Gray Morrow transmigrated into the world of the Pirate King and became an ordinary Marine lieutenant in the East Blue.
No earth-shattering adventures, no extraordinary background. The only thing he had going for him was the Devil Fruit he'd eaten without anyone knowing:
Human-Human Fruit, Mythical Zoan, Demon Form.
He hid his strength, which was nearly that of a Vice Admiral, for ten years.
His daily routine consisted of patrols, catching petty criminals, writing reports, and slacking off. His superiors thought his physical skills were decent but saw little future for him. His subordinates thought he was lazy and useless.
Morrow was very pleased with this.
Until one day, a Vice Admiral-level figure was assigned to the East Blue and began inspecting the branches one by one...
Morrow panicked.
All he wanted was to keep living a quiet, stable life. Why was it getting harder and harder to keep his head down?
