The Multiverse Hunter

Ali changed into the full grey uniform that Paradise provided to every player free of charge. The fabric was light and breathable, offering maximum flexibility without sacrificing durability.

He stepped onto the lush green grass of his garden, taking a deep breath before throwing a sharp punch forward, immediately following it up with a precise side kick.

Under the soft glow of Paradise's moonlight, Ali began his martial arts routine.

He launched himself into the air, spinning twice before slicing through the night sky with a sharp, calculated kick.

Landing on his hands, he remained perfectly balanced, then pushed himself up, shifting his weight onto ten fingers... then four... then only two on one hand.

As he continued his training, his mind remained sharp, processing everything he had learned throughout the day.

'On the Second Level, the requirement to ascend is a minimum of ten worlds and at least sixteen attribute points. The average ranked player has around twelve attribute points in the 5000 rank range...'

With effortless grace, Ali pushed off the ground, twisting mid-air before landing lightly on his feet.

PUNCH. PUNCH. PUNCH.

'But on the Second Level, failure isn't an option. Players who underperform-those who repeatedly fail missions or barely meet the objectives—are punished. And that punishment... is a forced death duel against other underperforming players.'

KICK. KICK. KICK.

'A brutal system... It forces players to either grow stronger or die. No second chances.

No mercy. Harvest Origin or perish. The gods are using us like cattle!'

Ali's eyes sharpened as he increased his speed, his strikes cutting through the air with precision.

'I checked the market today—the Merchant's Guild has nothing related to Beast Contracts. It seems the Beast Guild has a tight grip on anything involving contracts...'

For another two hours, Ali maintained his rigorous training, pushing his body to peak efficiency before finally leaving his garden.

Walking into his home, he made his way toward the bathroom, stepping into the steaming shower as the water cascaded over his muscles, there was no sweat to wash away from his training.

In the World of One Piece...

A small, desolate island stood in the middle of a raging sea. Its jagged, sharp rocks had been carved over centuries by the relentless force of the waves.

The sky overhead churned black clouds, swirling in an endless dance of chaotic winds and violent storms.

BOOOOOOOM

Thunder rumbled as sheets of cold, merciless rain pelted the island below.

At the centre of it all, a lone man sat motionless atop a smooth slab of stone.

He had pure white hair, his piercing blue eyes glowing unnaturally even in the storm.

His handsome yet battle-worn face bore a scar shaped like a lightning bolt, stretching down the side of his cheek. His muscular physique exuded power, each movement radiating effortless control.

His expression? Boredom.

His gaze drifted lazily to the three figures who had just landed on the island.

A slow smirk tugged at his lips. "Oh, Paradise... why would you send me to such a weak world?"

Standing opposite him were three of the strongest Marines the world had to offer.

Vice Admiral Garp narrowed his eyes, his massive fists turning completely black with Haki, sensing the dangerous pressure radiating from the man before them.

"Is that him?"

Beside him, Fleet Admiral Sengoku folded his arms, his expression unreadable. "Yes."

Without another word, Sakazuki stepped forward, his fists turning molten red, steam hissing from his hands as intense heat distorted the air around him. "I'll handle this."

Then—

They all froze.

The white-haired stranger had slowly risen from his seat, lifting an arm as if waiting for something unseen to come to him.

Then—

VOOOOOOOOOM!

A massive, silver hammer shot through the air at unimaginable speed, landing perfectly in his outstretched hand.

Mjolnir.

The very same hammer wielded by Thor, the God of Thunder.

As the legendary weapon settled in his grip, the black storm clouds above them split apart with unnatural precision. The torrential downpour ceased instantly, replaced by a sudden burst of golden sunlight, illuminating the island in stark contrast.

The three Marines watched in mute horror as the stranger lifted his hammer toward the sky.

His lightning-blue eyes glowed brighter as his short white hair whipped upwards, caught in an unseen force with white lightning crackling all around his body.

"THUNDER."

His voice boomed across the island, resonating with divine authority.

The Marines barely had time to react before the sky erupted.

A colossal lightning bolt, larger than the island itself, crashed down upon them.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

For ten full seconds, a shining white light engulfed the entire island.

The sea roared and hissed as violent energy tore apart reality itself, reducing the island to nothing but empty space.

When the light finally faded—The island was gone.

Only a massive gap in the ocean remained, swallowed up by the rising waves.

Floating above the devastation, the white-haired man casually lowered Mjolnir, his lightning eyes flickering as he observed the results of his destruction.

"Heh..." he smirked, tilting his head slightly.

Then, suddenly—Everything turned black.

Garp's eyes snapped open.

His breathing was heavy. His pulse pounded violently against his ribs.

Future Sight.

He had just witnessed glimpses of what was about to happen-his Haki attempting to warn him of his impending death.

Without hesitation, he spun on his heel, wrapping both arms around Sengoku and Sakazuki, before launching himself off the island with a tremendous leap.

"We have to get out-NOW!"

A mere quarter of a second later, they had already crossed an immense distance from the island.

Then—

B0000000000000000000M!

The blinding white light swallowed them whole.

Far in the distance, the white-haired player lowered his hammer, watching the destruction unfold with satisfaction.

His smirk widened.

"What's the use of seeing the inevitable... It's called inevitable for a reason."

Hours Later-In Paradise...

A massive golden mansion sat atop one of the higher levels of Paradise, a symbol of wealth and absolute power.

Inside, the same white-haired man walked leisurely through its halls, his flowing robe draped over his broad shoulders.

Servants, dressed in immaculate white suits, bowed deeply as he passed, not daring to make eye contact.

He entered his personal study, where a stunning blonde elf gracefully assisted him, removing his robe and replacing it with comfortable indoor attire.

With a relaxed sigh, he sank into the grand throne at his desk.

Immediately, two more beautiful elves crouched underneath the desk, taking their positions as they began their silent work.

A slow, satisfied smile spread across his lips.

As pleasure coursed through him, he reached for a sealed letter bearing the Lightning Guild's insignia.

Breaking the seal, he unfolded the message, scanning the contents with interest.

"Father,

I am doing well. I miss you and mother very much. I will ascend back home as soon as possible and make you proud.

Down in the lower levels, it is as you said-all of them are untrained savages who truly belong here.

But recently, I saw someone.

A man who fought very well.

I suspect... he might be like me, Father.

I will carefully investigate him.

Take care-and give my regards to Mother."

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