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Isaac Newton in One Piece

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Isaac Newton reborn in One Piece…

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Chapter 1Chapter 1 The Apple Falls

The room was silent, save for the faint crackle of the hearth. Isaac Newton sat at his writing desk, a quill poised in hand. The flickering flame of a single candle cast shadows across the shelves that lined the walls, each one filled with the accumulated knowledge of his lifetime. Tomes of mathematics, philosophy, alchemy, and astronomy surrounded him—a fortress of thought that had shielded him from the chaos of the outside world for decades.

He was eighty-four years old. His body had grown frail, but his mind remained sharp, a blade honed by years of tireless inquiry. His green eyes, though dulled by age, still held a spark of the curiosity that had driven him to reshape humanity's understanding of the universe. Long strands of messy white hair fell past his shoulders, the once golden locks faded with the passage of time.

Before him lay an unfinished manuscript. Equations, diagrams, and notes sprawled across the parchment, only he could understand the meanings of them. His hand trembled as he dipped the quill into the ink. For a moment, he stared at the blank space on the page, as if waiting for the perfect words to come.

His gaze drifted to the window, where the shadow of a barren apple tree loomed against the gray winter sky. Snowflakes swirled in the faint light of dawn, settling gently on the twisted branches. A faint smile crossed his lips.

"It all began with you," he murmured, his voice barely audible over the crackling fire.

The memory of that fateful moment under an apple tree returned to him with startling clarity. It had been the simplest of questions—Why?—and yet it had unraveled the mysteries of gravity itself. It wasn't the apple that mattered, but the revelation it inspired: that the universe was governed by laws, orderly and precise, waiting to be discovered by those bold enough to seek them.

Newton leaned back in his chair, the quill forgotten in his hand. His mind wandered through the corridors of his life. He remembered the exhilaration of formulating his laws of motion, the sleepless nights spent devising calculus, and the awe he felt when he realized the same force that drew the apple to the ground held the moon in orbit around the Earth. The universe had seemed to open itself to him, its secrets laid bare with every equation he wrote.

Yet for all his triumphs, there were regrets too. He thought of the rivalries that had consumed him—the bitter disputes with Leibniz, Hooke, and others who had challenged his ideas. He thought of the years lost to alchemy, chasing after the philosopher's stone, trying to decipher God's hidden language. And he thought of the solitude, the long hours in this very room, with nothing but his thoughts to keep him company. Genius had demanded its price.

He coughed, a deep, rattling sound that echoed through the stillness. His hand went to a silver chalice on the desk, filled with wine. The liquid was bitter, but it eased the dryness in his throat. As he set the chalice down, his fingers brushed against the parchment. Equations and words blurred together in the candlelight. For the first time in his life, Newton felt the weight of uncertainty.

"I was but a child playing on the seashore," he whispered to the empty room, "while the great ocean of truth lay undiscovered before me."

The clock on the mantle struck midnight. Newton's eyes turned to the apple tree outside one last time. Snow fell steadily now, blanketing the ground in white.

His breathing slowed. The warmth of the fire seemed to recede, replaced by a strange, comforting stillness. His thoughts drifted to the question that had always eluded him, 'What lay beyond? Was death the end, or merely another frontier to explore?'

The candle's flame flickered and died. Newton's quill slipped from his hand, landing softly on the parchment below. His head tilted back, his eyes closed, and with a final, gentle exhale, the great mind that had unraveled the heavens departed this world.

The room fell silent. Outside, the snow continued to fall, blanketing the apple tree in a shroud of white. Newton's body sat still in his chair, but his legacy remained, etched into the fabric of time itself. And though no one knew it yet, his journey was far from over.

Newton's first sensation was warmth. A smothering, unfamiliar warmth enveloped him, accompanied by muffled sounds that scratched at his sensitive ears. There was a dull pressure all around him, a rhythmic pulsing that felt oddly comforting, though he could not explain why.

Then came the light. Blinding and sudden, it pierced through the veil of darkness he hadn't realized surrounded him. The warmth gave way to cold air, shocking and sharp against his skin. He felt himself being pushed, pulled, and finally expelled into the open world.

For a moment, there was silence.

Newton's mind stirred. Thoughts formed, but they were sluggish, as if weighed down by the fog of an unfamiliar existence. His eyes struggled to open, his vision blurred and hazy. He could feel his body—small, fragile, and utterly alien. Yet he did not panic.

