Starting with One Piece, a Multiverse Simulation

The mohawk hairstyle remained unchanged, but his originally extremely rugged face now resembled that of an animal that hops on two legs.

Wood had seen this animal in his previous life; it was none other than the so-called "kangaroo"!

"Tsk, is he a Zoan-type Devil Fruit user...?"

Cook, who had just revealed his Devil Fruit, looked quite pleased with himself. He was about to brag about it as usual, but Wood didn't expect that Wood knew about "Devil Fruits" and could even accurately identify the type of his own fruit.

"That's right, the forbidden power of the sea. Those who consume Devil Fruits will also be abandoned by the sea."

The Devil Fruit I ate was the Zoan-type Mouse-Mouse Fruit, Kangaroo Mode.

"Zan-type Devil Fruits inherently amplify the physical abilities of their users, and kangaroos are already quite adept at boxing. Do you know what that means?"

Cook wasn't too surprised that Wood knew about Devil Fruits, after all, this was already the first half of the Grand Line.

Unlike the less developed Four Seas, the people of the Grand Line naturally have a much broader perspective and are not as easily surprised as the people of the Four Seas when they see so-called ability users.

Normally, Zoan-type Devil Fruits have three forms: normal form, half-human, half-beast form, and fully beast form.

Iron Arm Cook is just a rookie pirate with 20 million Berries, and Wood doesn't think the other party's Devil Fruit ability can be developed to a very strong level.

However, it must be said that the situation, which was originally in a very advantageous position, has become unpredictable again due to the sudden revelation of the ability user's identity.

Cook, now in his half-human, half-kangaroo form, leaped and shot towards Wood. His muscular arms propelled his gauntlet-clad fists, and a punch pierced the air as it hurtled toward Wood's head.

"boom------!"

The enormous fist shattered the ground, and a few strands of Wood's black hair flew up. He was now a few steps away from where he had been before, looking at the ground now covered with spiderweb-like cracks, with a look of lingering fear on his face.

After Cook used the Devil Fruit's power, both his jumping ability and the power of his punches were significantly stronger than before!

"Tsk, my stamina has actually been depleted to this extent? If I were at my peak from the beginning, that punch would have definitely blown your head off!"

Cook looked at the deep crater the gauntlet had created in the ground with a dissatisfaction on his face.

In the past, when he was in this state, a single punch with all his might could have pierced through a small naval warship.

Chapter 10 Perhaps this is what justice is!

Cook was naturally unhappy that his punches, which were originally capable of delivering the power of cannonballs, had been weakened to this extent due to his injury and lack of stamina.

"Want to run around like a coward again? It's fine, just run all you want. Who knows how many of those guys on your island will still be breathing in a little while?"

Cook threw another punch, and Wood, who had originally intended to dodge, gritted his teeth and charged forward with his knife after hearing what the other man said and looking at the townspeople who had suffered heavy casualties on the other side!

"Ding------!"

A metallic clang rang out as Wood, who had swung his sword with his right hand to clash with Cook's arm armor, felt an indescribable pressure on his right arm.

The powerful impact traveled through the blade and directly struck Wood's arm. Wood felt his hand bones groaning as if they were about to break at any moment.

The bones in my left arm are broken, and my shoulder is dislocated, so I can't get any leverage now.

Just as Wood felt his right arm was about to give way, he extended his right foot and stepped directly on the back of the blade, using the force of his right foot to deflect Cook's heavy punch.

Cook's heavy punch was deflected, and he looked surprised. He had expected Wood to dodge, and he had also expected Wood to be knocked away by a punch, but he had not expected Wood to use this method to reverse the disadvantage in strength.

However, Cook's right-hand punch was deflected. He still had his left hand, and although he wasn't a normal left-handed person, the strength of his left arm was definitely not as great as his right arm.

However, if Wood were to take this punch without any warning, Cook would be just as confident that he could seriously injure Wood with a single blow!

Seeing Wood rush into his arms, Cook used his left hand in a sweeping punch to strike Wood's left ribs, attempting to severely injure his waist.

However, when he saw Cook swinging his fist at him, Wood's face also showed a fierce expression.

Just as Cook said, the longer the battle drags on, the more disadvantageous it will be for us.

Or rather, the "disadvantage" itself did not originate from Wood himself, but from the other people on Red Leaf Island.

Because of the pirate harassment over the past two years, most of the original inhabitants of the island have left.

Those who remain here now are mostly women, children, and the elderly who are unable to leave, and a few people who have an emotional attachment to this island.

Facing the vicious "Iron Arm Pirates," women, children, and the elderly, who were only lightly armed, were no match for them.

Wood's fight with Cook cannot be delayed for even a minute longer; otherwise, more people may die at the hands of pirates.

Faced with a powerful punch that swept in with a strong wind, Wood did not choose to dodge this time, but instead used a knee strike to directly collide with Cook's left arm.

"Crack——————!"

The result was predictable: Cook was originally stronger than Wood, and now he was wearing iron arm armor.

So, in the collision between the two, Wood's left kneecap was shattered almost instantly!

The intense pain from the shattered bones even caused Wood to draw blood from between his teeth.

