Chat Group For The Dead : Start From One Piece

Fishman Island slowly descended, settling within the waters controlled by the Whitebeard Pirates. The moment it touched down, a wave of emotion surged through King Neptune and the people of Fishman Island.

Tears streamed down the massive king's face as he turned to Lucas, his voice trembling. "You mean… we finally have a place to call home, where we don't have to live in fear?"

Lucas nodded casually. "You're safe here. No pirates, no Celestial Dragons, and no World Government harassment. This is your new home."

For hundreds of years, Fishman Island had dreamed of living freely under the sun, far away from the oppression of the World Government and the enslavement of the Celestial Dragons. And today… that dream had finally come true.

The merfolk and fishmen cheered, their voices echoing across the newly risen island.

Lucas: "@ Second Hokage, Senju Tobirama, give me your Flying Thunder God Technique."

Second Hokage, Senju Tobirama: "Why?"

Lucas: "Don't you want to verify whether this chat group is real? Giving out red envelopes is how we prove things here."

Second Hokage, Senju Tobirama: "That doesn't mean I should give you one of my most precious secret techniques!"

Lucas: "Quit the excuses. Both Konoha and Tsunade will face great disasters in the future. It won't end well for you if you offend me."

Second Hokage, Senju Tobirama: "Tch… fine. I don't trust you, but I'll humor you this time."

Ding! Senju Tobirama has sent an exclusive red envelope [Flying Thunder God Technique] to group leader Lucas!

Whitebeard: "What's the Flying Thunder God Technique?"

Lucas: "A space-time ninjutsu. Basically, I can teleport anywhere instantly, as long as I've placed a mark there."

As Lucas explained, he casually walked up to Princess Shirahoshi, who was watching him with curiosity. Without hesitation, he pressed his palm against her and left a Flying Thunder God seal on her.

Shirahoshi's pink face turned even redder. "M-Master Lucas, w-what did you just do?!"

Lucas chuckled. "Relax. It's just a marker. With it, I can teleport to you anytime."

In the chat group, Golden Lion Shiki burst out laughing.

Golden Lion Shiki: "Damn, Lucas! Is this your way of marking a woman? That's some next-level simp behavior right there!"

Pirate King Roger: "I agree! Lucas, you sly bastard! You just made sure you can appear in front of a beautiful mermaid princess whenever you want!"

Sword God Ryuma: "Focus! We're talking about a legendary power, and you degenerates are turning this into a romantic comedy!"

Lucas: "Tsk. Shirahoshi is an ancient weapon, the Poseidon. If I don't leave a mark on her, I won't be able to react in time if someone tries to kidnap her."

Golden Lion Shiki: "Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, lover boy."

With his preparations complete, Lucas took to the skies, his body streaking through the air as he set course for Kuraigana Island, home to the world's strongest swordsman—Dracule Mihawk.

Kuraigana Island

The scene on the island was unusual.

Standing in the middle of a field, a green-haired swordsman swung his sword, releasing powerful flying slashes that tilled the soil like a farmer plowing a field.

Nearby, seated at a wooden table, Dracule Mihawk, the world's greatest swordsman, sipped a glass of red wine, watching with an amused expression.

"Hawkeye! Why the hell am I doing farm work?!"

Roronoa Zoro grumbled, glaring at Mihawk as he swung his sword to cut weeds.

Mihawk didn't even blink. "If you can't use your swordsmanship for something as simple as plowing land, how can you expect to master control in battle?"

Zoro gritted his teeth, swinging his three swords as a windstorm of slashes tore through the earth. "I became a swordsman to fight, not to do chores!"

Mihawk smirked. "Master control first, then learn to fight. If you can't even slice vegetables properly, how will you ever defeat me?"

In the chat group, one member was furious.

Sword God Ryuma: "WAIT A DAMN MINUTE! Isn't that my sword, Shusui?! That brat is using my Great Grade sword to PLOW THE DAMN LAND?!"

Lucas: "Calm down. If it makes you feel any better, Mihawk uses his legendary black blade, Yoru, for rowing a boat."

Sword God Ryuma: "… I CAN'T ACCEPT THIS!"

Laughing, Lucas descended from the sky, landing in front of Mihawk.

Mihawk's golden eyes locked onto him. "Lucas, the new Emperor… or should I say, the Marine traitor?"

Lucas' face twitched. "Don't call me a 'Marine traitor.' That bastard Sengoku only branded me like that so he could boost his own PR campaign."

Mihawk took a slow sip of his wine. "What do you want?"

Lucas grinned. "A few dead guys from the past sent their swordsmanship to me. I said you're the world's greatest swordsman to them, so they want me to test their techniques against you."

Mihawk's eyes gleamed with excitement. "A swordsmanship duel? How interesting. It's been a long time since I've had a worthy opponent."

Lucas smirked. "Then let's not waste time."

Mihawk stood up, slowly drawing Yoru, the strongest black blade, its edge gleaming in the moonlight.

"Where is your sword?" Mihawk asked.

Lucas pointed at Zoro. "He's holding it."

Zoro's jaw dropped. "WHAT?!"

Lucas walked over, grinning. "There's a guy named Ryuma who wants me to take Shusui back."

Zoro tightened his grip on the black blade, eyes narrowing. "Bullshit! Ryuma gave me this sword himself! It's mine!"

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