The sharp cry of a woman pierced through his thoughts, followed by hushed murmurs. He could not yet comprehend the words, but the tone carried a mix of exhaustion and relief. He felt hands—a giant's hands, it seemed—lift him gently, wrapping him in something soft.

And then it struck him fast, was he… a newborn? The realization was absurd, yet undeniable.

Isaac Newton's first instinct was not fear or confusion but curiosity. Could this be reincarnation? A concept he had dismissed as fanciful superstition in his former life now stood before him as an undeniable reality. He focused his mind, such as it was, on the evidence at hand.

The sensations of his body, small and undeveloped… that confirmed the obvious. The faint cries of a woman, no doubt his mother, suggested that he had been born into a world far removed from the one he had left behind. He did not understand the words being spoken around him, but their cadence and tone hinted at a language he had never encountered before.

'This is not England,' he thought. 'This is not Earth.'

His logical mind began to work, despite the limitations of his newborn form. Could this be an afterlife? The idea of a soul surviving death had never been entirely alien to him, though he had preferred to frame it within the bounds of natural philosophy. Or perhaps this was something else entirely—a transfer of consciousness, a continuation of life in a new vessel.

Newton's green eyes—clear and unclouded now, as though time had reversed its effects—opened fully for the first time. He found himself staring into the face of a woman with tear-streaked cheeks and an expression of profound love. Her hair was dark and wild, her features strong and unfamiliar. She murmured something softly, her voice trembling, and kissed his forehead.

He felt himself being passed to another pair of hands, larger and rougher. The face that loomed above him was a man's—weathered and stern, yet softened by the faintest hint of a smile. The man spoke, his voice low and gruff, and Newton instinctively filed away the sounds, attempting to discern patterns in the unfamiliar language.

'This is fascinating,' he thought, marveling at his ability to remain calm in such an extraordinary situation. Even as a newborn, his mind retained the clarity and logic that had defined his previous life. 'To retain consciousness and memory after death… is this a universal phenomenon, or an anomaly unique to myself? And why this body? Why this place?'

A sharp cry escaped his lips—not of fear or discomfort, but of necessity. His lungs, unused to the air of this world, demanded exercise, and his body acted on instinct. The woman—his mother, he supposed—gathered him close, her warmth soothing him.

Newton allowed himself to settle, his newborn body demanding rest despite his active mind. Yet questions continued to swirl in his thoughts. What kind of world had he been born into? Was it bound by the same physical laws he had spent a lifetime deciphering, or was it a realm of chaos and unpredictability?

As the voices around him faded into a soft hum, Newton's final thought before sleep overtook him was one of determination.

'If this is life after death, I will uncover its mysteries. No matter how long it takes.'

The thought was interrupted by the voice of the woman holding him. Her tone was soft yet firm, filled with awe as she stared into his tiny face. Her dark hair clung to her damp forehead, her features etched with exhaustion and joy.

"He's perfect," she whispered. Her words were clearer now, and Newton's mind latched onto the sounds, analyzing them even as his infant body made understanding them impossible.

"What will we name him?" the man, his father, asked, his voice steady and warm.

The woman didn't hesitate. "Isaac," she said. "Isaac D. Newton."

Newton felt a strange jolt, though his infant body didn't betray his reaction. His name. The name that had defined his identity in his previous life. The coincidence—or was it more than coincidence?—only increased his fascination at the situation.

The man raised an eyebrow, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Isaac? A strong name. I like it." He reached out, gently running a finger across the infant's cheek. "Isaac D. Newton it is."

The woman smiled, cradling him closer. "May he grow to be strong and wise, and change the world in ways we can only imagine."

Newton, nestled in his mother's arms, allowed himself a moment of reflection. This was no ordinary birth. He had been given a second chance, a new life, and a name that tied him to his past. His mother and father—both Newtons, just as he had been—had unknowingly set the stage for his future.

As his newborn body demanded rest, his thoughts swirled with possibilities. Why had he been reincarnated? Why here, in this strange world? And was the name Isaac Newton a mere coincidence, or was it part of some grand design?

The answers would come in time. For now, he closed his eyes, surrendering to the pull of sleep. His mother's voice, soft and soothing, was the last thing he heard before the world faded away.

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