It's been several weeks since I received the notebook and pen. I planned to write down all the events from One Piece that I still remember—which is not that much since I only watched One Piece on a casual basis from the beginning and never in my wildest dreams did I imagine I would be in my current situation, especially since two years have passed since I came to this world and many things have happened, making the little information I knew about One Piece even less.
And because almost everything here is in Japanese, even I speak Japanese. I don't know how that happened but I just did it, I didn't realize it at first because I was just talking as usual, but somehow it came out in Japanese. Fortunately for me, I can still switch to English whenever I want, so now that make me a bilingual.
So I thought I needed to write the plot in English so that no one would know what I was writing, but unfortunately, this world knows English.
Evident from the wanted posters issued by the world government using the English language and several other things also using English, even though almost everyone speaks Japanese, making the use of English seem strange, but what can I do?
Therefore, I thought hard about how to write these plots secretly, because if they were stolen and fell into the wrong hands, I could be in big trouble.
Just imagine if this note fell into the hands of one of the god-knights or even the five elders. I've written many of their secrets here. I could be tortured for days to get information out of me, and maybe even dissected if they found out that I'm not a native of this world, or at least that my soul is not from this world.
"Hmm, unfortunately, I only know English. How can I write something that only I understand?"
After thinking about it for a long time and came up with several solutions, such as using Morse code or something similar, unfortunately I don't know Morse code, and if I created a new code, I'm afraid I would forget how it works, therefore, I decided to replace the alphabet with numbers, so it would be like A=1, B=2, and so on until Z=26, Of course, such code can be cracked with enough time, but it's still better than nothing at all.
Of course, it was difficult to write with such a code and it took a long time for me to get used to it, but in the end, I managed to write several pages full of the One Piece plot that I still remember.
When I finished writing it after several days, it turned out that I had written less than a quarter of the notebook.
Therefore, I planned to write a daily log, this time using English and maybe mix it up with some code here and there, because even though I was quite capable of writing with only the code, it was still difficult, and the log was not something that big of a secret anyway.
And after I wrote a log about what had happened to me during the last two years, which turned out to be a lot, I decided to close the notebook.
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That day, after fighting one of the slaves from Celestial Dragon with pompadour hair and losing, which I did on purpose, not because I was weak, you know.
I was dragged to a familiar place, the basement of a white mansion with a huge backyard.
This time, I was dragged through the front door. After being taken to the basement several times, they decided to use the front door unless there were guests, because it was closer to the basement door—you only had to go through one hallway.
When the front door opened and the mansion's lobby appeared before my eyes, I saw many exotic things, from several devil fruits stored in display cases to various weapons and armor hanging on the walls, as well as various works of art scattered here and there.
Every time I pass this place, I always think about robbing it when I'm free later. I mean, he has at least five devil fruits in this room alone, and I don't know how many more he has.
But I stop being impressed with this guy's possessions, because I'm about to be tortured, so maybe it's better to prepare myself.
After passing through the long corridor in this mansion with many paintings on the walls, such as a painting of his family. Where I could see a certain celestial dragon with a pompadour hairstyle when he was a child, and what did I see? Only a stupid-looking child with snot hanging around his nose, which is disgusting, even though he was already wearing a strange bubble on his head with several other paintings hanging there. Me and the two guards and I finally arrived at a black door that looked creepy and dirty after walking for quite some time.
When the door opened, I saw Marco sitting inside still wearing his pristine white lab coat and stethoscope dangling around his neck, and he look like he is sharpening his knife. He turned his head toward me and nodded slightly, like someone greeting a coworker rather than an executioner about to torture a prisoner.
"You're here," he said. Then he directed the two guards beside me to strap my body to the operating table in the middle of the room.
and I didn't fight back, because I couldn't fight back. Marco is one of those people who could have blown up the collar around my neck, so I was powerless in front of him.
As he once showed me by tightening my collar first before threatening to blow it up, of course I didn't dare take the risk that he would actually do it.
"We have a guest today," he said to me in a flat tone devoid of any interest, I even suspect he said that because he was told to and not because he wanted to.
"Who?" I asked, and even though I hated this person 100%, I sometimes still talked to him because he occasionally slip up the information i wanted even though I don't know if he did it on purpose or not.
"Just wait." Then Marco went back to sharpening his knife and ignored me.
After a few minutes of waiting, the door I had entered through opened again, and this time someone I knew walked in—a celestial dragon with pompadour hair the owner of this mansion and the reason I strapped in this bed at all. It had been two years since I had seen him this close, and aside from our first meeting, he had never come to me directly like this again.
