I'm at the top of One Piece

I'm at the top of One Piece

Author: A big mouthful

Summary:

Summary:

Every step we take leaves a mark; we can learn from life's experiences and history.

Life is about breathing, but what can I get from breathing...?

Drum Kingdom in the bitter cold of winter...

Domineering...Devil Fruit...

East China Sea...

The person who leads the world to ascension

world...

Vegapunk discovered the design blueprint for life... the lineage factor.

Moses comprehended the essence of life through his breath, sublimating his domineering aura and leading the world to extraordinary heights.

This era...

Chapter 1 begins!

Another stranger has arrived.

In the dark and cramped space, a small figure stretched out.

Sigh, I can only use that vague, unidentifiable sensory ability to see the outside world every day. When will this ever end?

It's been almost twenty months since I regained consciousness. It seems the world I live in is indeed extraordinary. Could I be a member of some powerful family?

Could it be some high-level martial arts master?

No, no, how could that be?

Ugh, when will this ever end? And hey, stop pushing me!

inside the house.

Silent expression

In the dim light, you can see a gentle woman leaning against the headboard.

That life force was like a flickering candle in the wind, yet as tenacious as wild grass.

More than twenty months

Thinking of this, the man felt his throat go dry and couldn't help but swallow: "You are—Portgas D. Rouge?"

Rouge blinked her sore eyes, looking at the renowned man who was now a household name in this era, and seemed to finally breathe a sigh of relief:

"Good day, Mr. Karp."

Hearing that weak voice, Garp felt utterly helpless.

cough!

He said, his throat a little dry:

"Now that I'm here, you can rest assured and give birth to them. Leave everything else to me."

Thank you. Thank you.

Rouge said gratefully.

……

[Merit Points +1]

[Huh? What's this thing? Why is it pulling me? What am I going to do?]

Wow~ Wow~ Wow.

[It's so dark, is it evening? Oh my god, I'm finally born!]

The weak cries of a newborn baby echoed through the spacious room, and a few minutes later, an even louder cry rang out.

[It's so noisy, what's there to yell about? Unlike me, I'm so much better off being quiet.]

"That's great, mother and child are safe. Doctor, I'll go get the doctor."

The nurse rushed out.

A moment later, the stranger they had sensed earlier also entered the house.

Upon seeing the person who came,

[Huh? This person looks familiar.]

Leaning against the headboard, Rouge gently cradled the two swaddled infants, rubbing her pale face against them softly.

Looking at the baby in her arms, her voice was gentle yet filled with boundless reluctance:

"The one with freckles on his face is the younger brother, named Gol D. Ace, and the one who looks a bit weak is the older brother, named Gol D. Messer."

As soon as she finished speaking, Rouge's arms slipped from the swaddling clothes, and her life came to an end.

[Gol D? Could it be?]

When Mercer heard his own name, he was startled, and then he sensed Rouge's presence dissipate.

An overwhelming sense of sorrow welled up inside me, "Wow!"

At the same time, another baby nearby seemed to be infected and also started crying loudly.

The doctor, looking at the two babies with pity in his eyes, said with regret, "Sir, please accept my condolences. Mrs. Rouge's health is too weak, and there is nothing we can do."

"Hmm." Garp paused, his expression turning somewhat silent. "I understand."

Soon after, having taken care of Rouge's funeral and settled all the "things," Garp left with the two babies in his arms.

"The surname 'Gol' is too conspicuous. From now on, you two will inherit the surname 'Portcus,' the same surname as your mother, Rouge. You will be called Portcus D. Mercer & Portcus D. Ace."

As he walked toward the shore where the warships were moored in the distance, Garp glanced at the "well-behaved" Messer in his arms, his eyes darkening.

Thinking about what the doctor had just said and the magical seahorse in his pocket that could steal memories that he had found before coming here, he thought about it.

"Sir, I'm sorry, this baby named Mercer seems to be congenitally weak and shows signs of premature death, but I cannot determine the specific cause, and I don't know how long he will live. I apologize."

【Perhaps you could take him to Drum Island, a medical powerhouse on the Grand Line, or maybe to see a newly emerging genius doctor in the West Blue. Those places might have a way to find out his specific condition.】

【Okay, I understand. This is a magical seahorse capable of stealing memories. I'm sorry, you can't have the memories of Rouge and the children. I'm sorry.】

"Yes, I understand. Even though Lady Rouge is from our main family, it's still best to keep such secrets to a minimum."

Holding Mercer and Ace in his arms, he could sense that Mercer's heartbeat was healthy, but her aura was incredibly weak.

"I have this strange feeling of being both strong and weak. What's going on?"

Garp ground his teeth in a fit of rage, but he had also made a decision in his mind.

"Since I promised your parents, I will keep my word. From now on, you two are my grandsons, Garp's grandsons. Mather, Ace."

At this moment, noticing the gaze, Garp looked around and finally looked at the little one in his arms who was still awake.

The next moment, two pairs of black eyes, one large and one small, met.

Karp's eyes widened as he looked at Mercer's open, bright black eyes, her small, wrinkled hand reaching for her beard, and listened to the baby's babbling cries.

An uncontrollable smile crept onto his lips as he leaned his head toward Mercer. The next second, he felt a friction against his beard, and at the same time, he saw Mercer touch his beard briefly and then pull away.

Garp grinned: "Little Messer, do you like your grandpa?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw that Mercer's eyelids began to droop, and after withdrawing his arm, he closed his eyes.

Garp burst into laughter once again.

With his eyes closed, Mercer was still thinking about what the doctor had just said, and he was speechless: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

However, while holding the man she was holding, Messer secretly used her sensory abilities to perceive him.

His terrifying height, inhumanly robust physique, and the terrifying power hidden within him.

And though it was restrained, it possessed a deep, hidden, inhuman aura.

As soon as Garp jumped onto the warship, he froze, feeling as if his clothes had been stripped off, as a sensory ability brazenly scanned him.

At this moment, looking at his adjutant Bogart who was walking towards him and scanning him, Garp's eye twitched, and his tone became unfriendly:

"Bogart, why are you using Observation Haki to detect me?"

The newcomer was dressed in a sharp brown suit and a matching top hat, holding a female baboon with her limbs hanging down and a large tuft on her head.

Bogart froze, staring blankly at his "unreliable" boss who was holding two babies in his arms, his mouth slightly agape.

"Me? No. Oh right, I brought the mother monkey you ordered that just gave birth. It's buy one get one free. Hmm, it's clean."

Seeing that Bogart didn't seem to be lying, and then feeling "offended" once again, Garp finally understood the situation and looked at his chest in disbelief.

The sense of sight and hearing perceives "collision".

Looking at the seemingly "sleeping" Messer in his arms, Garp's eye twitched. "Observation Haki? Innate, unconsciously released, really?"

Thinking it over, Garp gently pried open Mercer's left eyelid with his right thumb and forefinger. Looking closely at the pupil that seemed somewhat empty, Garp's heart skipped a beat.

"Could this child be blind from birth? No, no. He was just looking at me."

Thinking about this, Garp became somewhat uncertain again. Perhaps the eye contact just now was simply due to his Observation Haki.

He immediately said.

"Bogart, set sail immediately, head to the Grand Line, to Drum Island. Hurry up."

Bogart snapped to attention and immediately turned to leave, but the next second, Garp said, "Baboon, stay here."

Bogart turned back and put the baboon down.

A dozen minutes later.

Kap's room in the ship's cabin.