Unknown POV
You ever wake up in a place that feels like someone hit shuffle on reality?
Because that's exactly what happened to me.
My eyes blinked open to a wooden ceiling. Not the smooth kind from IKEA, but the creaky, old, smells-like-saltwater kind. My head was pounding like I'd tried to headbutt a truck—
Wait. No. I did get hit by a truck.
Last memory: crossing the road, bright lights, and the most cliché line in the reincarnation handbook—"Ah, crap."
And now here I was, lying on a straw bed in a house that smelled faintly of ocean and lemons.
Before I could make sense of it, the door creaked open and a girl with short blue hair stepped in. She looked around my age, maybe a bit older, wearing a simple white blouse and skirt. Her expression softened when she saw me awake.
"Oh, you're up!" she said, relief in her voice. "Are you feeling okay? You were washed ashore near the cliffs. I brought you here."
I blinked at her. Washed ashore? Okay, that was... new.
"Uh, yeah," I said, rubbing the back of my head. "Just a little headache. Nothing major. Thanks for saving me."
She smiled politely, her eyes full of that quiet kindness that feels dangerous for a guy like me—mostly because it makes you want to trust someone instantly.
"I'm Nojiko," she said. "And you are…?"
I opened my mouth. "I'm Edgar D. Benjamin—call me Ben."
The words slipped out before I could stop them.
Edgar D. Benjamin? Who the hell was that? My name was Brock Robson.
I stared at her, confused, as if the syllables themselves had betrayed me.
Why did I say that name? And why did it sound right?
Nojiko tilted her head, clearly not noticing the existential crisis brewing behind my smile. "Nice to meet you, Ben. You should rest a bit longer. You must've had quite a rough time."
She gave me a small nod and turned to leave, but I called out before she could step away.
"Wait—uh, where exactly… am I?"
Her eyebrows lifted slightly. "We're on the Conomi Islands, of course."
And that's when my brain froze.
Conomi Islands.
That name was way too familiar.
My gamer instincts kicked in like a cold splash of water. Conomi Islands. Blue-haired girl. Gentle smile. Orange trees outside the window.
No way.
No freaking way.
I wasn't just in some random fishing village—I was in One Piece.
The world of pirates, marines, sea monsters, and people who can punch through ships.
And the blue-haired girl in front of me was Nojiko, Nami's older sister.
My heart thudded. My palms went clammy. My inner anime fan was losing his mind.
"Oh," I said, trying to sound casual. "C—Conomi Islands, huh? Nice place."
Nojiko smiled faintly. "It's… peaceful enough, usually."
(Translation: it's peaceful if Arlong's goons don't come around to 'collect'.)
Yeah. I knew exactly where I was in the timeline. Arlong still ruled these islands.
Which meant Nami was out there stealing money for her village.
Well. At least I wasn't reincarnated in Wano.
Nojiko left the room to prepare something to eat, telling me to rest. I lay back on the bed, trying to digest the insanity.
"Okay, Brock," I muttered to myself. "Let's recap. You died, you got isekai'd, and somehow you're in One Piece. Great. Step two: figure out why the hell you called yourself Edgar D. Benjamin."
A headache pulsed again, as if my brain itself was buffering. Then, out of nowhere—
A translucent blue screen popped up in front of me.
[TEMPLATE SYSTEM INITIALIZED]
[For every devil fruit new template will be unlocked]
[As a starting bonus first roll is free]
[Please press "Start" to begin your roll]
I blinked. "You've gotta be kidding me. A system? I actually got a system?"
It was like the universe said, "Here, kid, sorry for the truck."
I grinned and tapped the floating "Start" button with a shaky finger.
Instantly, names began flashing across the screen—
Naruto Uzumaki.
Gandalf.
Madara Uchiha.
Ainz Ooal Gown.
Albus Dumbledore—
Ding!
Selected Template: Albus Dumbledore (10%)
Equipment: Elder Wand (Bound - Summonable)
A wand materialized in my hand, made of smooth elder wood, humming with power.
I just stared at it. "No way," I whispered. "No. Freaking. Way."
The Elder Wand. The Deathstick. The most powerful wand in existence. And it was mine.