"Helloooo, shushushushu." He walked toward me with that disgusting laugh of his.
"My name is Saint Rosward Dolome, I just realized that I never introduced myself, sorry shushushu." With that introduction, his stat sheet finally appeared. He was the person I hated the most and the person whose stats I wanted to see the most, to determine how annoying he would be when I eventually killed him someday.
[Rosward Dolome – Age: 31 | Male]
Strength: B+
Speed: C
Stamina: D
Devil Fruit: N/A
Armament Haki: C
Observation Haki: C+
Conqueror's Haki: N/A
Intelligence: A+
Charisma: B
Leadership: A
Combat Skill: D+
Wow, look at that, not even a single stat in the S grade, and he's supposedly the ruler of this world, really?
I think my biggest challenge in killing him wasn't him, but his bodyguards.
"Shushushu, you know Vincent, every time I watch your fight, I always has this nagging feeling told me that you're holding back, and you never intend to win." He stopped a few steps away from where I was tied up.
"Good deduction, because that's exactly what's happening." I grinned as if to say, 'where were you all this time?'.
"Is that so, shushushu." That laugh always made me uncomfortable, especially now that he seemed to be thinking about something unpleasant.
"Then I'll make a fight where you're serious about winning, shushushu." What was he going to do now?
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Just wait for your next fight, shushushu." Then, without further explanation, he left the torture chamber.
I furrowed my brow, thinking about what he might be planning, but my thoughts were cut short because Marco was now standing in front of me, holding a scalpel in his hand.
This time he mercilessly slit both my ears, and when he was done he cleaned it up by pouring vodka over it. Can you believe that? He just poured vodka all over it to clean up the wound, then pressed a hot iron onto it to close the wound.
"AAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHH" No matter how loud I screamed, no matter how hard I struggled, he continued what he was doing, which was pressing a hot iron against the open wound on what should have been my ear.
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With a sack of potatoes on my head, I was led back to my prison cell, passing through the city at night, which looked very deserted with silver moon bathed me.
With my ears still throbbing with pain, I would normally have difficulty in hearing without my earlobes. Fortunately, I had been practicing my observation haki, so even though my earlobes were gone, I could still hear properly, and this quiet city was proof of that, as I could still hear whispers coming from some of the houses I passed by, some of them complained about their bosses, talked about their neighbors, and even moans that I ignored.
When I arrived outside my cell, I could see Boa Hancock peeking out from the cell next to mine, but she didn't say anything, and I didn't intend to say anything either.
Once inside my cell, I saw Darius fast asleep with his annoying smile clearly visible on his face.
Shaking my head at how unhinged this man was, I leaned against the wall separating my cell from Boa's cell.
After taking a long breath, I dug a little into the floor nearby and took out the notebook and pen from a little bag I had hidden there.
After two years of torment, I am now quite tolerant of pain. Of course, that's not something to be proud of, but at least pain is no longer my fatal weakness, and even if I feel excessive pain like today, I can usually go about my activities as usual the next day without any mental burden.
Of course, enduring pain is not the same as eliminating the pain, let alone eliminating the wound.
I wrote down what had happened today and pondered what the hell that celestial dragon had planned earlier.
"V?" Then I heard a whisper from the cell next to mine, the soft voice of Boa Hancock startling me, because it had been so long since she had called me, and even when she did call me, it was never on a day like this, a day when I had a fight in the colosseum.
"Yes? What is it?" I asked, concerned about Hancock's condition that had caused her to calling me.
Then silence. I didn't know what was happening in the cell next door, but this silence bothered the hell out of me. Then, after a while, Hancock started talking again.
"….It's nothing." What? You called me just for that? That's ridiculous. You must have something you can't tell me about.
"Are you sure it's nothing?" I asked, because I wanted her to tell me about the problem she was facing. How hypocritical of me.
Even though I don't want to share my own problems, I still hope she will share hers.
"It's really nothing. You should go to sleep." And I could do nothing but lie on this cold, damp stone floor, thinking about what might have happened to Boa Hancock, as well as what that Celestial Dragon would do next month when I was going to fight his slave again.
So much happened today.
Then as I close my eyes, suddenly my thought wander to what Darius said to me in the arena before.
Why not share some of your problems so she can share hers?
Sometimes I wonder if what he said is true, that sharing our problems can lighten each other's burdens, but in the end I still hold on to my belief that Hancock's burden will only increase because she worries about my situation, and vice versa and will not help reduce the burden on each other at all.
How hypocritical of me.