Jack had weird dreams before.
But this? This took the freaking cake.
He wasn't flying, falling, or riding dinosaurs like usual. No, he was chained up in a dungeon — and not the fun, kinky kind either. This one was medieval: cold, damp, and smelled like something had died, decomposed, then died again. Chains bound his wrists and ankles, his clothes were rags, and his back itched like hell.
[DING!]
[Congratulations! You have been transmigrated.]
Jack blinked. "...What?"
A glowing blue screen hovered in front of his face. Transparent. Sci-fi style. Floating like it belonged in an anime.
[Welcome to the world of One Piece.]
Name: Draken D. Jack
Age: 17
Race: Human
Status: Slave
Talent: None
Skill: None
"...Fuck." Jack stared at the screen. "Tell me this is a dream. Please. Please let this be a dream. I could've been anybody! A marine, a noble, even a perverted chef! But nooo. I got 'Slave'. Thanks, Universe."
[Due to Host's pathetic starting stats, a Mystery Box has been issued.]
"Oh, so now you pity me?" he snapped. "Yeah? Open the damn box, System."
[DING! Mystery Box Opened.]
[Skill Acquired: Observation Haki (Beginner)]
Jack froze. Then slowly grinned. "Okay. Okay, that's actually kinda cool. System… you're like ice. Ice-cold. Observation Haki? That's... something. Not escape-the-dungeon something, but hey."
[Quest Issued!]
Objective: Sharpen a piece of wood into a lockpick.
Time Limit: 5 Days
Reward: Random Talent Scroll
Failure: Death by shit suffocation.
Jack blinked. "…Come again?"
He glanced around, finally noticing the filthy corners of the cell. A stench wafted from a disgusting pit in the corner. His stomach twisted.
"Okay. Yeah. Not funny anymore."
And for the first time since waking up, a true sense of dread sank in.
This wasn't a dream.
He was in One Piece.
And he was starting life at rock bottom.
Sweating. Panting. Swearing under his breath.
Jack furiously rubbed a splintered piece of wood—broken off from a half-rotted cup—against the stone floor. His wrists ached. His knees were sore. His back felt like it had been used as a mop.
He'd been doing this for four hours.
"Come on… just a little more… Daddy needs a lockpick…"
The dim light barely flickered from a torch outside the cell, but no guards came. No Celestial Dragons showed up to be racist or bored. Just the silence of a prison built for broken things.
And then—click.
The wood took shape.
Not pretty, but sharp enough to work.
[DING! Quest Complete.]
[Reward: Talent Scroll Acquired.]
[Talent Unlocked: Escape Artist (Grandmaster)]
Jack stared at the blue text, confused.
"…Did I read that right?"
Escape Artist (Grandmaster)
-A generational talent. If Houdini had a son, it would be you. Can escape from almost any situation, prison, or restraint, no matter how absurd. Good luck getting caught again.
His jaw dropped.
"…Okay, System, I take back some of the mean things I said."
He felt it instantly — like his muscles knew what to do. Like his body had just downloaded decades of lockpicking, contortion, and prison-break experience.
He twisted his arm, wiggled his fingers just right—and pop, the cuffs slid off like they were made of air.
"…Holy shit," Jack whispered, staring at his free hands.
He looked at the door.
And grinned.
"Alright, Mary Geoise. Time to do the impossible."
As Jack slipped out of the cell, chains discarded like last season's fashion, a familiar ding echoed in his head.
[DING! Quest Issued]
Objective: Escape the building before the guards notice.
Time Limit: 1 hour
Reward: Random Talent Scroll
Failure: Death by torture.
Jack stared at the screen.
"...You've got to be kidding me."
He glanced around.
Dim hallway. Rows of cells. Chains clanking in the distance. No obvious exits. He didn't even know where in Mary Geoise he was.
Jack wiped sweat from his brow.
"Alright. No pressure. Just got one hour to escape the most secure, elite, godforsaken fortress in the world filled with racist space nobles and dragon-branded psychopaths. Easy."
His stomach growled.
"…And I'm starving. Awesome."
Jack crept through the hallway, heart pounding like a drum solo in a death metal band. The air was thick with rot and silence. His bare feet padded softly across cold marble, the scent of gold and filth mixing in the halls of Mary Geoise like perfume and sewage.
