ONE PIECE:I have a quirk & a quirk system(HAREM)

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AN:

Hello there,

I want to take a moment to explain why I've been on such a long hiatus. First off, thank you all for your patience and for continuing to support my story despite the lack of updates in the past months. It truly means the world to me to know that so many of you are still invested in what I'm writing, even after such a long break.

The truth is, my life has been incredibly demanding lately. Between school and work, I've been overwhelmed with responsibilities, and it's left me with very little time to focus on writing. School alone takes up so much of my mental energy, with assignments, exams, and everything else that comes with it. On top of that, work has been draining in its own way, and balancing the two has been one of the toughest things to balance out to make up time for chapters.

Writing has always been something I love doing, but right now, it's hard to find the time to sit down, collect my thoughts, and produce something I feel proud of. I don't want to rush through chapters or put out work that doesn't meet my standards. This story—and you, the readers—deserve better than that.

Despite all of this, I haven't given up on this story or my love for writing. Whenever I get a moment, I try to brainstorm and work on new chapters, even if progress is slower than I'd like. I'm still here, and I'm still dedicated to bringing you this story.

I want to thank all of you again for sticking with me. I promise I'll keep pushing forward a d pushing chapters, and I hope you'll continue to enjoy what's to expect in this story, hope is what you expect or not.

Thank you for understanding, and I appreciate your patience more than words can express.

Hope you enjoy this story

Bye 👋

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Third person POV

[few minutes later]

Yami limped back to his cell, every muscle in his body aching from the brutal fight he had just endured. His mind was a blur of exhaustion and pain, but he had survived another day. The blood-soaked arena was behind him.

As he slumped against the cold, unforgiving wall of his cell, then Yami heard the distinct sound of heavy, pompous footsteps echoing through the dimly lit corridor. His body tensed as the all-too-familiar voices reached his ears.

"Ah, there he is," came a voice dripping with arrogance and disgust. It was Saint Gabrielle, his primary tormentor. The Celestial Dragon stood outside Yami's cell, his pearly white robe spotless despite the filth of the dungeon. Lilith, his equally cruel wife, stood beside him, her cruel smile promising nothing but malice.

Yami forced himself to look up at them, his red eyes blazing with defiance despite his battered frame.

Gabrielle sneered down at him. "You did well today, Shiki D Yami. Marvelous, even. But don't let it go to that tiny, filthy commoner head of yours. Freedom?" He laughed coldly, as if the very idea was absurd. "You think you're fighting for your freedom? Foolish creature. You exist to entertain us. To spill blood in our name . That is your only purpose."

Lilith chimed in, her voice as sharp and cutting as a blade. "A dog like you will never be free. You belong to us. Your life, your pain, your every breath—it's all ours."

Yami's fists clenched, his nails digging into his palms. He bit back a retort, knowing it would only bring more punishment. But their words ignited a fire of hatred deep within him, stoking the flames of his resolve.

Gabrielle leaned closer to the bars, his cruel smirk widening. "And speaking of your purpose, we've decided where you'll be spilling blood next. The Genocide Tournament."

Yami's heart sank. He had heard of the Genocide Tournament from Stone, a grotesque event held every three years where individual islands unaffiliated with the World Government. Once an island is chosen for the contest, it is forcefully claimed by the government, regardless of the consent of its actual rulers. The native population is rounded up and kept captive in cages to be later released and hunted down for sport throughout the tournament, with problematic slaves and criminals also being employed as additional game if necessary. For the purposes of the event, the hunted all have a target symbol on their back and are referred to as Rabbits and its purpose was the amusement of the Celestial Dragons. But Gabrielle wasn't finished.

"It will take place in God Valley," Gabrielle said, his tone almost gleeful.

The words hit Yami like a punch to the gut. God Valley. His mind raced, piecing together the implications. God Valley wasn't just any location—it was the infamous site where Roger and Garp teamed up to defeat Rocks D. Xebec. This wasn't the era of the Straw Hat Pirates. He was in the era of Rocks.

'FUCK'

The realization sent a chill down Yami's spine. Fisher Tiger wouldn't be rescuing him—he wouldn't even be born for decades. Any hope he'd clung to about being saved evaporated. His escape would be up to him alone.

But amidst the despair, a spark of determination flickered. God Valley. That would be his chance. The chaos of the battle between the world's most powerful forces could provide the perfect distraction. He would need to be stronger—much stronger—to survive. And to do that, he would need to amass more QP and gamble for better quirks.

As Yami's thoughts swirled, Gabrielle's expression darkened. "Are you ignoring us, dog?"

Lilith's eyes glinted with malice. "How dare you show such disrespect to the gods in front of you, are you courting death!?"

Before Yami could respond, the guards accompanying Gabrielle and Lilith stepped forward, armed with whips and batons.

"Teach this dog a lesson," Gabrielle ordered the guard lazily, waving a hand as if Yami were nothing more than an insect.

The first whip struck Yami's back, sending a searing pain through his body. He bit down on his lip to stifle a scream, unwilling to give them the satisfaction. But the blows kept coming—whip after whip, baton after baton, each one breaking his already fragile body.

"Know your place, slave," one of the guards snarled, landing a vicious kick to Yami's ribs.

Gabrielle and Lilith watched with sadistic glee, their laughter echoing in the corridor. "Such a pitiful creature," Lilith mocked. "And yet, he thinks he can defy us."

Yami's vision blurred from the pain, but he refused to break. With every strike, he repeated a mantra in his mind

' I will survive. I will escape. I will make them pay.'

By the time the guards were finished, Yami lay crumpled on the floor of his cell, his body trembling with pain. Gabrielle leaned down one last time, a cruel smile plastered across his face. "Get used to it, dog. You'll be doing this for the rest of your miserable existence."

As the Celestial Dragons and their entourage left, Yami dragged himself to a corner of his cell, his breath ragged. Blood dripped from the fresh wounds on his back, pooling beneath him. Despite the agony, his resolve remained steady.

'God Valley.'

That name echoed in his mind as he plotted his escape. Whatever it took, he would survive. He would grow stronger. And one day, he would make them regret ever thinking they could own him.

To be continued. . . .