I transmigrated into the world of One Piece and became Dragon's adopted son, a sharp-tongued brat who was the Revolutionary Army's biggest headache.
After awakening the Crack-Crack Fruit, my System told me to collect negative emotions by roasting people to win prizes.
Every time I drew, I was cursed with terrible luck and got junk like “a bag of sea salt” or “a cracked pebble.”
Then, before I set sail at ten, the entire Revolutionary Army saw me off in tears: not because they couldn't bear to part with me, but because they could finally enjoy some peace and quiet.
I decided to join Gecko Moria. After all, zombies were probably the only ones who could put up with my mouth.
But first, I had to let the strongest people on these seas experience what it really meant to get under someone's skin.
