One Piece: The story was spoiled for Im Saint right from the start.

He was just an ordinary person, and he was incredibly brave not to wet his pants immediately when facing a ferocious bird.

no doubt.

Sumer's performance was terrible.

A complete clown.

All his previous boasting had vanished, replaced by fear, resentment, and anger.

7. The power bestowed by Im Saint

Whoosh whoosh whoosh

100 meters in the air.

Marcus Maz Saint entered full beast form, transforming into Itsumade, and with a gentle flap of his wings, he flew a great distance.

The clouds rushed past rapidly along the way, even producing sonic booms.

Sumer was gripped by the claws of Makas Mazsa, a layer of black liquid flowing over his body, which kept out the fierce wind.

"Mr. Maz, that's Armament Haki!"

Sumer let Makas—Maz Saint—hold him, though he was a little uncomfortable, but he didn't have time to think about that now.

Looking down at the boundless, shimmering sea, Sumer couldn't help but swallow hard.

After all, he has a mild fear of heights.

After leaving Mary Geoise, they headed straight for Mako Town on the Grand Line, just the two of them, him and Markus Mazsa.

If Narona Im Saint suddenly has the idea to see the Sky Island in person, he can possess either him or Marcus Maz Saint.

The five elders, including Saint Satan, can also descend via a teleportation magic circle.

"Yes."

When Sumer asked him questions, Makas Mazsan didn't act aloof or unresponsive; instead, he surprisingly engaged in a patient conversation.

"If you don't mind, could you teach me?"

Sumer looked up and could only see Itsumade's extremely striking and bizarre body.

Because after Makas—Maz Saint—transforms, his size becomes too large.

It's like an eagle catching a mouse.

He made no attempt to be polite, and quite presumptuously requested from Marcus—Maz Saint—

After entering the workforce.

Sumer knew that being sweet-talking, flattering, and thick-skinned would save him a lot of suffering.

It would be best if Marcus Maz Saint agreed, but it wouldn't matter if he didn't, since it wouldn't cost him anything anyway.

"You have signed the Deep Sea Pact with Lord Im, and have been granted great power and immortality."

"What you need to do now is to familiarize yourself with these two abilities as quickly as possible, instead of thinking about Armament Haki."

"With your qualifications, it may take some time and effort to fully master it."

Makas-Mazsan neither agreed nor refused, but kindly reminded Sumer.

He felt that Sumer was being overly ambitious.

He had previously scanned Sumer's body with Observation Haki and also enveloped it with Armament Haki to sense it.

The results showed that Sumer's physical condition was very ordinary, even below that of a child.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call him disabled or having a developmental deformity.

He thought that Sumer, as a time traveler, lived in the same high-dimensional world as the comic book author, and that his body might contain some secrets.

At the very least, they are extraordinary.

The result was a huge disappointment.

If it weren't for his extraordinary good fortune in catching the attention of Lord Im and signing the Deep Sea Contract, Sumer, judging from his performance, would probably only reach the level of a naval lieutenant commander even after a hundred years of cultivation.

He might never awaken his domineering aura in his entire life.

In short, Sumer's physical condition is average, and his talent is still unknown.

"Um!?"

"Only immense power and immortality? Doesn't signing the highest-level Deep Sea Contract grant not only immense power and immortality, but also abilities like teleportation magic arrays and telepathic communication?"

Sumer frowned.

"You really know a lot!"

Makas—Maz Saint lowered his head and looked at Sumer, his fierce eyes filled with a profound meaning.

He paused for a moment before speaking.

“Each ability needs to be bestowed by Lord Im personally. If you are also given a summoning and teleportation magic circle and the ability to communicate telepathically, then I, who have also signed the Deep Sea Contract, can sense it.”

"Fine!"

Sumer sighed softly, feeling somewhat regretful.

He hadn't expected that Narona Imsael had been holding back a trick against him; how stingy.

In a short time.

The atmosphere fell silent, with only the sound of the wind whistling past their ears.

Here.

Inside Pangu City.

In the highest office, Saints Satan, Vocuri, Nassullan, and Pitt did not handle government affairs, but instead sat on sofas or windowsills to process the shock that Sumer had brought them.

The worldviews of the four have been shattered this time.

Now we just wait.

Wait for Maz to confirm the authenticity of the Skypiea arc.

Inside the greenhouse.

Narona – Im Saint stood alone in the sunlight, surrounded by a multitude of colorful butterflies.

Judging from the furrowed brows, he was not at peace inside.

.....

"This is the world of One Piece!"

The Grand Line.

An island in a lawless zone.

Sumer stood on a bustling street, surrounded by buildings resembling medieval European architecture, interspersed with tiled houses.

In some dark alleys or corners of walls, you can see pirates and thugs with fierce expressions and guns or machetes at their waists.

There were even scenes of robbery, extortion, shootouts, murder, and rape in the streets.

A sniper shot was fired, nearly blowing Sumer's head off. Fortunately, he dodged it nimbly, but it still grazed his face, which gave him quite a fright.

If his body hadn't been strengthened by the Deep Sea Contract, he might have actually been hit.

It's also very exciting.

He actually dodged the bullet.

I'm so grateful to Narona Imsaur for elevating him from a mortal to a superhuman in an instant.

seriously.

An ordinary person with no skills transmigrates to this world, and in this environment devoid of any order, it is extremely difficult to survive.

I don't know why.

Sumer was somewhat relieved that he had been transported to the greenhouse.

"Let's finish eating quickly and get going!"

aside.

Marcus Mazsan had one hand in his pocket, and his black suit accentuated his tall and slender figure.

He wore a blue coat, his eyes sharp, looking with some disgust at the dirty, chaotic streets where fights and brawls were taking place everywhere.

Those who were drunk, causing trouble, and beating others were like a group of unintelligent monkeys.

If Sumer hadn't said he was hungry, he wouldn't have ended up on this island halfway through his journey.

"Then let's have udon noodles!"

Seeing that Makas Maz Saint was urging him, Sumer turned his gaze back to the udon noodle shop across the street.

The words were spoken.