The sun had barely risen over the eastern horizon when Shiro woke to the chirping of unfamiliar birds and the rustling of leaves. His body ached. Sleep hadn't come easy. Not with the weight of realization crashing down the night before.
He was in the One Piece world.
Not a simulation. Not a dream.
The newspaper tucked under a pile of rocks beside his shelter was the proof. A real bounty poster of Portgas D. Ace. Real printed Beri figures. Real bloodstained pages from some marine scuffle. Three years before Luffy set sail. That gave him time. Time to plan. Time to grind.
He rose and stretched, muscles still sore from sleeping on leaves and wood. But his mind was clear. Alert.
"Let's get to work."
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The Forest's Edge
Shiro's first goal was simple—Tech Points. Without those, he couldn't do anything significant. He needed 25 TP to unlock crafting. That was step one.
The problem? Killing animals or building spears wouldn't cut it. The system was clear. Fighting, discovering, or inventing. He'd get nothing from foraging or setting up fish traps.
So he did the only thing he could think of.
He picked a fight.
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The boar was huge. Bigger than any wild pig he'd ever seen in nature documentaries. Its body was caked in mud, tusks sharp, eyes red and wild. It stomped near the treeline, snorting.
Shiro held his makeshift spear tighter. "Alright... time to see how much guts I actually have."
He stepped forward, spear aimed low. The boar noticed. Charged.
"SH—!"
He rolled to the side, barely dodging the first pass. The boar skidded in the sand, kicked up dirt, turned fast.
Shiro jabbed with the spear.
It snapped.
He cursed, ducking just as the tusks grazed his shoulder.
> [Damage Taken: -4 HP]
[Remaining HP: 96/100]
His heart pounded. "You're giving me an HP bar now?!"
No time to complain. He grabbed a nearby branch, swung it wide, caught the boar in the face. It grunted, staggered back, but didn't fall.
"Come on!"
He leapt in, grabbed the broken spear tip, and rammed it into the beast's neck with both hands.
Blood sprayed. The boar screamed.
He held on.
The two of them toppled over.
A final stab, deep and brutal.
Silence.
Shiro panted, covered in sweat and blood.
> [Wild Beast Defeated: Jungle Boar (Tier 1)]
[+8 Tech Points]
[+Beast Leather (x2), Beast Meat (x4), Bone Fragment (x1)]
He flopped back onto the ground.
"Goddamn... that was a lot harder than I thought."
The pain in his side reminded him—no super strength, no magic, no haki. Just human body, human limits. The system might exist, but it wasn't carrying him. He had to do the work.
"Alright… 18 TP now. Almost there."
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Experimentation
Back at camp, Shiro butchered the meat with a sharpened rock, using vines to hang the rest for later drying. He laid the bones out beside him.
"What qualifies as an 'invention' to this system?" he asked aloud.
The system didn't answer. It never did unless it triggered something automatically.
So, he tested.
He took the leather, used vines to sew it crudely into a small pouch. Nothing.
He turned a curved bone into a makeshift hook. Still nothing.
He took a flat rock, tried to scrape sparks from it with a metal piece he found near the beach. Nothing. No system reaction.
Then he tried lashing bone and wood together in a spring-loaded trap mechanism he remembered from a manga survival series. A pressure-trigger trap using rope tension and a sharpened spike.
> [Object Analyzed: Basic Spike Trap]
[Qualifies as Primitive Tech - Novel Implementation Detected]
[+5 Tech Points]
He grinned. "Yes!"
Now at 23 TP.
He immediately looked around for more material. He had two goals: make more traps, and maybe take down another animal. One more kill or one more invention and he'd unlock crafting.
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By late afternoon, the jungle floor was littered with his work. Three spike traps. One rope snare. He had modified each slightly—trigger direction, trap size, tension. He was experimenting with each change, hoping to squeeze out one more point.
And it worked.
