The Pirate World Doesn't Need the Internet!

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Elena transmigrated.

She transmigrated into a world where everyone sailed the seas, ate the Web-Web Fruit, and became a miserable "network moderator" with no golden finger.

Workplace: An unknown, cramped office at Marine Headquarters.

Job duties: Delete posts, ban accounts, get yelled at, get yelled at, get yelled at...

Elena slammed her fist down in fury: Who the hell wants this lousy moderator job?

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Until one day, Fire Fist Ace started a livestream.

"I'm Portgas D. Ace, commander of the Whitebeard Pirates' Second Division." He smiled at the camera. "I'm hunting a traitor named Blackbeard. If you have any leads, tell me."

So many new users flooded in that the SeaNet became more lively than ever, nearly crashing and going offline!

Elena stared in stunned disbelief.

Then she secretly gave the livestream a boost.

A handsome stranger I've never even met, please take down SeaNet and save me!

A popular streamer with a gorgeous face? Give him a boost.

A cross-dressing ballet troupe? Boost them.

The divination section? Music, food... Boost them all!!!

-- Later, supernovas began popping up all over SeaNet, each one becoming a huge hit across the network.

Elena, now saddled with even more work: Just destroy it already! I'm exhausted. The pirate world doesn't need the internet!

Waaah, I'll never boost your traffic again!

Until much later, when Marineford erupted in chaos, and an unfamiliar call came into that cramped office.

Only then did Elena realize someone had been tracking her for over half a year. Wait, does the Chief of Staff of the Revolutionary Army have nothing better to do or what?!

[Warning!!!]

A large cast, a touch of ensemble storytelling, written wherever the inspiration takes me.

Entirely subjective. I can't guarantee you'll like every character. OOC warning!

Theme: I love working more than anything~