For many hardcore One Piece fans, the idea of living in the One Piece world is worth the risks.
Sure, the One-Piece world is full of danger—pirates clashing with marines, wild and unpredictable seas, and the constant threat of death. But it's also a land of endless adventure, unbridled freedom, and the chance to become someone extraordinary.
A place where the weak can grow strong, where the unknown invites exploration, and where the extraordinary is just another part of life, and that's what makes it so exciting.
For Kael, crossing over into this universe wasn't just a dream—it was the ultimate wish come true.
Unlike the dramatic, flashy entries of other reincarnators, Kael's arrival was shockingly simple. One moment, he was sleeping peacefully in his bed, and the next, he awoke on a seemingly deserted island with nothing but the sound of waves crashing against the shore to greet him.
The realization that he was no longer in his world hit hard when he saw a peculiar fruit lying beside him. It wasn't just any fruit—it was a devil fruit. Its golden swirls and apple-like shape were unmistakable.
For someone who had spent years watching One Piece anime, Kael knew exactly what he was looking at. The truth struck him like a bolt of lightning: he had crossed into the One-Piece world, a place as magnificent as it was dangerous.
He quickly noticed another change—his body. Once a mid-twenties adult, he now appeared to be a nineteen-year-old, lean but slightly undernourished.
The beach wasn't particularly long, and a few supplies had washed ashore, but they were nowhere near enough for him to survive on. His only immediate option for survival was the mysterious devil fruit in front of him.
"Look, I'm not asking for much here." Kael muttered, staring at the sky. He rubbed his hands together like he was pleading with a higher power, though his eyes gleamed with barely hidden greed: "A Logia to kick things off would be nice. A Mythical Zoan? Totally fine too. I'm flexible—just don't let me down, okay?"
Without waiting any longer, he snatched up the devil fruit and took a big bite. The taste hit him immediately.
"Damn it! This tastes awful!" Kael's eyes widened as he gagged and quickly covered his mouth with both hands, as he was afraid he might throw it up.
He forced the rest of the fruit down, each bite worse than the last: "It's like eating an apple soaked in sewage." He groaned, and his eyes teared up from its disgusting taste: "But this is my only chance..."
After what felt like an eternity of gagging and retching, Kael finally managed to swallow it all, collapsing onto the sand with tearful eyes and heavy breaths.
"Huff… I thought I was going to die." He panted, staring at the sky as he tried to calm his racing heart.
Minutes passed. Kael lay there, waiting eagerly for some kind of change—anything that would reveal the fruit's power. But as time dragged on, excitement gave way to confusion, then anxiety.
"What's going on? Why can't I feel anything?" He muttered, his voice tinged with unease. He pinched his cheek hard: "Ouch! Definitely not a dream."
Then he glanced at the strange fruit's remains on the ground: "That was a devil fruit… right?"
"Could it be like Brook's Revive-Revive Fruit? The kind that only activates under certain conditions?" Kael thought as he scratched his head, puzzled.
The uncertainty gnawed at him. Although he was certain he had been reincarnated, doubts began to creep in. Was this really the One-Piece world? Had he somehow ended up somewhere else entirely? The thought left him restless, staring out at the endless horizon in confusion.
Time ticked by, and as the sun began to set, Kael realized he couldn't just sit around waiting for answers.
Though the uncertainty of not knowing what kind of devil fruit he had eaten dampened his spirits, he understood the need to act if he wanted to survive. He didn't want to die again—certainly not from starvation on some forgotten island.
Resolving to make himself useful, Kael decided to comb the beach for supplies before setting up a simple camp. Slowly, he rose and walked toward the shoreline, intent on gathering whatever he could salvage. But as his hand brushed against the seawater, his body suddenly grew weak, and he nearly collapsed to the ground.
"What the hell?!" Kael gasped, yanking his hand back, his heart was racing from the unexpected sensation.
Then, as the initial shock faded, a spark of realization lit up his mind. His wide eyes turned from fear to excitement. He bent down again, cautiously this time, dipping his fingers back into the water. Once more, his strength drained away, leaving him trembling.
"This feeling… it can't be wrong." Kael whispered, his voice was shaking with anticipation: "Weakness to seawater… I… I'm definitely in the One-Piece world!"
This was the proof he had been waiting for. The strange fruit he had devoured earlier wasn't just a weird-looking snack—it was a genuine devil fruit! He still didn't know what kind of power it had given him, but for now, this confirmation was enough.
