Chapter Content:
The cold wind of Tetouan was the last thing Amine remembered before the world turned white. One moment, he was editing a TikTok thumbnail for his brand, and the next, he was standing in the middle of a bustling, sun-drenched plaza.
But this wasn't Morocco.
Tall stone buildings with red-tiled roofs rose around him, and the air smelled strongly of sea salt and cheap ale. People in strange, medieval vests and bandanas pushed past him.
"Is this... a movie set?" Amine muttered, looking down at his 'Tetouan' hoodie.
Suddenly, a translucent blue window flickered in his vision.
[Manga Publication System Initialized]
User: Amine (Reda_GrandLine)
Location: Loguetown, East Blue.
Current Mission: Distribute 50 copies of "One Piece: Chapter 1".
Reward: Skill [Hyper-Speed Ink Drawing] + Basic Observation Haki.
Penalty for Failure: Erasure from existence.
Amine's heart hammered against his ribs. Loguetown? One Piece? He looked at a nearby newsstand. The headline read: 'Gold Roger's Execution Anniversary Approaches.'
"I'm in the world of pirates... but I don't have a Devil Fruit," Amine whispered, panic rising. "System! How am I supposed to survive?"
[System Response: The pen is mightier than the sword. Use your memories to change the world's destiny.]
A heavy wooden box appeared at his feet. Inside were 50 freshly printed booklets. On the cover was a drawing of a smiling boy in a Straw Hat.
Amine took a deep breath. He didn't have a sword or a devil fruit power, but he knew the future of every person in this world. He picked up a booklet and walked toward a group of rough-looking thugs at a nearby tavern.
"Hey! You want to know the secret of the Pirate King?" Amine shouted, holding up the manga.
A tall thug with a scar over his eye laughed. "Secrets? The only secret is the treasure he left behind! Get lost, kid."
Amine didn't flinch. He opened the booklet to the page where Shanks loses his arm to save Luffy. "Is that so? Then why did the man who gave the Pirate King his hat sacrifice his arm for a kid in a small village?"
The tavern went silent. The thug snatched the booklet, his eyes scanning the professional ink-work. His expression shifted from mockery to pure shock. "This art... it looks so real. And this guy... that's Red-Haired Shanks! How do you know about this?"
Within minutes, the thugs were crowding around, fighting over the booklets.
[System Notification]
Copies Distributed: 15/50.
Bounty Warning: Marine Captain Smoker has noticed unusual activity.
Amine looked toward the harbor. A tall man with two cigars and a heavy jutte was walking toward him. The game was on.