Chapter 1: We All Arrived a Little Early

Chapter 1: We All Arrived a Little Early

In the Pirate World, at the "Holy Land" of Mary Geoise, Chu Yang sat in a dark, sunless dungeon, listening to the wails coming from outside his cell, his heart heavy with gloom.

It had been less than a month since he transmigrated into this world. Now appearing as a teenager, Chu Yang had been abducted by human traffickers and sold to the Sabaody Archipelago, where he was then chosen by the Celestial Dragons to become a slave.

"Damn it, what rotten luck."

Other transmigrators usually get some kind of system to assist them, enjoying the good life, but he was about to be branded with the "Hoof of the Flying Dragon" on his body.

This could definitely be considered a unique souvenir.

The scent of burning flesh in the air made Chu Yang tense up. Even though the pre-transmigration Chu Yang had been through a lot in society, he still couldn't remain calm in this situation.

In the cell next to his, there were three girls around his age. Compared to Chu Yang, they seemed much calmer, as if this was just a routine event.

The three sisters had completely different hair colors.

The one with the biggest build had green hair, the tall and slender one had brown hair, and the smallest but most imposing girl, who exuded a leader-like aura, had black hair.

"Kid, you're new here, right? Remember, if they take you out later, no matter what happens, you must endure it. Don't scream, or if you anger those guys, your end will be miserable!"

The smallest black-haired girl spoke sternly. Chu Yang nodded to show he accepted her good intentions.

Only then did the girl's icy expression soften a bit.

As the wails outside gradually died down, the previously oppressive atmosphere lightened somewhat. The girls started chatting casually with Chu Yang.

"Kid, what's your name?"

"My name is Chu Yang. Could you stop calling me 'kid'? You don't look much older than me!"

"Chu Yang? That's quite an odd name. It's a mouthful to pronounce. I'm Boa Hancock. You can call me Sister Hancock, kid!"

Hancock emphasized the word "kid" again, seemingly to provoke Chu Yang, but he wasn't in the mood to bicker with her over it.

Hancock?! The Pirate Empress?

Looking at the young empress who was still a slave in Mary Geoise, Chu Yang suddenly understood the timeline he was in. It was at least 13 years before the official start of the story. To know the exact year, he would have to wait until the "hero" Fisher Tiger set the Holy Land ablaze.

Given Mary Geoise's tight security, escaping from here would be like climbing to the heavens.

Thinking of this, Chu Yang's expression darkened.

The feeling of being completely at someone else's mercy, with his life and fate in their hands, was unbearable.

Just as Chu Yang was planning to get more information from Hancock, he suddenly heard the sound of footsteps approaching.

It was the jailers!

They were coming to brand him with the "Hoof of the Flying Dragon."

Hancock's expression changed as well. She urgently reminded him again: "Chu Yang, you must hold on."

Chu Yang forced a smile onto his pale face.

With a "bang," the cell door was kicked open, and a towering man stepped out of the darkness.

The man was dressed in a black uniform, his head covered by a black cloth, resembling an executioner from Western folklore.

Chu Yang took a deep breath, striving not to show fear.

Without a word, the jailer picked up Chu Yang as if he were a chick, sneering as he scrutinized him, then dragged him out of the cell.

Hancock stared hard at their departing figures. She didn't want this newly arrived boy to meet a tragic end.

Over the years, many slaves had died because of the jailers' "spur-of-the-moment amusements."

Most were ordinary humans like Chu Yang.

Other races were considered more valuable by the Celestial Dragons, so if one were lost, the jailers would face severe punishment.

Trembling with fear, Chu Yang was strung up by the jailers. Beside him, the furnace crackled with sparks, and inside it, the branding iron glowed a scorching red.

A jailer picked up the branding iron, his face twisted into a ferocious grin, and approached Chu Yang.

Chu Yang stared at him fixedly, like a cornered beast. At this moment, all his fear was replaced by rage and hatred.

"I've seen that look many times before, and none of them ended well!" The jailer sneered as he lifted the branding iron and pressed it fiercely onto Chu Yang's chest.

The burning was momentary, but the excruciating pain that followed was indescribable.

As the jailer continued to press down, the branding iron sank into Chu Yang's flesh. He stiffened in pain, his entire body trembling.

Somehow, a surge of willpower prevented Chu Yang from crying out. He kept his eyes locked on the jailer, his gaze gradually turning blood-red.

That kind of hysterical madness made the jailer feel a surge of fear!

His grip on the branding iron loosened, and he instinctively took a few steps back.

By the time he regained his composure, Chu Yang had already passed out.

"Heh, I thought he was tough, but he fainted so easily!"

While the jailer mocked him, Chu Yang's soul arrived at a mysterious palace.

The palace was grand and imposing, yet up close, many parts showed signs of damage and decay, exuding an overwhelming sense of history.

Deep within the palace stood many thrones, stretching as far as the eye could see—dense and numerous.

Most of the thrones were damaged.

Only the 12 closest thrones remained intact.

The two central thrones glowed with a terrifying red light, like blood spreading outwards.

Sitting on one of the thrones was a shadowy figure. As soon as the figure noticed Chu Yang, he quickly stood up.

Through the haze, they saw each other's faces clearly and were both stunned—then utterly shocked!

The two looked exactly the same!

As they locked eyes, a peculiar sensation flooded their bodies—a feeling of unparalleled familiarity. They realized they were the same person, both Chu Yang!

Immediately, a string of memories that didn't belong to them flashed through their minds.

Clearly, these new memories belonged to the other.

"I didn't expect that another me transmigrated to a different world…"

"It seems our souls encountered some accident during transmigration and split into many parts…"

"And this palace appears to be our shared soul space."

After sharing their memories, the two Chu Yangs began to piece together what had happened to them.

The Chu Yang in the Pirate World looked at the other Chu Yang in awe and said, "I didn't expect you to end up in the Naruto World…"

The Chu Yang in the Naruto World smiled wryly. "The only problem is that I arrived way too early, so I've temporarily lost the advantage of knowing the plot."

The Chu Yang in the Pirate World sighed and said, "Same here. I arrived 13 years early and am now stuck in Mary Geoise as a slave."

"Well, you have it worse than me. At least I didn't end up as a slave," the Naruto Chu Yang teased. "But I'm way earlier than 13 years."

The Pirate Chu Yang asked curiously, "How much earlier did you arrive?"

Even though they shared memories, fully sorting them out wasn't a quick process.

The Naruto Chu Yang's expression turned gloomy as he spoke, almost tearfully, "I'm not sure of the exact time, but right now, the ninja villages haven't even been established yet…"

The Pirate Chu Yang gasped in shock, exclaiming, "Good heavens, you're in the Warring States Period!"

The Naruto Chu Yang replied seriously, "In the Naruto World, I go by the name Senju Yang."