"Starting out with a random devil fruit is better than nothing." Kael muttered to himself with a small, satisfied grin: "This gives me an edge over normal people. Plus… who knows? Maybe it'll turn out to be something powerful."
His spirits lifted, Kael got to work. He painstakingly pried open the crates scattered along the shore, carefully salvaging whatever food and supplies he could find. Each item was packed methodically—his survival depended on it.
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Several Hours Later
"Ohh! Finally done!" Kael exclaimed, collapsing onto a makeshift bed of tree leaves. His body ached, his hands were sore, and he was drenched in sweat.
He gazed out at the vast, endless ocean stretching before him, but instead of inspiration or excitement, all he felt was an overwhelming sense of loneliness. The initial thrill of crossing into the One-Piece world had faded completely.
"To be honest… I just want to go home now." He muttered, his voice was heavy with exhaustion: "I didn't ask to die on some random island."
A sudden wave of frustration washed over him as he stared at the darkening horizon. Kael groaned: "Damn it! I miss my phone."
For someone from the 21st century, a world without a phone was unbearable. His phone had always been an inseparable part of his life—a lifeline to entertainment, connection, and distraction. Now, stranded and isolated, he found himself craving it more than ever.
"I wish I had my phone with me!" He looked at the endless sea, and said in a frustrated voice.
Kael sighed and let his head drop. His frustration was pointless—wishing wouldn't change anything. But then… something felt off.
"Huh?" Kael's eyes widened as he suddenly noticed a weight in his right hand. Slowly, he lifted it, staring down in disbelief.
"What the…?" He stammered, frozen in shock.
In his hand was a phone—a small, old-fashioned model, as though plucked from a time long past. Kael's jaw almost dropped to the ground: "Where the hell did this thing come from?!"
It wasn't just any phone—it was an old black-and-white Nokia, the kind that came out after 2005, with only two main functions: making calls and sending text messages.
"This isn't my pho…" Kael muttered, but before he could finish his sentence, a surge of inexplicable information flooded his mind.
The fruit he had eaten—it wasn't just any devil fruit. Though it had never appeared in the One-Piece anime or manga, Kael realized he had consumed one of the most powerful devil fruits in the world, a fruit so broken it defied all logic.
In fact, in his opinion, it was even stronger than Logia fruits like Ace's Flame-Flame Fruit, or the Mythical Zoan fruits like Kaido's Azure Dragon or Big Mom's Soul-Soul Fruit.
The reason was simple: Kael had eaten the legendary Paramecia-type devil fruit, the Nozomu Nozomu no Mi (Wish-Wish Fruit).
This fruit was unparalleled in its potential, granting the user the power to make a single wish of their choosing. The wish could be anything—from unimaginable power to immortality, or even the resurrection of a loved one. It was the kind of ability that could shatter the very foundations of the world.
And yet… all Kael got was the ability to create old mobile phones.
"What the…?! I… How?!" Kael stammered, his face turning blue from a mix of anger and disbelief.
His body trembled as the reality of his wasted wish sank in. He could have wished for a Logia-type fruit, a Mythical Zoan, a life of invincibility—anything! But instead, his one and only wish had been squandered on an outdated phone.
"Why?! Why is this happening to me?!" Kael screamed at the sky, his voice was echoing across the empty island.
For several minutes, he raged, cursing his bad luck and shouting at the heavens. But even after his anger subsided, a bitter regret lingered in his chest, as he recalled the strict limitations of the Wish-Wish Fruit:
One-Time Use: The user can make only one wish in their lifetime. Once the wish is made, the fruit's power becomes dormant forever. No Undoing: Once granted, a wish cannot be undone—not by the same user, nor by another Wish-Wish Fruit.
Kael let out a hollow laugh, staring at the old Nokia in his hand: "The Nozomu Nozomu no Mi… No, I can't call it that anymore." His voice was filled with a mix of sarcasm and self-pity: "From now on, my devil fruit is the Denwa Denwa no Mi (Phone-Phone Fruit). That's more fitting."
A bitter smile crept onto his face as he sat on the sandy shore.
"Ahh!"
Kael sighed bitterly, his shoulders slumped as he reluctantly began to explore the abilities granted by the Phone-Phone Devil Fruit. It wasn't the flashy, world-shaking power he had dreamed of, but it was his now. He needed to make the most of it.
