One Piece: I'm Whitebeard's Son.

I'm dead. I can't see anything, hear anything, or feel anything at all. Then suddenly, I saw something. I could see a small trickle of light, which grew larger by the second. Before long, my entire surroundings were pure white.

"Well, well, what do we have here? A little soul with no purpose? Hah! Whatever, let's get this done with." A youthful voice rang out from everywhere, echoing throughout the area.

"What? Who are you? And what do you want? Are you like the ROB in fanfictions?" My voice was distorted and grotesque, sounding disgusting.

"No, I'm not one of the ROBs," the voice said. "I'm the author of your story. Which means I'm God—at least to you."

Ah, what the hell? So, I'm just a character in this guy's story?

"Well, yes. You're just a character I'm writing. I did indeed kill you and bring you before me." I don't know why, but I don't feel angry with him at all.

"Now, let's get this done with," he said. In a brilliant flash of light, the white environment transformed into a vast expanse of space with various types of surroundings.

I looked around and saw a forest, a sea, a volcano, and even a place filled with nothing but toilets. 'What the hell...?'

Snap.

"Now look here." I turned to see a young man with unruly black hair and light tan skin looking at me.

"You're going into the world of my choosing with the power of my choosing, and you're going to act according to my script."

What the hell? Why did this guy bring me here if I don't benefit at all?

"Because it's necessary for the reader."

What reader? Don't tell me people like him are going to be reading the story he writes?

"Yes, your assumption is correct. Now, I'll tell you which world you're going to and who you'll be," he said, waving his hand as a large rectangular object resembling a TV materialized in the air.

The TV then began to play a song I recognized instantly—it was "The Very, Very, Very Strongest" from One Piece. So, I'm going to the One Piece world.

"Yes, you're going to the world of One Piece, two years before the canon story starts," he said. The TV then displayed a masculine figure with blond hair, standing over two meters tall, with tanned skin. Is that Veldora?

"Yes. And that will be your appearance, but don't misunderstand it for his powers and skills."

Aw man, I was hoping to get at least some of his powers since I'm getting his appearance.

"But I'll give you an ability similar to Veldora's [Investigator]. It will only allow you to identify non-living things."

What? Even though that could be useful in some ways, I'm not sure if it will be enough to perceive Haki. I guess I'll find out.

"Anyways, I'll send you off now. Your background will be that you're the first of the Seraphim Project," he said, then waved his hand, pushing me off before I could ask anything.

As I was falling, I heard his voice one last time: "Oh, I forgot to mention, you'll be the failed project."

Ah, that's actually kind of a relief. Then I blacked out.

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The next time I opened my eyes, I found myself surrounded by a vast expanse of sand. Waves hit me and then receded as I slowly stood up on my feet.

"My god, this dude is buffed." I couldn't help but marvel at my new body. I'm now a tall guy with eight-pack abs and strong body.

This is nothing like the previous me. In my past life, I was a bedridden kid waiting for death. Even though I was never afraid to die, I clung to life time and time again.

"Yes, that's right. I've always been courageous. But I wonder, was that courage written by the author as well?"

Talking to myself is boring, so I started walking around and found what seemed to be an abandoned cabin. It was rundown, with moss and vines covering its roof.

Oh, I forgot to mention, readers: I've found out my name. Edward Vance—that's what I recall, and I have a feeling I'm a clone of Whitebeard.

Slowly pushing the door open, it creaked. Inside, I saw a lot of things.

The interior of the hut was clean, with shelves lining the walls and a chest sitting on top of the only table.

I walked around the cabin and opened one of the shelves, leaving the chest for last.

Inside the shelf, I found neatly folded clothes and a letter. Opening the letter and reading it, a thin smile appeared on my face:

"HEYA! It's the author here! Yes, the hut was prepared by me with almost everything you need inside. It will never disappear nor can it be destroyed.

Oh, and one more thing: Only you will be able to see the cabin. By 'see,' I mean that no matter how much Haki or perception power someone has, they will never be able to perceive or feel it at all.

The island is also created for you. You can sense your island once you leave, though it will be visible to everyone...

Bye-bye!"

As I finished reading, the letter began to catch fire and vanished without a trace. I looked at the clothes and took them out.

Unfolding the clothes, I found a long, flowing black coat that nearly reached the ground, with a luxurious white fur trim around the collar. The coat also had bold red zigzag patterns on the sleeves.

Next was a simple white shirt and loose black pants, along with white leg wraps or boots with black toes.

After putting them on, I looked into the mirror and smiled with satisfaction.

'Heh, I'm a real Chad with these clothes.' I cringed a little while thinking that, but the feeling of satisfaction remained.

Now, to find out where I am. I looked to the side and saw the map on the second rack of the shelf. I took out the map and spread it out on the table after putting the chest inside the shelf.

It looks like I'm in the North Blue, based on the map, which had a constant blink at a certain location. I instinctively knew that the blink was marking my position.

Hm, North Blue, current year is 1520, since the canon story starts with Luffy's journey.

Heh, wasn't Law from the North Blue? And Cavendish as well. Hm, I need to bring Law and Cavendish into the crew.

Looking at my hands, I suddenly feel an urge to grab the air and flip everything.

Looking into the memories of this body, I couldn't recall anything. However, I do remember my Fa– no, Whitebeard's memories of using his fruit.

Guess I'll have to try this out myself.

Walking out of the cabin, I closed it and headed to the shore.

Alright, let's do this...Resolving myself, I plunged both hands into the air, trying to grab it.

"YES!!" A shout of excitement escaped me as I looked at my hands—my fingers were plunged into the air.

"HAAH!" Dragging my hands down with all my strength, the scene before me was simply terrifying.

The entire sea was flipped over, with various currents going in different directions. Only my island remained stable.

"Hahaha! Suck a dick! Blackbeard!"