When he woke up, Levi found that he was not on the bed in the dormitory, but on a creaking and salty wooden boat. In front of him was an unreal blue sea and a pirate flag with funny skulls on it. As a standard otaku in the 21st century, he barely passed sports. In this world of pirates where big fists are the norm, the beginning is a hellish difficulty. Devil fruit? Domineering? Six styles? He doesn't know any of them. He originally wanted to find the most inconspicuous corner to survive, but the current of fate pushed him into the whirlpool of the times. In a desperate situation, the only thing he could rely on was the seemingly "useless" modern scientific knowledge in his mind. When the giant sword entwined with domineering power slashed down, he silently calculated the fluid dynamics; when the strange fruit power enveloped all directions, he tried to use basic physical laws to find flaws. He thought it was just a last resort to save his life, until one day, the whole world began to praise the name of "the alien who fights with strange theories." Looking at the swarming challengers from the new world, Levi sighed and opened the notebook full of formulas: "So, should we use Maxwell's equations or general relativity to 'reason' today?"