So far, he had discovered two distinct abilities.
The first was the power to create phones—physical devices identical to modern smartphones. It was an unusual skill, to say the least.
The second ability was more intriguing: a unique communication feature. The phones he created could connect with each other seamlessly, no matter the distance.
Essentially, the Phone-Phone Fruit turned Kael into a living communication hub, a super-satellite capable of managing networks far beyond anything he'd imagined. It was as if he had become a more advanced, multifunctional version of the Den Den Mushi used in this world.
"Haha!" Kael let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head at the irony: "I got the strongest Devil Fruit in history, and I turned myself into a glorified communication snail."
The thought was both amusing and infuriating. Still, Kael's curiosity got the better of him: "Let's see how it works…"
Focusing on his newfound powers, Kael conjured a second phone identical to the first. It appeared in his hand as if it had always been there.
He opened the call section on the screen, noticing his name automatically listed as the first—and only—contact.
"Well, that makes sense." He muttered to himself.
The list was empty because no one else in the world had a phone created by his Devil Fruit yet. For now, he was his only contact. Still, he was eager to test its functionality.
With a shrug, Kael dialed his own name.
"Hello?"
…
"Hello?"
"That's... my voice." Kael realized, his brow furrowed. He was calling himself.
"Ahh!"
He sighed again, setting the phones aside. Dreams of luxurious, Devil Fruit-fueled adventures seemed to drift further away with each passing moment.
Instead of lamenting, Kael began thinking practically. How could he use this ability to carve out a better life for himself in this strange, unpredictable world? As he sat on the shore, staring out at the endless expanse of sea, his thoughts were interrupted by movement on the horizon.
Squinting, Kael spotted a small fleet of three ships steadily approaching. His heart quickened.
Kael looked at the approaching fleet, his heart skipping a beat as the ships grew closer.
"Is that… the Navy?" He murmured, relief washed over him.
If it had been pirates, he'd have been in serious trouble. Pirates weren't exactly known for their compassion, and not every crew shared Luffy's quirky moral compass. The Navy, however, operated by strict rules—even when dealing with the most dangerous and notorious criminals. At least, that's what Kael hoped.
Dang!
After about ten tense minutes, the three ships docked near the shore. A gangplank lowered, and a towering figure emerged, descending with deliberate steps. Behind him, a group of marines marched in perfect formation.
Kael's eyes widened as he took in the imposing figure at the front. The man's muscular body was cloaked in a white coat draped over his shoulders like a cape, the word "Justice" emblazoned boldly across the back, swaying with each stride. His spiky black hair and thin mustache were unmistakable.
"Vice-Admiral Momonga!" Kael thought instantly, then he became even more excited. He was saved—or so he thought.
Before Kael could approach and plead for help, his elation turned to icy dread. Momonga reached into his coat and pulled out a rolled sheet of paper. With a flick of his wrist, he held up a wanted poster, thrusting it inches from Kael's face.
"Nefertari Kael, you are under arrest for treason." Momonga said in a cold voice.
"T-treason?!" Kael stammered. He froze, his mouth was opening and closing in stunned disbelief.
But before he could say more, the marines moved with precision, surrounding him in an instant. A pair of them clamped seastone cuffs onto his wrists, draining him of his strength.
The weight of the cuffs left him weak and powerless. Moments later, he was hauled onto the ship and unceremoniously thrown into a dark, damp cell below deck.
Kael slumped against the cold metal wall, his thoughts were racing: "What… what is going on here? Treason? Don't tell me I was originally part of the Revolutionary Army!"
He buried his head in his hands: "Why am I so unlucky? First, I eat a devil fruit that turned me into a communication hub, and now I'm arrested by the Navy!" His voice tinged with frustration and despair.
Hours passed as Kael sat in silence, grappling with his circumstances. The dim light of a water basin nearby caught his eye. Crawling closer, he peered into the still surface, his reflection staring back at him.
It was his face—familiar yet different. His features looked younger, sharper, as if his body had been swapped with someone else's entirely. The realization left him reeling. He wasn't just in another world; he was living someone else's life.
Surprisingly, the meals brought to his cell were rich and plentiful, far better than what he expected for a supposed criminal.
It was a strange kindness, given the charges against him. Yet, despite the small comfort, Kael's questions remained unanswered. Momonga never reappeared, and every attempt Kael made to speak with the marines was met with cold, stony silence.