One Piece: Starting with Sharingan, First Mate Uchiha

"Beep—click."

Holding a specially made black and gold room key, Victor pushed open the door to the most luxurious "Dream Bubble Suite" on the top floor of the Sabaody Archipelago Lovers' Bubble Hotel.

As the heavy solid wood gate slowly closed, the hustle and bustle of the outside streets was completely shut out.

The entire space instantly fell into a private and tranquil atmosphere that made one's heart race.

In the center of the room stood an enormous, semi-transparent, constant-temperature waterbed.

The inside of the waterbed emitted a faint glow.

Countless colorful soap bubbles, emitting an aphrodisiac scent, floated in the surrounding air.

Victor walked to the center console by the wall.

He casually adjusted the indoor lights to a hazy, dark rose-red hue.

As the sound of dripping water stopped, the frosted glass door of the bathroom was gently pulled open.

Viktor's previously steady breathing suddenly became heavier.

Nami's eyes held a hint of evasion, yet also revealed a wild and expectant look, like a little wildcat.

Robin walked gracefully to Victor, her long, slender fingers, slightly cool, gently tracing his muscular chest, her voice husky and alluring:

"First Mate, are you satisfied with your spoils?"

Viktor did not reply verbally.

"ah!"

The temperature in the room rose sharply in an instant.

……

A few hours later, the sky outside the window was dyed a magnificent golden yellow and fiery red by the setting sun.

The light of dusk filtered into the room through the gaps in the curtains.

The dreamy bubble suite is filled with a lazy and sweet atmosphere.

Viktor leaned against the headboard, his exposed chest covered in fine beads of sweat.

Nami nestled obediently against Viktor's left chest.

Her eyes still held a faint blush, and her voice was soft and sweet:

"Victor... I once thought that I would only be able to eke out a living in endless nightmares and abysses for the rest of my life."

"But now... as long as you're by my side, I'm not afraid of anything."

On the other side, Robin's beautiful eyes, which usually held so many worries, were now filled with an unprecedented sense of relaxation and tranquility.

"A twenty-year-long life on the run..."

"I originally thought that my final destination would be to die silently in some betrayal and loneliness."

"But now..."

"I have finally found the place where I can close my eyes in peace, even if it is the end of the world outside."

Hearing Robin's affectionate words, Nami hummed softly.

She looked up and rolled her eyes at Viktor, with a hint of girlish spoiledness:

"Don't get cocky, you wretched guy. You'll have two beautiful women like us by your side from now on."

Robin chuckled softly upon hearing this.

"Ah, that's right."

"That should be enough to satisfy this greedy guy, right?"

A deep tenderness flashed in Viktor's dark eyes.

"The hell of the past is completely over."

Viktor's voice was steady, as if he were making an eternal vow.

"As long as I live, you will always be free. I love you."

The three of them looked at each other and smiled.

After a good rest, the three of them got up and tidied themselves up.

Viktor stood in front of the dressing table, holding a hairdryer, and carefully and skillfully dried Nami's neat orange short hair.

Robin sat in front of the mirror, meticulously touching up her makeup.

The allure she exuded with every gesture was captivating and mesmerizing.

It was evening.

The setting sun painted the bubbles floating in the sky above the Sabaody Archipelago a brilliant golden-red, making the entire island look like a vividly colored oil painting.

The three pushed open the hotel's revolving door and went back out onto the street.

Viktor was in a good mood, a faint smile playing on his lips.

He planned to take the two ladies to the island's top restaurant for a nice meal to replenish their energy.

However, just as the three of them turned a street corner hand in hand, their smiles still lingering on their faces...

"Bang!"

The once bustling and lively street ahead suddenly erupted in a terrified scream without warning.

The pedestrians who were leisurely strolling around suddenly seemed to have seen some terrifying plague god, screaming and frantically scattering to both sides of the street, trying to avoid it.

A man, barely clothed and covered in blood, stumbled out of a dark alleyway.

Most strikingly, the man had a heavy steel collar around his neck.

The man's eyes bulged out of extreme fear and despair, and tears mixed with blood covered his face.

In despair, he stretched out his hands to the passersby, crying out in anguish for help:

"Save me! Please, please save me!"

"I don't want to be captured by the Celestial Dragons and forced to be their dogs..."

"Please, someone help me get this thing down here!!"

The bomb collar around the man's neck was flashing a blinding red light.

And this was accompanied by an increasingly urgent "beep beep beep" death alarm.

He stumbled and fell heavily in the middle of the street, less than ten meters in front of Viktor and his two companions.

Seeing the slave on the ground desperately trying to survive, Nami's kind nature instantly took over.

Her pupils contracted sharply, she gasped, and was about to step forward to help.

In that very instant.

Viktor sensed a deadly danger.

Without the slightest hesitation, Victor instantly stretched out his strong arms and pulled Nami and Robin into his embrace at the same time.

He pushed off with his feet, pulling the two of them backward at high speed, instantly creating a safe distance.

"BOOM—!!!"

The very next second after Viktor stepped back.

The bomb collar around the slave's neck exploded cruelly with a blinding flash of light!

The deafening explosion shattered the evening tranquility of the Sabaody Archipelago.

Scalding hot blood and bursts of fire erupted instantly on the flat street, a horrifying sight.

The smoke and dust gradually dissipated.

Victor slowly released his hands that were protecting the two ladies.

He stood still and looked up.

Those deep black eyes stared silently at the mangled corpse lying in a pool of blood a few meters away.

The lingering satisfaction and languor on his face, a result of the beautiful moments they had shared, were completely stripped away in that instant.

Instead, there was endless coldness and desolation.

The colorful bubbles still reflected the sunset in mid-air, as beautiful as ever.

On the ground, however, lay a nauseating scene of blood and mangled limbs.

A dreamlike fairyland and a cruel hell collided abruptly at this moment.

(I deleted half of it, there's no way to fix it /(ㄒoㄒ)/~~)