One Piece: Wherever I Dance, the Empress Is by My Side

[Transmigration + System + Fan Fiction + Pirate King + Soft-Rice Romance + Lighthearted + Humorous + Passionate + Unconventional + Goddesses]

I transmigrated into the world of Pirate King, and the System I was bound to was a little unusual. It didn’t teach me Haki; it only taught me how to dance.

My first dance was in the Empress Hancock’s hall. My steps were clumsy and my eyes flustered, yet her rose-colored lips lifted in a genuine smile for the first time, just for me.

My second dance carried me into the late-night Pleasure District. I missed a beat at the spy queen’s gambling table, but by sheer luck, I struck the loneliest chord beneath her mask.

Later, my dancing became the most dangerous melody in the New World.

The logistics empress’s planning room, the King of Loan Sharks’ vault, the Marine Vice Admiral’s fortress of justice… With sincerity as my beat and quick wits as my steps, I invited them to dance at the edge of schemes and blades.

Kaido mocked me. “Boy, did you dance your way onto that throne?”

I turned to look behind me. The Empress’s serpent whip tapped out the rhythm, Stussy’s cards filled the air, and the banners of six empresses rang out together on my deck.

“No.”

I stepped onto the final throne and held out my hand, offering them one last invitation:

“My throne is theirs, because they’re willing to dance this dance to the end with me.”

This dance began as a humiliating game of survival and ended as a gentle revolution that swept across the world.