My good buddy and I transmigrated to the world of One Piece. We thought we’d end up as cannon fodder in the Marines or spend our whole lives as nobodies.
Instead, my buddy and I both got golden fingers.
During the Paramount War, Susanoo clad in the Thousand-Armed Buddha! Who dares face us?
This story is full of rambling, follows the original plot all the way, and moves at a very slow pace. It’s like wanting an ice pop but having to open the fridge first.
The author’s hand is injured right now, so writing will be much slower. Every keystroke hurts like crazy.
But your requests for more chapters and your comments are what keep me going. Even if the numbers are low, even if my writing is terrible, as long as someone is asking for more and someone wants to read, I’ll keep writing.
