vncnus Chapter 1
Chapter 1
1520, Sea Calendar, New World, Moby Dick.
A cool sea breeze carries a slightly salty smell, and the reflections of hundreds of newsbirds are mirrored on the azure sea.
Dilt slowly stepped onto the pure white giant ship, his blond hair disheveled by the sea breeze.
"So peaceful..."
No sooner had he finished speaking than a group of menacing-looking pirates drew their swords and pointed them at him.
"Who are you? How did you get up here!"
Dilt chuckled: "Didn't your father teach you to respect your elders?"
The moment he took another step, a dark red lightning bolt whipped up a howling gale.
As the usually boisterous pirates approached, one after another they collapsed on the deck.
The only sound that reached my ears was the roar of the ocean waves.
The black-bearded man, mingling in the crowd, was sweating profusely. Seeing that no one was standing beside him, he pretended to fall down with a thud.
He was utterly shocked: "It was that guy!"
"He hasn't aged at all! He looks exactly the same as he did back in Wano Country!"
In the distance, a white-bearded man with IV tubes inserted into his body opened his somewhat dazed eyes.
"Dilt..."
First Division Captain Marco crossed his arms, looking displeased.
"That's enough, the newcomers can't take it anymore."
Dilt waved his hand, putting away his domineering aura, and looked at Ace next to Marco.
"He's a newcomer; I never saw this kid before."
Ace raised an eyebrow: "Kid? You're not that much older than me!"
Dieter smiled without saying a word, and simply kept moving forward.
Ace was somewhat annoyed: "Who is this guy?"
Marco, without turning his head, said: "Arbitration."
Ace's eyes widened immediately, his face filled with disbelief.
Finally, he shifted his gaze and it landed on the handsome young man with long blond hair.
"Arbitrator Dilt! A great pirate who was once on par with Gol D. Roger, and he's so young! The bounty poster clearly shows him as an old man!"
Marco's expression remained unchanged: "His Angel-Angel Fruit ability means the government's bounty on him is fake."
Ace was somewhat skeptical: "Get the government to fake it? Unheard of, is it really that powerful?"
The usually stern and unsmiling Diamond Joz chuckled softly, a rare occurrence.
"You're still young. I hate to admit it, but this guy is even more outrageous than Dad in some ways."
A look of recollection crossed Jozu's face: "Do you know God Valley?"
Ace frowned: "The place where Garp became a Marine hero?"
Marco laughed and said, "Dilt was the most outstanding figure in the God Valley incident."
"He slaughtered Celestial Dragons in front of countless Navy and government henchmen, and finally escaped unscathed with more than a thousand slaves in the chaos of battle."
Ace froze, stunned. "How is this possible..."
Only then did he remember something Garp had said to him years ago.
"You're asking about Dilt? Haha, that guy's an interesting opponent too."
"The only pirate whose name makes even the Celestial Dragons tremble."
As a child, Dilt was already surrounded by many pirates and faced their captain directly.
The white-bearded man put down his wine glass, which was taller than most people, and picked up a newspaper.
The newspaper was exquisitely crafted in his hands.
But as the newspaper drew closer, the large print, as big as a bowl, was clearly visible.
[As the Fifth Emperor Dilt said, the omnipotent wish-granting machine that grants all desires!]
Whitebeard gazed at the distant sea and laughed heartily.
"Kuralalala... Dilt, you rascal, you think the sea isn't chaotic enough already! Kuralalala..."
Laughter resounded throughout the heavens and earth, a red lightning bolt struck straight at his face, and the sea trembled in response.
Dieter didn't back down; he slowly stood up, his azure eyes meeting the white beard's gaze.
"Is this how you welcome an old friend?"
As soon as he finished speaking, dark red lightning, accompanied by a majestic aura descending from the sky, enveloped the entire world.
When they were young, Whitebeard and Dilt put away their domineering aura and smiled at each other.
