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The Nature Type Tremor-Tremor Fruit is a private setting by the author! Don't ask why it's not a Paramecia Type anymore.
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My name is Gern, and I am a Transmigrator.
Once, I also fantasized about dominating the Pirate world.
Unfortunately, reality gave me a harsh blow—no system, no golden finger, not even a decent cheat.
But it doesn't matter; at least I still have the advantage of 'foresight.'
Relying on my understanding of the plot, I should be able to latch onto a powerful figure and thrive, right?
But this naive idea was completely shattered when I was ten years old.
That day, I trembled as I held a crumpled newspaper, on which was printed a name that sent shivers down my spine: 'Golden Roger.'
Not the Pirate King Gol D. Roger, but 'Golden Roger'!
At that moment, I realized that this world had already deviated from the trajectory in my memory.
The era of Rocks was still at its peak, and I, a 'prophet' who had only watched One Piece through TikTok clips...
So, the next day, to ensure I had food, I clutched the recruitment notice for a Marine orderly at the West Blue Branch and joined the Marine without looking back.
If even Koby, that deserter king, could be promoted from orderly to Marineford Colonel within two years, why couldn't I, a Transmigrator, do it?
Facts proved that I indeed could not.
Four years! A full four years! With no background, no connections, I desperately spent money and pulled strings just to become a Quartermaster Second Class.
Our famous Marine instructor Zephyr was being promoted to Marineford Vice Admiral due to his 'Black Arm' title and had no plans to train the next generation of Marines yet.
Although there was still the precious quota for the Marine School at Marineford,
Gern was just a 'three-no product' from the West Blue Branch—no Haki, no Devil Fruit, no talent; besides being a bit stronger, he was useless.
As for being promoted through military merits? Don't be ridiculous. In the era when the Rocks Pirates ran rampant, that was simply suicide!
So, since death was inevitable either way, why not take a big gamble!
Devil Fruit!! This was my answer.
As long as I could get any one, I could completely rewrite my destiny!
And the opportunity lay in the 'God Valley Incident.'
Six Devil Fruits! The Celestial Dragons' reward! This was the opportunity I had waited four years for!
For this day, I lived frugally, even dealing with various mafias in the West Blue, fighting for my life, and mortgaging organs to borrow from every loan shark I could.
A full 30 million Berries, plus various payoffs, finally secured me a spot as one of the Marines protecting the Celestial Dragons' 'field trip.'
Four years of forbearance, all for this moment.
This was no longer just a matter of risking my life.
What I was gambling on—was the future of this world!
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sea circle calendar 1484, God Valley.
"Hoo!!" Gern forcibly pulled himself out of unconsciousness, abruptly opening his eyes.
"Is it Conqueror's Haki again...?" Gern, who had been knocked out for the fiftieth time, struggled to prop up his upper body.
Immediately, he looked around and found himself lying at the edge of the dense forest on the outskirts of God Island, with the coastline not far away.
Then, memories flooded back like a tide.
The Celestial Dragons' hunting game, the sudden storm, the ambush by the Rocks Pirates, the appearance of Roger and Garp...
And then the Conqueror's Haki collision that could tear the sky apart, and the subsequent, all-consuming darkness.
"Damn it!" Gern punched the ground.
"What time is it now? How long was I unconscious this time?! The battle..."
Thinking of this, Gern struggled to his feet, his legs trembling slightly from the lingering aftershocks of Rocks' and Roger's Haoshoku.
Through the dense tree canopy, he could see the sky was a strange dark red, and distant rumbling sounds, like muffled thunder, occasionally echoed.
"It couldn't have already ended, could it...?" In an instant, fear coiled around his heart like a venomous snake.
According to his memory before he passed out, the God Valley War should have already erupted, with Roger and Garp battling the Rocks Pirates.
And those six Devil Fruits that would change his destiny...
Gern bit his lip, the taste of blood spreading in his mouth, forcing himself to calm down and analyze the situation.
