Chapter 3: The Unwilling Heir
Levi was a traveler, but not the ordinary kind. His journey had not been one of body, but of soul. He awoke in a new world, in a new life, with memories intact and a startling piece of news: the father he had never met in this life—a Marine Vice Admiral—was already dead.
His inheritance was not a Devil Fruit or a legendary sword, but something far more mundane and, to his modern sensibilities, deeply appealing: a portfolio of successful shops spread across a peaceful island. If fate were kind, he would simply step into the role of a wealthy young master, a life of comfort and security stretching before him. It was, he mused, not so different from the aspirations of his previous existence.
The main difference was the risk factor. This world was fundamentally unsafe. Having money didn't guarantee security, but not having it guaranteed misery. It was a harsh equation.
Crucially, he had arrived without the standard traveler's accessory: a Cheat system. No mysterious voice, no grand mission, no instant power-ups. Levi had no intention of being a high-profile figure in such a dangerous world. His plan was simple and rooted in self-preservation: act low-key.
He would use the substantial funds he was set to inherit—a fortune rumored to be near a billion Berries—and leverage his knowledge to manage and grow it. With wealth, he could build layers of security, hire protection, and live comfortably away from the front lines of chaos. A self-styled business genius with a focus on safety. It should, he reasoned, be enough. Probably.
Without a Cheat, he could only rely on himself. The plan was to avoid attracting attention and steer clear of the world's monsters. He felt a cautious confidence, as long as luck didn't throw a major pirate or Marine legend directly into his path.
But before he could even settle into his would-be life of quiet luxury, his plans were interrupted by a living legend. The most famous man on the seas, the Marine Fleet Admiral, Sengoku the Buddha, came to his doorstep.
Sengoku spoke of duty to a fallen comrade, of preventing a heroic bloodline from disappearing. He insisted that Levi, for his own safety and future, must come to Marine headquarters to learn essential skills. The message, wrapped in stern concern, was clear: come, train, and you will be under my protection. After that, you can live your life. Faced with the unwavering will of the Marine Marshal, did Levi have a choice? He did not.
So he went, leaving his island and its shops in the care of trusted managers. Life at headquarters was austere compared to his expectations of luxury, but tolerable. Because of Sengoku's explicit, if somewhat distant, patronage, Levi enjoyed considerable freedom. The Marshal didn't push him hard, didn't seem to expect him to become a model Marine. It felt more like a favor to a lost friend—a desire to equip the son with a few basic tools for survival in a brutal world. Levi sensed a reluctant, gruff kind of doting in Sengoku's demeanor.
Levi's own plan adapted. He figured he'd put in a half-hearted year, learn a move or two for show, and then retire honorably to his island and his fortune. It was a decent compromise.
Then, today, the system finally appeared.
*[It is detected that the host soul is completely integrated with the body. Sign-in system activated. Upon activation, 1000 attribute points obtained! Detected location: Marine Headquarters, a famous venue. 3000 attribute points obtained! You may freely allocate points to upgrade selected attributes!]*
A transparent, blue-tinted screen materialized before his eyes, listing five options:
[Reiatsu]
[Haki]
[Swordsmanship]
[Taijutsu]
[Essence User]
Levi looked at it. Was there even a choice?
Not really. It was glaringly obvious. Devil Fruit users had clear, often crippling, weaknesses. Swordsmanship and Taijutsu demanded close-quarters combat, direct conflict, risk—everything that clashed with Levi's core philosophy of cautious, low-profile living. He was lazy in that regard; he had no desire to court danger. Having a system didn't make him immortal, and this world was full of beings who had honed their bodies and blades to inhuman peaks. Trying to outdo them on their own turf seemed like a foolish gamble.
Haki was a powerful, versatile option. But Reiatsu… Reiatsu had everything Haki offered and more. Deterrence, pressure, tangible force. It came from a power system whose upper limits, in his memories, dwarfed the scale of this world. He remembered tales of beings whose spiritual pressure alone could collapse structures and crush wills. Reiatsu targeted the soul directly. Even a monster like Kaido, with his nigh-invulnerable body, likely had no specific defense against an assault on his very spirit.
"All points to Reiatsu," Levi decided. "If you can solve a problem with a thought, why ever throw a punch? If an enemy can withstand that level of spiritual pressure, then hitting them with a sword or fist probably wouldn't have made a difference anyway."
With 4,000 points to spend, he started cautiously. He allocated 2,000 points first, bracing for a surge of power. A wave of immense, cold energy flooded his being, settling deep within his soul. It was intense but manageable. He experimented, letting a fraction of it seep out… and apparently caused a minor commotion somewhere. He shrugged it off. No evidence linked it to him.
Emboldened, he dumped the remaining 2,000 points into Reiatsu.
The effect was instantaneous and overwhelming. Boom! It felt like his consciousness was momentarily scattered by a star going supernova within him. The power was too fierce, too vast, a wild tide threatening to burst its confines. In that moment of loss of control, the Reiatsu erupted a second time, a silent, crushing wave expanding uncontrollably from his room, blanketing the entire Marineford fortress.
When he finally wrestled the immense power back under a tenuous grip, he was dazed. He hadn't meant for that to happen. The scale was… problematic.
Then came the summons from Sengoku. On the walk to the conference room, he was accompanied by the Vice Admiral candidate, Momousagi Gion. The beautiful, long-legged Marine kept shooting him looks that mixed deep suspicion, burning curiosity, and profound displeasure. He later learned why: her relaxing bath had been violently interrupted by a wave of terrifying pressure emanating from the room next door. She'd only had time to hit a panic button before succumbing. Had her aides not found her quickly, she might have drowned. She had become the center of an embarrassing, unprecedented incident—the Vice Admiral candidate found unconscious in her bath by an unknown Conqueror's Haki. The humiliation was clearly fresh.
"So young?!" The exclamation, from both Kizaru and Garp, echoed in the silent room as Levi entered. Their surprise was palpable. Levi stood before them, looking far too young, too ordinary, to be the source of the soul-terrifying power that had brought the mighty Marine headquarters to its knees. The disconnect between his appearance and the act was staggering.
(End of Chapter)
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