50 minutes left.
He peeked around a corner, ready to dash—
And froze.
At the end of the corridor stood a small boy. Maybe ten. Blonde hair. Silk robe. Snot running down one nostril like it had a personal mission.
On his head sat… a bubble.
"Oh no," Jack whispered. "No, no, no—"
The boy blinked at him.
Then smiled.
"Oooh, a new one!" he chirped, skipping forward. "You look weird! Are you a toy? You're mine now!"
Jack instinctively took a step back. "Sorry, kid, I'm not for sale."
Too late. The little monster had already pulled a bejeweled collar out of nowhere and lunged toward him.
Jack ducked. "Whoa whoa WHOA—!"
"I am not becoming this brat's Pokémon!"
The kid's eyes twitched. "You dare disobey ME!? I'm Saint Mophelos of House Gluttonia!"
"…Saint what? Bro, your name sounds like a disease."
The kid shrieked and stomped his foot. "GUARDS! I WANT THIS TOY!!"
Jack's eyes widened. "Well, shit."
Jack's ears caught the clanking of approaching guards — not a moment to lose.
He turned on his heel and bolted down the hallway, legs wobbling like a newborn deer. Malnourishment made his run awkward and uncoordinated, more like a drunk pirate trying to dance than an escape artist.
This is exactly how that famous Caribbean pirate would run.
Behind him, the brat's high-pitched voice echoed:
"Here, little toy! I will present you to my mom! She will be delighted!"
Jack spun his head back, panting and furious.
"Fuck your mom!" he shouted, dodging a flying jewel that narrowly missed his head.
The kid giggled. "You swear like a sailor! Perfect!"
Jack grimaced, his lungs burning. "I'm not your toy, you snot-nosed demon spawn. Get off me!"
The guards' footsteps grew louder.
Jack glanced down a fork in the hallway.
Minutes Later
Mary Geoise is fucking huge.
Jack had been running in circles for what felt like a marathon, but the system helpfully informed him it had only been 25 minutes.
His lungs were on fire. His legs felt like noodles. And every hallway looked the same: gold statues, polished floors, and enough snob-energy to make his teeth hurt.
And worst of all? That little Celestial Dragon brat was still chasing him.
"COME BACK, TOY!" the kid screamed gleefully from somewhere far too close.
"Eat my freedom, you spoiled gremlin!" Jack snapped over his shoulder as he turned a corner and slammed into a door.
It creaked open.
Without thinking, he dove in and quietly shut it behind him.
Panting, Jack looked around. The room was dimly lit, stone walls lined with racks of—
"…Weapons?"
Swords. Spears. Muskets. Cannons. Tridents. Coated chains. Some kind of flaming whip thing. The whole place was like a luxury murder gift shop.
"I found the goddamn armory," he muttered, leaning against the wall. "Of course they just leave it open. Why not?"
[DING! New Opportunity: Armory Discovered]
Optional Mini-Quest: Steal a weapon or tool.
Reward: Random Skill
Warning: Touching anything triggers a 5-minute alarm countdown.
Jack's eyes widened.
"…Are you serious right now?"
Jack scanned the room like a raccoon in a jewelry store.
"Come on… come on…"
His eyes landed on something glorious.
A window.
Small. High up. Probably bulletproof. But it was still a window — and right now, that was freedom.
Without thinking, he dashed toward the nearest weapon rack and grabbed a random sword — plain, a bit heavy, but sharp enough. With a grunt, he swung it wildly at the glass.
CRACK!
"YES!"
He braced himself, took one look down...
"Wait, how high am—"
[DING! Sub-Quest Complete]
[Reward: Random Skill Acquired]
[ Skill Acquired: Swordsmanship(Beginner)]
[DING! Main Quest Complete]
[Reward: Talent Scroll Acquired]
[Talent Unlocked:Leap of Faith (Grandmaster)]
Leap of Faith (Grandmaster)
-The luckiest motherfucker ever.
Allows you to jump from any height without dying. You will always either land on your feet or find something to absorb the impact.
Warning: May cause insane confidence and dumb decisions.
Jack fell.
For a long time.