"The Fish-Fish Fruit and the Devil Fruit - Paw-Paw Fruit... should still be somewhere on the island..." Gern's voice suddenly choked.
In fact, he knew better than anyone that this brutal, less-than-a-day-long slaughter had already come to an end.
When the Conqueror's Haki that could tear the sky apart suddenly dissipated, it signaled the end of the Rocks era.
Especially at this moment, no shouts of battle could be heard on the island, only sporadic cheers from the Marines.
"It's all over......"
This thought coiled around him like a venomous snake, its fangs piercing Gern's heart.
The Fish-Fish Fruit fell into the hands of the young Big Mom, the Devil Fruit - Paw-Paw Fruit was eaten by Bartholomew Kuma, and the remaining Devil Fruits... were probably already divided up.
Four years of planning.
The more than twenty million Berries he borrowed with his life and organs.
At this moment, it all became a joke.
"So in the end... I actually......" Gern's fists trembled uncontrollably, and his long-suppressed anger finally erupted.
"Ah!" Accompanied by Gern's roar, his fist slammed hard into an oak tree beside him.
As a result of that punch, the tree shook, and then a white apple fell from it, hitting Gern's head with precise accuracy.
This hit made Gern momentarily stunned, and his gaze instinctively went to the object that hit his head...
"This..." What met his eyes was a peculiar apple, with a white, cracked surface, like shattered crystal.
A Devil Fruit!
Gern instantly grabbed the Devil Fruit, his pupils contracting violently, his fingers instinctively tightening.
He abruptly looked up at the tree canopy; a few greenish-red fruits hung sporadically on the ordinary apple tree, swaying gently in the wind.
They formed a stark contrast with the mysterious fruit in his hand.
Gern stared at the pale Devil Fruit in his hand, its cracked patterns gleaming with an eerie luster under the sunlight.
"Crunch!" Without a moment's hesitation, after confirming that what he held was a Devil Fruit, Gern suddenly opened his mouth and took a fierce bite.
The moment the pulp entered his mouth, an indescribable taste caused a wave of regurgitation to sweep through his body, but Gern still forced himself to swallow.
"Ugh, ahhh!!" Gern knelt on the ground, "This taste....."
Gern was about to complain, but the moment the pulp entered his stomach, his body instinctively shuddered.
Bones, muscles, blood, as if pierced by countless minute shockwaves, every nerve vibrating at a high frequency!
His vision distorted, the ground undulated like waves, and the air around him vibrated unnaturally.
"Buzz!" Suddenly, the world fell into an eerie silence.
Gern's pupils abruptly contracted; he clearly felt his body disappearing!
No, not disappearing, but... transforming into some more fundamental existence!
And he seemed to be able to create and control these... vibration particles.
Realizing this, Gern decisively looked down, under the control of his mind.
His arm actually appeared in a translucent, vibrating state, as if composed of countless tiny vibration particles and subtly vibrating with his breathing.
Thinking of this, Gern tentatively clenched his fist.
"Boom!!" An invisible shockwave suddenly erupted, the air in front of him shattered like a mirror, and a shockwave swept out in a fan shape, instantly pulverizing the trees within ten meters!
"This... This is... Tremor?!" Gern looked at his palm in disbelief, "No!!"
He could clearly feel that he wasn't relying on a medium to activate it, but rather, at this moment, he himself was the source of the vibration, the embodiment of the tremors in heaven and earth!
With a thought, Gern instantly transformed into an invisible shockwave, piercing through the broken tree trunk in an instant.
Sure enough, in his elementalized state, he passed directly through the broken tree trunk and reformed on the other side.
"Nature Type elementalization, that's right! It's Nature Type!!" Gern was ecstatic, but then he suddenly froze.
"Wait... Isn't the Tremor-Tremor Fruit a Paramecia Type? How did it become a Nature Type after I ate it?!"
