The sky over Loguetown was calm, with scattered clouds allowing the sun to shine brightly over the port city. The salty sea air mixed with the scent of fresh food from the markets and the constant murmur of merchants and sailors. It was a day like any other in the city that had witnessed both the end and the beginning of an era—the place where the legendary Pirate King, Gol D. Roger, was executed.
But something was about to change.
On the horizon, a figure appeared, cutting through the skies with frightening speed. It was a man, cloaked in a billowing yellow cape that waved in the wind like a war banner. His eyes, visible even from a distance, gleamed with a coldness that made hearts freeze. He did not seem human. He was something more... sinister.
The first to notice his presence were the fishermen on the docks. They stopped, looking up at the sky in confusion.
"What is that?" one of them asked, pointing at the rapidly approaching figure.
Before anyone could answer, the man in the yellow cape arrived.
Up close, it was clear that he was tall, with short black hair. His face was serious, with piercing red eyes that glowed intensely. He wore a dark uniform with golden details that matched his yellow cape. On his chest was a strange symbol—something like a circular eye. His hands were covered by reinforced gloves, and his boots looked heavy, almost threatening.
He wore no hood or anything to cover his face. His expression was hard, as if daring those around him.
"Where has Angstrom sent me? This doesn't seem like my dimension."
His gaze fell on children running through the streets, their innocent faces filled with fear and confusion. He quickly analyzed the humans around him, measuring their strength with a single glance. A cruel smile formed on his lips.
"As weak as the humans from my world."
He knew this was not his original world. He knew every inch of the planet he had conquered alongside his father. This place was different—strange. A question arose in his mind.
"How can I contact the Empire?"
But almost immediately, he dismissed the thought. His eyes gleamed with a darker idea.
"Wait a minute... A planet, a whole universe. Just for me to conquer? No Empire setting rules, no father holding me back? Perfect."
His smile became even more sinister, and he lifted his gaze to the sky, as if accepting the challenge fate had given him. Then, without warning, he moved.
In an instant, he sped through the crowds, his absurd speed slicing bodies in half as if they were made of paper. Blood splattered, screams of terror echoed, but he did not stop.