One Piece: Moon of Madness

Name: One Piece: Moon of Madness
Author: Stray Cat Bug

海贼：癫狂之月

by Stray Cat Bug (流浪猫猫虫)

Status: Completed
Length: 702k Words
Genre: Light Novel
Subgenre: ACG Fanfiction
Updated: 2y ago
English: Request a translation

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Synopsis

Lin Xia, who transmigrated to the world of pirates, was just planning to show what he could do with the help of the System.

Yet he suddenly discovered that something seemed slightly wrong with this pirate world.

He stared at the tentacle before him, covered in spikes and a full fifty meters tall.

Lin Xia's face grew grave. "How could something like this appear in this world?"

On a floating island.

Looking at the grotesquely twisted Golden Lion, Lin Xia could not help asking a question that had troubled him for years:

"Shiki, were you really wiped out by a storm in that battle?"

"Huh? I am a man whose Haki can split the heavens. How could I possibly be defeated by a storm?"

"Damn it, why is this world different from the Pirate King I watched?"

Wuxuan: The Great Convergence is about to arrive. No world will escape!

This is a special pirate novel. The worldbuilding and the settings of some plot elements and characters may differ from the original.

P.S. Pirates + DOTA, does that have potential?

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4.5kRecommendations

61Fans

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