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[1 HOUR TIME SKIP]
(After the Plot Armor event)
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[ IN THE GAP]
***an empty space or interval; interruption in continuity; hiatus.
ROB: Finally, peace at last. (Looking around, just checking if that Human really got reincarnated). Everything looks clean. No zzzzzzz noise. No snoring 😴 sounds. Yesssssssssssss! Huuuuuu..... peace at last... (tears flowing down to his cheeks). It's so quiet ..... and yet I feel like something is missing. Hmmmm...
DIRECTOR: What, missing him already?
ROB: HUH? Missing who?
DIRECTOR: (ROLLED HIS EYES)
AUTHOR: (ROLLED HIS EYES)
ROB: Ahemm. Anyways, I still got some unfinished business so I'll bounce out first. (with peace ✌🏿 sign)
DIRECTOR: 👍 👌🏿 Okss, Gramps, but don't forget his allowance!
ROB: Allowance?! Oh, I almost forgot about that part. (snaps his fingers) That should do it. Now then, I gotta go. (woooshhh) fly sfx
AUTHOR: He's going to Hawaii for sure (nodding his head).
NARRATOR: What do we do now?
AUTHOR: Yeah, Director, what now?
DIRECTOR: OF course... After all that hardships... We deserve some relaxation. So.... LET'S GO GRAB SOME FUCKING DRINK!
ALL: YEAHHHHHHHHHHHH!
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One hour had passed since the cosmic forces finished their work. The "Plot Armor" event was over, the higher powers had retreated to their own realms, and the world—indifferent to the birth of a new legend—continued to turn.
LOCATION: Oki Island, Sea of Japan.
Though the real-world Oki Islands are a cluster of small, uninhabited islets, this version of Oki was different. It was a massive, rugged landmass reminiscent of Wano, with a jagged, fortress-like core at its center.
Tucked away within a dilapidated, vine-choked house on the outskirts of the island, a small figure lay in a deep, unnaturally long slumber.
****(In real life, Oki Islands consist of over 180 smaller, uninhabited islets, but here in my fanfic, the Oki Island will be like Wano island.....(image here/Image in the comment section)
It was a boy, no older than five or six years old. He possessed long, snow-white hair and was dressed in a pristine white chiton, looking more like a miniature Greek deity than a mortal child. Most striking, however, was his bed: he was sleeping inside a coffin.
But this was no ordinary casket. It was a masterpiece of craftsmanship—majestic, imposing, and encrusted with a fortune in emeralds, diamonds, and rubies that shimmered even in the gloom of the ruins. For seven days, the boy had remained motionless, neither breathing nor waking, as if his body were processing the sheer weight of the gifts shoved into his soul.
Then, the silence of the island was shattered.
ROOOOOOAAAAAAR.
It sounded like a primordial beast waking in a cave, a sound that echoed off the crumbling walls. It wasn't a monster, however—it was the boy's stomach. The sheer, agonizing hunger of a body that had been starved for a week.
The boy's eyes snapped open.
[ Arch's Perspective ]
Everything was dark. My head felt heavy, and my limbs felt like lead.
Where am I? Why is it so cramped?
I tried to move, but my surroundings were restrictive. I felt polished wood and cold stone against my fingertips. After a moment of disorientation, I realized I was trapped in some kind of box. I couldn't remember how I got here, but my stomach was screaming at me with a ferocity that made it impossible to just lay there and die.
"Here goes nothing," I muttered, my voice raspy.
I took a deep breath, channeled every ounce of strength into my legs, and unleashed a desperate, two-footed kick upward.
"DYNAMIC ENTRY!"
BOOM!
The heavy, jewel-encrusted lid flew off with a violent crash, splintering the floorboards of the old house. I scrambled out, gasping for air, and stood up on shaky legs. I looked back at the "box" I had been sleeping in. It wasn't a box at all—it was a coffin, but a beautiful one.
"Wow," I whispered, scratching my head. "Sleeping in a coffin? A bit macabre. From now on, you aren't a coffin. You're my... Little Palace."
I took a step toward the door, my mind hazy. I felt like I was forgetting something. Something important. Something about... wishes?
The moment the thought crossed my mind, the world tilted.
"Wishes... what wishes? My head..."
A dull throb turned into a sharp spike. Then, it felt like a white-hot iron was being driven through my temples.
"AH! My head! It hurts... it hurts!"
I collapsed to my knees, clutching my skull. It felt as though my brain was expanding, trying to shatter my bone from the inside out. The memories, the power, the sheer data of the "gifts" I had been promised were flooding in all at once, far too fast for a child's body to handle.
"ARGH! STOP IT! PLEASE!"
I screamed until my throat was raw. Desperate to make the pain stop, I began to slam my forehead against the stone floor.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
Blood began to flow, an unending stream that soaked into my white hair, staining it a gruesome, matted crimson. My pale skin grew even more translucent. The white chiton, once the garment of a god, was now a rag soaked in my own lifeblood. I was bathing in it, wailing in the center of the ruins, hoping for the darkness to take me back before the agony tore me apart.
BANG. BANG. BANG.
The world faded into a haze of red and pain.
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