"Dilter, your domineering aura is just as powerful as it was back in God Valley."
Dieter sat down cross-legged again and accepted a large tray of wine from the crew member.
After drinking the fine wine and hearing the white-bearded man's words, Dilt sighed deeply.
"God's Valley? Nobody's mentioned this place in ages, I'd almost forgotten about it."
The white-bearded man's eyes seemed to still reflect the angelic wings that once blotted out the sky.
"Those who have seen it with their own eyes will never be forgotten in this lifetime."
Dieter laughed: "After all, I've done too many things, and I'm not one to dwell on the past."
He took another sip of wine, his eyes slightly vacant.
I vaguely remember when I first traveled through time.
There is no bloodline, no cheat codes, and not even the Great Pirate Era.
All that exists is a world government that controls everything.
There are also hometowns that were plundered by both pirates and the government because they were too poor to pay the Heavenly Gold.
The tragedy of more than one in a hundred people being killed has been played out countless times before our eyes.
Fortunately, this body possesses unparalleled talent.
Even as a young man, Dilt was able to lift a warship, and he was adept at combat.
As a time traveler with this ability, there is no reason not to head towards the sea.
"Come on, I want to be the freest person in the world!"
Thus began a classic story: setting sail, recruiting, and embarking on an adventure.
Upgraded all the way, enjoying boundless glory.
With his talent, he became a world-renowned pirate in the blink of an eye.
What propelled him to the pinnacle was that bug-level Angel Fruit.
After that, they experienced various events such as God Valley.
Those seemingly insignificant things in our daily lives first become major news that shocks the world.
Pirates rise and fall, becoming legends passed down from generation to generation.
Years later, it was recorded in history and became a story that even three-year-olds knew by heart.
The name of arbitration resounded throughout the world, just like Roger Whitebeard.
Looking back now, did you want to be the freest person?
I've worn this legendary crown for over 40 years, or maybe 30? I can't remember anymore.
Now that things have come to this, I just feel a bit bored.
I've tasted every breeze of the Grand Line; the sea holds no secrets.
Perhaps he should have thought of this when he arrived in Laugh Tale and saw the ridiculous truth of the world.
His strength had already reached its peak; even a naval admiral's punch wouldn't be enough to tickle him.
Im? Let's not even mention that good-for-nothing who doesn't dare to show his face; he's not even as good as his five lackeys.
Rocks, I really miss your sword from back then; at least it made me take it seriously.
Roger, as your rival, I really have a few words to say to you.
You ignited a new era with your life, attracting a bunch of dream-chasing fools.
Their passionate declarations, their so-called new era—ha, in my eyes, it's nothing but child's play.
They argued so fiercely that I only found it noisy.
Perhaps it's true, as that old guy Raleigh said, that it's time for us remnants of the old era to step down.
But this fruit makes time itself the most boring trick.
So this is what absolute and eternal freedom is like. It has become a cage.
"Hahahaha!"
He didn't laugh back then in Lavrov.
Now, like Roger, he finds it ridiculous.
Until one day, Dieter was drinking alone in silence.
A voice suddenly rang out.
[Congratulations, host, on your transmigration to the Type-Moon universe]
Please complete the main quest – Oversee a Holy Grail War.
[As a newbie who has just transmigrated, this mission is quite dangerous. The host can summon an adjudicator to assist.]
Dieter was very unremarkable.
"You're half a century late, you know that? And are you blind? What kind of world is this?"
As he spoke, Dilt looked at the Second Division Captain, Smid.
That guy's arms were thicker than his chest, but his legs were thinner than bamboo poles.
"What kind of world is this? Haha."
This contrast made him laugh out loud, something he hadn't done in a long time.
The laughter grew louder and louder.
"You want me to oversee the Holy Grail War? Hahahaha..."
It's absurd, utterly absurd.
But it seems that this absurdity is the only piece that can jump in this stagnant water.
"interesting……"