However, before Cook could even feel joy at having dealt a heavy blow to Wood, he noticed that the boy in front of him had a fierce expression on his face and used his only remaining right foot to jump, leaping right in front of him.

A ruthless glint flashed in Wood's eyes, and the veins on his right hand, which was gripping the knife, were now clearly visible beneath the skin.

"One-Sword Style: Iron Cutting!"

Cook, whose body was out of balance, looked at Wood, whose left arm and left leg were crippled, and saw him leaping toward him with an even more frenzied expression than before. Cook couldn't help but show a look of horror on his face.

"You're a madman! A monster!"

If an ordinary person's left kneecap is shattered by a single blow, they might lose their will to fight due to the intense pain.

But the boy in front of him now felt to Cook like a demon who knew no pain!

No matter how you look at it, the other person looks to be only a teenager. How could they possibly have such a strong will?

A silver blade flashed in the air. Cook hastily used his gauntlets to defend his throat, but he couldn't stop the blade from eroding him.

The iron arm armor and his arm were severed in two, and even a deep cut appeared on Cook's throat, from which a large amount of blood gushed out instantly.

Cook tried to cover his bleeding throat with his other arm, but unfortunately it was no use.

As Cook bled profusely, his consciousness began to blur, and his pupils, which had been looking at Wood, gradually became unfocused.

As for Wood, who had just completed the ultimate technique, Iron-Cutting Strike, he lost his footing and crashed heavily to the ground, coughing up a mouthful of blood.

The long sword in his hand, after completing the iron-slicing strike, not only cut through Cook's arm armor, but also seemed to have reached its limit, breaking in two.

This sword was originally seized by Wood from the pirates who landed on the island before; it wasn't exactly a good sword. Having taken so many punches from Cook and then enduring Wood's iron-cutting sword technique, it's normal that it would be overwhelmed.

Looking at Cook lying in a pool of blood, and then at the Red Leaf Island residents falling one by one on the other side, Wood used his broken sword to barely prop himself up.

But after only a few steps, Wood felt his consciousness begin to fade, and the scenery in front of him gradually became blurry.

"What an amazing kid. Putting aside his strength for now, his powerful willpower is something I've never seen before in my life."

When I was your age, my strength and willpower were far inferior to yours.

You've done a great job, leave the rest to me..."

As Wood's vision blurred, he vaguely saw a white cloak with the word "Justice" printed on it. A bold and powerful voice appeared beside Wood and caught him just as he was about to fall.

Looking at the black-haired boy in his arms, whose left arm and left leg were twisted into an eerie angle, Zephyr couldn't help but show a moved expression.

He arrived at the last minute during Wood's fight with Cook, but he also happened to witness Wood's final display of determination.

With Zephyr's insight and strength, he could naturally see that if Wood fought Cook step by step, he could win at a much lower cost.

But in the end, he won in a desperate way. At first, Zephyr didn't understand the boy's thoughts and just thought he lacked combat experience.

However, when he saw that the man was half-crippled but still limping towards another direction with a broken sword, even Zephyr, who had been a naval officer for decades, was moved at that moment.

What the young man was fighting so hard for was nothing more than justice!

Chapter 11 The Boy Who Was Favored by the Admiral

Wood opened his eyes and saw the familiar ceiling. He tried to get up, but as soon as he moved, he felt a sharp pain in the left side of his body.

The room was still his own room, and the bed was the same bed he always slept in, but at this moment, Wood's left arm and left leg were wrapped in bandages like giant radishes.

Seemingly sensing the commotion beside her, Ayn, who had been sleeping by the bedside, opened her eyes groggily and exclaimed with delight upon seeing Wood awake.

"That's great, Brother Wood, you've finally woken up. You've been sleeping for a whole day and night."

"Don't get up yet. I'll go tell Mom and the others, and bring them some food while I'm at it."

Wood wanted to ask the little girl what happened after he fainted, but before he could speak, Ayn had already run out of the room with a happy look on her face.

"Never mind, judging from Ain's expression, she should be fine afterward. She's been lying down all day and is definitely hungry. We can ask her more questions after she's eaten and drunk her fill."

Not long after Ayn ran out, her mother, Stia, also looked happy and carried steaming hot food into Wood's room.

Moreover, besides the mother and daughter Ayn and Stia whom Wood was familiar with, there was also a tall, resolute-looking man with purple hair who came in this time.

The other party was wearing a purple suit, with a white cape draped over his back, symbolizing "justice".

Judging from their attire alone, it's easy to tell that the other party is a naval officer, and a petty officer at that.

Because the Navy's Justice Cloak is something that can only be obtained by people of a certain rank; ordinary rank-and-file soldiers, sergeants, and even junior officers do not possess it.

There were too many characters in the Navy, and the current timeline was more than ten years different from what Wood knew, so he didn't recognize the purple-haired giant in front of him.

However, it is almost certain that the other party is not one of those strange, colored animals.

"Brother Wood, do you know? The Navy arrived right after you defeated that big guy."

This navy uncle, facing those bad guys, punched them all away one by one, sending them flying.