Traveling through the world of One Piece, I became the adopted son of a dragon, the most troublesome venomous brat of the revolutionary army.
Awakening the cracked fruit, the system allowed me to collect negative emotions by talking.
Every time he draws a lottery, he is possessed by a non-chief, and he can only get garbage such as "a bag of sea salt" and "cracked pebbles".
Before I went to sea at the age of ten, the entire revolutionary army bid farewell to me in tears - not because they were reluctant to part with me, but because I could finally be at peace.
I decided to defect to Moonlight Moria. After all, the only people who could tolerate my mouth were probably zombies.
But before that, I have to let the strong men in this sea experience what it means to truly break defenses.