> [Object Analyzed: Modified Rope Snare - Anti-Boar Variation]
[+2 Tech Points]
[Crafting Function Unlocked]
> [Crafting Unlocked]
[Blueprints Available: Basic Sword, Flintlock Pistol, Compass, Survival Pack, Solar Battery Charger]
> [Materials Inventory Updated]
– Beast Bone (x3)
– Wood (x8)
– Binding Fiber (x10)
– Leather Scraps (x2)
– Stone (x5)
He sat back, satisfied.
"I can finally build something that doesn't suck."
He opened the Basic Sword blueprint.
> [Crafting: Basic Sword]
Materials Required:
– Iron (x5) [Missing]
– Wood (x1) [Available]
– Binding (x1) [Available]
Status: Incomplete – Missing Core Component
He grimaced. "Right. No iron."
Where the hell was he supposed to find that on a wild island?
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Discovery
On the seventh day, while scouting near the rocky side of the island, he noticed it.
A shallow cave.
Almost hidden by vines and large stone slabs. But something inside glimmered faintly.
Shiro peeked in, spear in hand. No beasts. Just dark, damp air and a deeper tunnel.
He lit a crude torch—just a wrapped cloth soaked in dried fish oil—and stepped inside.
What he found wasn't just stone.
It was metal. Rusted, half-buried.
"...A wreck?"
It looked like a piece of a ship. Small. Old. Half eaten by corrosion, but unmistakably man-made.
There was more—some rusted tools, twisted scrap, and a half-buried crate.
He pried it open.
Inside—metal chunks, tools, and wires.
> [Materials Obtained: Scrap Metal (x6), Rusted Blade (x1), Metal Bolts (x10), Wire Coil (x3)]
[+5 TP - Discovery: Abandoned Tech Debris]
His breath caught.
So he wasn't the first person here.
"Tech debris? This island was used before."
Maybe not by pirates. Maybe someone else. Marines? Smugglers? Someone crashed here.
But that didn't matter right now.
He had metal.
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Back at camp, he opened the crafting menu.
> [Crafting: Basic Sword]
Materials:
– Scrap Metal (x5) [Substitute: Iron x5]
– Wood (x1)
– Binding (x1)
Status: Ready
Begin Crafting? [Yes/No]
"Yes."
> [Crafting Complete: Basic Sword]
[Durability: 60/100]
[Attack Bonus: +4]
[Weight: Light]
[Quality: Low - Improvised Material]
He picked it up.
It wasn't a katana. Just a simple straight-blade sword. But it worked. It was balanced, sharp enough, and real.
He sliced through a hanging vine. Clean cut.
He grinned.
"Finally."
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System Expansion
That night, the system gave him a new notification.
> [Tier 1 Milestone Reached: First Weapon Crafted]
[New System Functions Unlocked]
– Blueprint Editor [Locked – 50 TP]
– Research Lab [Locked – Requires Workshop]
– Field Upgrades [Unlocked]
> [Field Upgrade Available: Basic Sword]
Upgrade Options:
– Reinforce Blade (Durability +20) – Cost: 5 TP
– Add Serrated Edge (Bleed Chance +10%) – Cost: 10 TP
– Weight Balance (Attack Speed +5%) – Cost: 8 TP
Now things were starting to look like a game.
Shiro sat beside the fire, blade resting on his knees, watching the flames dance.
"I need to think long-term."
Right now, he had shelter, water, food, and a weapon. Next up—building a proper workshop. A lab. Something that let him store tools and build more complicated things.
And eventually, he'd need to leave this island.
That meant a boat.
But he wasn't ready yet.
Not until he had more blueprints, more resources, and some real combat strength.
This was a tech-based system. He wasn't going to train martial arts or haki. His power would come from tools. From machines. From inventions.
He looked up at the sky again.
"Three years until the Straw Hats set sail."
His eyes narrowed.
"I don't plan to be behind them for long."