I Became a Son-in-Law in One Piece

It takes so much effort to treat a woman in Pirates, you wear hair. It's all over if you can't snatch it. You promised so many conditions, and *ma bet, do you want the protagonist to be an idiot with cerebral palsy, or do you want to lick G

Since watching One Piece, I have learned Ming Ge's steps, Kizaru's expression, Serka's laughter, Smoker's way of smoking, and the Queen's contemptuous actions. When I see a man, I say: Give me a face and be my son. When I meet a woman, I say: Can you show me your underwear? Then they want to beat me. At that time, I said, the world will forgive me for whatever I do without mercy, because I am as beautiful as a fairy. I put on Kizaru's expression and Serka's laughter, took out two cigarettes and lit two cigarettes. In less than two minutes, I had red-haired hands, Fujitora's eyes, blackbeard's teeth, Aokiji's legs, and the end of whitebeard (Uchiha rebound)

What I hate the most is that after the protagonist has gained strength, he still has to act with a supporting role like a weak clown, which is still embarrassing.

Seeing the root of death is golden? This masonry of yours must be of mythical level.

Why is there no treasure chest after touching the Empress? And Momonosuke must die! What about Nami and Robin?

In the world of comprehensive comics, time travelers have to use a three-dimensional way of thinking to woo a heroine with a two-dimensional personality, instead of assimilating themselves. Her personality and behavior are more annoying than the male protagonist of the anime, and there is no sense of substitution.

There's no way she's going to die. She's been planning it for so long. Do you think she's going to die?

It's pretty good. Keep an eye on you.