The wind screamed in his ears. His brain was somewhere between "OH MY GOD I'M GOING TO DIE" and "WORTH IT."
Then—
SPLASH.
He surfaced, gasping for breath, flailing in what appeared to be a private ornamental koi pond the size of a small lake.
"…Holy shit," he coughed. "I just Assassin's Creeded out of Mary Geoise."
He laid back, soaking wet, sword floating beside him, koi fish staring at him like he owed them rent.
"System…" he muttered, grinning. "You might actually be my best friend."
Jack peeked out from the koi pond, soaked and shivering.
"Okay… okay, I'm out of the building. But I'm still in Mary-freaking-Geoise. There are guards everywhere. There's probably an Admiral just strolling around, sipping tea."
He slowly climbed out of the pond, muttering, "Please be Aokiji. Please be Aokiji. Anyone but Kizaru or Akainu. I'm not ready to get speed-blitzed or barbecued."
His brain raced.
"I remember how Sabo disguised himself to get out… but I can't do that. I'm half-naked and look like I've been personally bullied by poverty. I can't fight a guard. I don't even know how to hold this sword right."
Then, it clicked.
"The cliff."
The Red Line itself. If he could get there—
"I'll just jump off it."
Yes. Genius.
Insane? Yes.
Lethal? Normally.
But Jack had one thing nobody else had:
The Leap Of Faith!!!
"Alright, Red Line," he growled. "Time to yeet myself into history."
Just then, a chill ran up his spine.
Danger.
Without thinking, Jack rolled to the side—
CLANG!
A spear smashed into the stone where he'd just been standing, cracking the marble like glass.
He looked up at the guard — full armor, masked, ready to kill.
Jack scrambled back. "Okay. Observation Haki? You're the MVP right now. But I gotta be faster or I'm toast."
Then he heard it.
The high-pitched, psychotic voice from earlier.
"DON'T KILL HIM!" the brat screamed from behind the guards. "He's mine! He's gonna be my toy!"
Jack turned around slowly.
He was surrounded.
At least thirty guards had him boxed in, weapons drawn. Some had guns. Others had spears. A few looked like they wanted him to resist just to have an excuse to break every bone in his body.
Jack's eyes twitched.
"…Motherfucker."
Jack's brain was racing.
Thirty guards. A spoiled Celestial Dragon brat behind them. A spear nearly in his spine. No escape in sight.
His hands gripped the sword tightly — even though he still had no clue how to use it.
Think, Jack, think.
He glanced left.
Nothing.
He glanced right.
Still nothing.
And then...
He straightened up slightly, raised his sword, and pointed it dramatically to the left.
"OH MY GOD! A GIANT NUDE MERMAID!!"
Every head turned.
Even the brat gasped. "WHERE!?"
Without hesitation, Jack turned tail and sprinted in the opposite direction.
His bare feet slapped against the marble as confused shouting erupted behind him.
"Wait—what!?"
"Where's the mermaid?!"
"There's nothing there—!"
Jack didn't care. He was gone.
Bolting down the hallway like his life depended on it — because it absolutely did.
"Thank you, anime logic!" he shouted to the heavens. "Never let me down!"
Jack ran like hell.
Thirty guards on his heels. The brat screaming behind them like a toddler whose toy ran away. His legs were jelly, his lungs were on fire, but he didn't stop.
Twisting through marble corridors, down golden stairs, past fountains and fancy hedges, Jack followed the only thing that mattered—
Open air.
And then—there it was.
The cliff.
He skidded to a halt near the edge of the Red Line, wind rushing past him, the vast open sky ahead, and the world below stretching out like a painting.
He turned around.
The guards had caught up. Swords drawn. Rifles aimed. The brat pushed his way to the front, panting, red-faced, and furious.
"You're surrounded!" barked one of the guards. "Drop your weapon! You have nowhere to go!"
Jack looked at them.
Then at the drop behind him.
Then back at them.
His fingers tightened around the sword.
His heart thundered in his chest.
And then… he smirked.
With a bow and the most dramatic flair he could muster, Jack declared:
"Let this day be remembered…
…as the day you nearly caught the great Draken D. Jack!"
And he jumped.
Straight off the Red Line.