Trinity: Omniverse Traveling Cat 3 A Rocky Start.

{Welcome to the world of One Piece. Following your choice, here await a difficult future where the strong prey on the weak. In order to bring change to this world, please choose your path. Understand that this choice would be interchangeable until you rejoin a faction or the world choose for you.

-Marine: You can't change things without power, became at least fleet admiral!

-Pirate: the strong rule the sea, attain a position at least on part with the Yonko!

-Revolutionnaire: the wind of the rebellions will carry you to the end of the world, bring an end to the tyrants that rule it!

-World government: every ruler has a shadow, integrate the council of the five elders!

Take in mind that those are path choice and thus will define the time of objective you will receive. The integration of your soul in the vessel will take a few days in order to merge and coordinates. During that time it advised the user to gather as much as information that possible since objectives will be sent in order to start your journey in the one-piece world.

The amount of information was too high for him to retain the meager link that was just connected. During what seemed a week to him, he would awake for a few minutes before returning in an unconscious sleep. Among those times he would sometimes awake when groups of scientists were also present in the room, looking at each container to see if any change has happened to them. More than one he feels that he was caught awake but each time, the scientist pa.s.s to the next pod or wasn't looking.

A further two weeks pa.s.s before the situation completely changed. He was now awake most of the time but stay still and try to no arouse suspicion. He is also able to tell that at the start of the process he must have been asleep for days and no hours because groups seem to enter the room every four or so hours, each time different for three rotation before returning to the same individual.

But that not what brusquely arose him this time but the sudden burst of his pods and his fall. Thankfully he was on the second rows of the towering installation and was no more than at most two-meter high in the air. Still dazed by the chock he clutches he hear as the sound of something impacting the wall, tearing it open, bringing forth a mix of powder, iron, and salt to his nostrils for the first time. As the ringing call down and after gain a semblance of balance, his gaze was attracted by the invading ray that warm his skin. Whatever place he was in have been breached and with the size of the hole in the wall and the ongoing explosion around him, it seems that he had found himself in a conflict between two forces.

When his gaze land on the group of s.h.i.+ps with large white sails and blue insignia he understands who was attacking, and most importantly who was holding him? The only force he knows able to have those large installations in the open sea or even this type of technology could only be the Germa 66.

Another explosion and a shower of dust clouds bring him back to the situation. The dizziness return has his soul didn't finish to integrate yet with his body and the overload of sensory information didn't help to stabilize his situation. Half falling on the ground, with a hand put on the floor to keep his balance, his gaze falls on a sigh that gives the last blow to his fragile mind. Around him, countless shards of gla.s.ses and spilled liquids, but what made him faint was the b.l.o.o.d.y mess of splattered blood, torn limb and incomplete corpse that litters the ground all around him.

The cannons b.a.l.l.s have not only torn the edifice open but also completely destroy the pods inside it. The room was completely wrecked and if he was still conscious, he would found that similar room where all around him. Thousands upon thousands of what have been different species of aminals in torn shape where now only amas of gorry matters. The few creatures still intact have been mostly grounded by the still falling rocks of the superior floors. The numbers of still alive personnel on the immense transponder snail was unknown but the beast seems to be already dead as is head was slowly sinking in the water, the two sides already discarding the fallen creature were slowly distancing it, pursuing the battle on the sea.

Completely wrecked the platform on the snail has already started to sink in the bottom of the sea, leaving only the core of the building still somewhat standing relatively safe until the countless beasts in the water feast upon the carca.s.s and bring the last vestige of the lab with the already drown part.

The harsh weather of the Grandline didn't help the integrity of the crumbling building but did wash away a great part of the destroyed interior. While he was still unconscious, several messages pop up for him.

{[Objective: Main. "Freedom".]

You are the object of human experimentation done by the Germa 66, found a way to escape your pods and the claws of the evil organization!

Condition: escape before you are being found conscious

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{[Objective: Main "the last of us."]

Your coming on this world had lead to unexpected consequences, it time for you to face your responsibility! Get rids of any proof that could lead to the fabrication of an army of semi-sentient creatures.

Condition: destroy the remaining test subjects of the experimentation. (0/9.999 subject left.)

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Reward: x1 random demon fruit.

Has the last message appears, the young man starts to wake up, still shaken by the event that now takes part a few days priors.

"Urggg my head!" Grunting under the head-splitting headache he was submitted and needing a few minutes before being able to think. The moment he gathers enough wit to center himself and open his eyes, he freezes at the messages that add pop up even before understanding their meaning.

"What?!"