# Chapter 1: Senior Brother
Under the sunlight, the beach had a captivating charm that made one's heart intoxicated.
The seawater gently rushed onto the sandy shore, then slowly receded, leaving behind damp traces and some small aquatic creatures. The rhythmic splashing sounds were so pleasant to the ear.
Ian stood on the beach waiting for a while. When he finally spotted a black figure flying in from the horizon, he quickly let out a whistle.
Upon hearing the whistle, the black figure immediately turned and flew toward his location. As it drew closer, he could see that it was a seagull.
A strange seagull...
It was quite large in size, wearing a sailor's hat on its head, and hanging from its neck was a backpack.
Seeing it land on the beach, Ian walked over, took out a coin, and handed it to the seagull, saying, "Give me a newspaper!"
However, when the seagull saw the "50" marked on the coin, it shook its head in difficulty, using its sharp beak to pull out a piece of paper from its backpack. On the paper was written a large number: "80"!
"Another price increase!?" Ian stared wide-eyed at the seagull, speaking with indignation: "Didn't it just go up a few weeks ago? Why is it going up again!?"
"Grr!" The seagull let out a cry, scratching its head with its wing in a troubled manner, as if to say it couldn't do anything about it either.
"Alright, alright, here you go! 80 Berries! If it goes up again next time, I won't be your customer anymore!" Ian said with a pained expression, pulling out three more coins marked "10" from his pocket and handing them over. After the seagull collected the money, it finally pecked out a newspaper from its backpack and handed it to Ian.
The seagull flapped its wings and flew away, while Ian took the newspaper, opened it, and began reading as he walked back.
The headline read in large letters: "Red Hair Pirates Traces Appear in the East Blue."
"Red-Haired Shanks..." Ian sighed: "An Emperor... This really is the world of One Piece without a doubt."
It had been three months since he came to this world. After once again confirming the world he was in, Ian didn't know whether to cry or laugh.
Ian's original name was An Yi. He was originally an ordinary good young man from Earth. To say he was unlucky, while shopping, he passed by a KFC he often visited. It happened to be exactly 12 o'clock, and on a whim, he pulled out his phone, planning to stand outside the store and steal some WiFi to log into his mobile game and collect stamina. But just then, the large KFC sign outside the store suddenly fell off and hit him squarely...
He figured he must have died, because when he woke up again, he found himself in a strange place, having possessed the body of a ten-year-old boy named Ian.
At first, he didn't understand where he had ended up. This place was just a remote little village with limited information. It wasn't until he suddenly heard the words "Pirate King Roger" from his master Koushirou's mouth that he was stunned.
He then realized that he had actually arrived in the world of One Piece, and this place was Shimotsuki Village in the East Blue!
He never imagined that stealing WiFi could lead to him transmigrating here. Although he was also a fan of One Piece, having this happen to him still felt unbelievable.
Is stealing WiFi a crime!? Can't a person even live!?
Thinking chaotically, he walked toward the village. Soon, Ian arrived outside a dojo, and standing there waiting for him was a middle-aged man with round glasses, black hair tied in a long ponytail, and a gentle, harmless smile on his face.
"Master!"
Seeing the middle-aged man, Ian quickened his pace and called out: "This is this week's newspaper!"
This middle-aged man was Ian's master, Koushirou. Ian, in this identity, was an orphan who had been taken in by Koushirou since childhood and had been learning swordsmanship at the dojo.
Koushirou took the newspaper, casually patted Ian on the head, and smiled: "You worked hard!"
This was originally an affectionate gesture, but although his current body was that of a child, his mind was that of an adult. How could he tolerate such an action? So now he felt very awkward.
Fortunately, Master Koushirou didn't notice his discomfort. While reading the newspaper, he walked into the dojo, and Ian followed behind him, also going inside.
"Red Hair Pirates? What are they doing in the East Blue?" After reading the news, Koushirou looked somewhat worried.
Ian couldn't help but curl his lips behind him. He knew what Koushirou was worried about. Although Red-Haired Shanks was a decent person in the manga, he still carried the title of "pirate." It wasn't unreasonable for Master Koushirou to be concerned about pirates appearing here. But Ian knew that Shanks appeared in the East Blue only for a brief stay in Windmill Village and wouldn't come to Shimotsuki Village.