The screen flickered again.
Template Integration: 10% Complete
Knowledge of magic granted.
Mana unlocked.
Spell access: Basic Charms, Transfiguration, Shielding.
And then it hit me. Not physically, but mentally—a flood of information.
Spells, theory, wand movements, magical history—all of it crammed into my brain like a high-speed download. It was overwhelming… and exhilarating.
When it finally stopped, I slumped back, panting.
"Holy crap," I muttered. "I just got Dumbledore'd."
I eventually dragged myself to a small mirror near the wall.
My reflection nearly made me choke.
Gone was my boring black hair and brown eyes.
In their place: snow-white hair, faintly glowing blue eyes, and a lean but toned body that looked like I'd been training at Marineford. Six feet tall. Angular face. Sharp jawline.
I was looking like Gojo Satoru.
"Damn," I muttered. "If I don't become a pirate, I could at least model."
Before I could admire myself further, Nojiko came back with a tray—bread, soup, and a small smile.
"Eat up," she said kindly. "You need strength."
I took the bowl. "Thanks, really. You didn't have to go through the trouble."
"It's fine," she said, sitting nearby. "I'm just glad you're awake. You're lucky I found you. The sea isn't kind around here."
"Yeah, I noticed," I said, chuckling. Then curiosity got the better of me. "Do you live alone?"
"No," she replied, smiling softly. "My sister lives here too. She's away right now, though… sailing around the East Blue."
Nami. Right. That matched perfectly with the timeline.
I nodded slowly. "Sounds like she's got a free spirit."
"She does," Nojiko said, a trace of sadness in her tone. "Too free sometimes."
I didn't push further. I knew enough to respect her privacy.
After I finished eating, Nojiko collected the dishes. "You should rest for a bit. You've been through a lot."
I nodded, pretending to yawn. "Yeah. I'll just… nap for a while."
The moment she left, I jumped out of bed.
Because come on. You think I was gonna sleep after getting magic powers in One Piece?
I stepped outside into the backyard—a wide patch of grass bordered by lemon trees. The sea breeze was warm, carrying the distant sound of waves.
I lifted the Elder Wand. It felt alive in my hand.
"Alright, let's see what you can do."
I aimed at a rock. "Wingardium Leviosa!"
The rock trembled… floated three inches up… then smacked me in the knee.
"Okay. Work in progress."
I tried again, this time focusing on channeling mana instead of raw willpower. Slowly, the rock rose smoothly into the air, hovering like a tiny spaceship.
I laughed out loud. "Ha! Take that, gravity!"
Over the next hour, I practiced every spell I could remember from my newly downloaded Dumbledore brain. Lumos. Easy. Protego. Worked like a charm. Transfiguration? Accidentally turned a stick into a chicken. It screamed and ran away.
By the time I was done, the screen blinked again.
Template Progress: 20%
Advanced Magic Access Granted: Apparition, Legilimency (Locked), Occlumency (Unlocked).
Mana Control improved.
"Sweet," I breathed, wiping sweat from my forehead. "Guess practice really does make magic."
Then I realized something.
I was exhausted. Like, drained. Magic wasn't free—it was burning through my stamina fast.
Dumbledore might've been a walking magical nuke, but I was still a newbie. I needed to build up my reserves.
As I stumbled back inside, my head buzzing, I couldn't help grinning.
Me. In the One Piece world. With a wand. With Dumbledore's knowledge.
And Luffy would arrive anytime now.
That gave me some time to train, experiment, and maybe prepare a few fireworks for when Arlong showed his ugly shark face.
I flopped back onto the bed, my vision blurring as sleep pulled me under.
As I drifted off, the system chimed softly. Telling me the increase in template progress.
Then everything went dark.
When I woke up, morning light spilled through the window. Birds chirped. Somewhere outside, I heard Nojiko humming softly.
For the first time in years—hell, in two lifetimes—I felt… peaceful.
I stretched and grinned. "Alright. Day two in One Piece world. Let's see what magic and mischief I can cook up today."
And deep down, a part of me was already planning.
Because if Arlong thought he could terrorize this village for much longer…
Well.
Let's just say he hadn't met Wizard Ben yet.