Clang!
A bottle crashed down onto the head of a red-haired man seated at the bar.
The crisp sound of shattering glass echoed through the tavern.
All eyes turned to the mountain bandit named Sige. Moments earlier, Sige had stormed into the bar with his gang. After a few words, he’d smashed a bottle over the head of the red-haired pirate at the counter.
The tension in the air was palpable.
But no one noticed the flicker of panic and confusion in Sige’s expression.
I’ve… transmigrated into the body of Sige the mountain bandit? And I just smashed a bottle over Red-Haired Shanks, one of the Four Emperors?!
Sige’s heart raced.
What now?
How do I act like someone who casually smashes bottles over the heads of Yonko?!
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In the original One Piece story, Sige was a cannon-fodder character who didn’t survive half an episode. But the man he’d just assaulted was Shanks, a titan standing at the pinnacle of the pirate world.
Could this timing be any more f**king cursed?!
Sige stood frozen, sweat beading on his forehead as he glanced around the tavern.
The entire Red-Haired Pirates crew stared back. Strangely, none showed anger at their captain being humiliated. Instead, they seemed… amused. A chubby man in a green-and-white striped shirt even kept chewing meat indifferently, as if nothing had happened.
By the original plot, Sige was safe for now. But what if one of these legends decided to act on a whim?
Sige broke out in a cold sweat.
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“Ah… the floor’s soaked,” Shanks muttered, his straw hat dripping with beer. His shirt clung to him, drenched.
He showed no rage. Instead, he calmly began sweeping up the glass shards on the floor.
The pirate’s meek reaction loosened the tension. Sige’s underlings burst into laughter.
“Pirates are all spineless cowards! Pathetic!”
“Scram back to the sea, you soft fools!”
“Hey, Red-Hair! Our boss has already crushed 56 guys like you!”
Hearing his crew’s bragging, Sige froze, memories flashing in his eyes.
Yes.
He recalled the legends etched into this world’s history.
Two names once shook the seas:
Gol D. Roger, the Pirate King.
And Sige, the Mountain Bandit King.
Roger’s final words had ignited the Great Pirate Era, birthing chaos. Sixty self-proclaimed “emperors” ravaged the seas—until Sige shattered 56 of them, one bottle at a time. Only four remained: the current Yonko.
Thus, the new era took shape. The Yonko ruled the New World, the Marines held their ground, and the Warlords completed the trifecta.
As for Sige, the legendary Mountain Bandit King? He’d retired quietly, vanishing into obscurity…
If only that were true, Sige thought bitterly, fantasizing like the online-daydreaming VIP he once was.
“I’m not… That’s not…”
“Stop spouting nonsense!” Sige snapped, glaring at his crew. Their laughter died.
A bald bandit suddenly smirked, declaring, “The boss is right!”
“How dare you compare this Red-Hair weakling to the foes our boss defeated?!”
“He’s unworthy!”
The others stared, then erupted in agreement.
“Yeah!”
“What’s this Red-Hair loser worth?”
“He’s not even fit to face our boss!”
Sige gaped, stunned by their audacity.
Before he could react, the bald bandit swaggered forward, snatched a beer, and poured it over Shanks’ head.
The pirate captain sat unmoving, drenched.
“What… are you doing?!” Sige roared, shoving the bald bandit.
“Oh! Right, I shouldn’t steal your fun, Boss!” The bandit retreated, winking knowingly.
Sige: “…”
He had no words. Glancing nervously at Shanks, he saw the pirate still sitting low, face shadowed.
Sige’s heartbeat thundered. He was just an ordinary man now, staring down one of this world’s apex predators. Any of the Red-Haired Pirates could annihilate his crew in seconds.
His life hung on their whim.
Stay calm. Think!
Sige dug his nails into his palms, suppressing panic.
“Huh? Why’s the boss silent?” a bandit muttered.
The bald one noticed Sige’s clenched fists and crowed, “The boss is finally getting serious!”
“Last time he fought a 5-million-berry bounty head-on barehanded!”
“Oh yeah! This’ll be epic!”
The bandits drew blades, eyes gleaming.
The tavern’s air froze. The bartender stifled a scream.
Sige inhaled sharply.
Why do I have such ‘talented’ lackeys?!
If blades swung, the Red-Hairs would retaliate.
Sige’s fists hardened with fury.
“SHEATHE YOUR WEAPONS! NOW!” he barked.
Silence fell. Then—
The bald bandit gasped. “Oh! Is the boss planning to… solo their entire crew?!”