So Master Koushirou's worry was unnecessary.
Windmill Village... Ian couldn't help but recall again. That was Luffy's village, right? Red-Haired Shanks would have a fateful encounter with Luffy there, wouldn't he?
Just as he was lost in thought, his head was patted a few more times by Koushirou, who said: "Ian, what are you thinking about? It's time. Call your junior brothers to start practice!"
"Yes!" Ian responded dejectedly.
If there was one thing about transmigrating to this world that made Ian most uncomfortable, it was undoubtedly the fixed-time sword-swinging practice at the dojo. The reason was simple—can you imagine standing in neat rows with a bunch of snot-nosed little brats showing off their gap-toothed smiles, all going "heh heh heh" while swinging their swords together?
The feeling was utterly ridiculous!
Soon, all the disciples in the dojo were gathered, standing in two rows on the left and right sides of the dojo, holding bamboo swords in their hands, waiting for practice to begin.
These children who came to the dojo to learn were all from Shimotsuki Village, and all of them were boys. Ian looked ahead and saw that the row opposite him was uneven in height, weight, and build. When he looked at his own row, it wasn't much better. The first one on the left was a little brat wearing thick bottle-bottom glasses. Every time Ian saw him, he felt that the kid's eye position was basically just two circles.
Next was a bald little boy with snot dripping down, which he would sniff back up with a slurp, then drip down again, and sniff back up again.
Next was a little curly-haired kid, but his hairstyle was innovatively curly, like an untransformed Frieza—bald in the middle, with hair sticking out on both sides of his head like horns...
They all looked like deformed fruits, a miserable sight. Ian dared not look anymore... He wondered how Master Koushirou accepted disciples...
Fortunately, amidst this pitiful scene, there was one bright spot—the one standing at the first position in the opposite row: Kuina.
Kuina, Master Koushirou's daughter, had clear big eyes, dashing short black hair, and was dressed like a boy, carrying a stubborn and sharp aura. Among the group of little brats, she stood out like a crane among chickens.
When Ian looked over, Kuina happened to look back as well. Although she didn't speak, she smiled slightly at Ian, making Ian feel as if he could hear Kuina's usual voice calling him: "Brother Ian!"
As an orphan adopted by Master Koushirou, Ian was a few months older than Kuina. In the dojo, Kuina was the strongest. Even Ian, the oldest, couldn't beat her. But despite that, she always called him "big brother."
So even though Ian had now taken over the original owner's identity, he still held great affection for her.
Although she was stubborn, Kuina had always been a well-raised child.
Master Koushirou's voice came from the side, and the sword-swinging practice began. Ian collected his thoughts and began swinging the bamboo sword in his hand following Koushirou's commands.
"Strike!" "Return!" "Strike!" "Return!"
Ian practiced sword-swinging very seriously, and as the bamboo sword swung in his hand, a constantly repeating sound echoed in his mind.
"You have performed sword-swinging practice. Basic Swordsmanship Proficiency +1!"
"You have performed sword-swinging practice. Basic Swordsmanship Proficiency +1!"
"You have performed sword-swinging practice. Basic Swordsmanship Proficiency +1!"
"You have performed sword-swinging practice. Basic Swordsmanship Proficiency +1!"
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Back when he watched One Piece, Ian had felt his blood boil from the battles and had his tear ducts overloaded from the emotional bonds between the main characters. But setting that aside, the world of One Piece was also full of darkness and cruelty. Ian's current body didn't have high talent. Although he had studied swordsmanship under Koushirou for many years, he hadn't made much progress. If things continued like this, Ian thought he might as well just settle down in Shimotsuki Village and live a peaceful life.
However, fortunately, during his first sword practice after arriving in this world, Ian discovered that there was something extra in his mind.
Perhaps it was because of being hit while stealing WiFi to play games, but Ian found that the mobile game he was playing at the time had been etched into his soul and had come along with him to this world.
It was funny to say, but this mobile game was a messy game Ian had downloaded—a typical knockoff mobile game.
This mobile game was a card game. The player had a main character, and could also form their team by drawing cards to engage in battles. The cards came from various anime and games, featuring all kinds of characters, giving a feeling of a chaotic crossover. Ian had initially found it interesting to play because it had so many familiar characters. But now, after mutating, this game had unexpectedly become his means of survival.