Gaya Island, Mock Town.
The ultimate pirate party zone—a lawless dumpster fire where cutthroats swapped loot, insults, and stabs faster than you could say "rum." One wrong word, and it's swords out, blood on the floor.
Today, though? The rowdy tavern hit the mute button. Every pirate froze, gaping at the three absolute units who strolled in. Kaido, a seven-meter-tall monster. King, a five-meter-tall thirteen-year-old (growth spurt, much?). And Lei Luo, shorter but radiating "mess with me and die" vibes. The air practically choked on their aura.
Even the dumbest pirates lightened their breathing, terrified of pissing off these walking natural disasters. Heard of a guy getting shanked for snoring too loud? Yeah, us too.
Some recognized Kaido and Lei Luo from the wanted posters. Their booze-soaked courage evaporated, and they scurried out like rats. Lei Luo smirked, unfazed. Pirates: bullying the weak, cowering from the strong. Luffy's the only idiot who gets picked on 'cause he looks like a rubber chew toy.
As a transmigrator, Lei Luo wasn't about to miss the jackpot of Skypiea's Golden City. Oh, and that Thunder-Thunder Fruit? Basically the lovechild of Kizaru's light speed and Akainu's magma meltdown, with apocalyptic destruction to boot. Best part? It supercharges Observation Haki, letting the user spy on an entire island. Perfect for running my Wano potato empire. Big Brother style, baby.
Enel? Piss off, spark plug.
Kaido's flame clouds could haul their ship to Skypiea no problem—he loved skydiving there for "fun" (read: suicide attempts) in the New World. But Gaya's Knock-Up Stream was the GPS for this pre-canon trip.
Kaido was currently blowing Lei Luo's two-year Navy savings on food and booze. Vice Captain's cash? My cash! he reasoned, chugging like a dragon at an open bar.
Lei Luo leaned against the bar, swirling his drink, eyes locked on the sea. When the waves started rising, he bellowed, "Kaido!"
"On it!" Kaido roared back.
Lei Luo unleashed his Conqueror's Haki, a tidal wave of raw menace sweeping Gaya. Every pirate, thug, and barfly foamed at the mouth and dropped. No Door-Door or Mirror-Mirror Fruit to yoink the gold, so y'all stay napping.
Kaido rocketed to the shore, morphing into his dragon form. With a swirl of flame clouds, he hoisted their ship skyward like a godly delivery service. Lei Luo and King winged onto the deck—no need to fly when Kaido's our Uber.
Kaido, mid-haul, frowned. Something felt… off. It hit him as they reached Skypiea. "Lei Luo, doesn't your Tengshe Fruit let you cloud-surf too?"
"Yup," Lei Luo said, cool as a cucumber.
Kaido's eyes bulged. I'm the CAPTAIN, not a damn tow truck! "Then why am I hauling the ship?!"
Lei Luo grinned. "Gotta let the captain shine, right?"
Kaido huffed. "You're pulling it down, jerk."
"Fine, fine. Let's hit the Golden City first," Lei Luo said, brushing it off. Dragging a ship? Child's play.
He flapped his wings, soaring high to scout Skypiea. Kaido and King followed, gawking at the shimmering sprawl below. A whole city of gold. Hard to miss.
"Jackpot!" Lei Luo's eyes sparkled as he dove toward the Golden City.
Kaido and King exchanged a look, jaws on the floor. This guy's decisions are nuts, but… golden city? Real?! Is he a prophet?!
How does he know half this island got yeeted to the sky?
"Let's go!" Kaido snapped out of it, dragging King after Lei Luo.
They landed in the Golden City, hearts pounding. Gold everywhere—streets, statues, buildings. You could wake up giggling from a dream this rich. Kaido, face buried in a golden pillar, was basically making out with it. "We're RICH! Wororororo!"
From lab-rat broke to gold-sniffing dragon. Living the dream, buddy.
Back in the day, Kaido got himself nabbed by the Navy just to scam free meals. Now? He'd eat one bowl, toss one, 'cause money, baby.
Lei Luo ignored Kaido's gold-humping antics, striding to the Golden Bell. His hand grazed the Poneglyph, untouched by Roger's "I was here" graffiti—God Valley was five years ago, Oden's still in Wano, Roger's not hit Skypiea yet.
King, curious, piped up. "Mr. Lei Luo, you read those ancient scribbles?"
Kaido perked up, intrigued.
Roger hadn't reached Raftel yet; Poneglyphs were just fancy rocks to most. Lei Luo shook his head. "Nah, just thinking."
"Oh." They shut up, letting him brood.
Lei Luo's mind raced. Love the house, love the roof. Hate the house, hate the roof. His Wano grudge ran deep—Oden, Roger, even Luffy got on his bad side post-Wano arc. If Roger hadn't hit Raftel, could Kaido take the crown?
Lei Luo knew the four red Road Poneglyphs' locations: Fish-Man Island, Wano, Zou, and Big Mom's stash. Fish-Man's easy. Wano's tricky. Zou's a moving target, but Wano might have a pointer. Big Mom's? Eh, Kaido could charm her with those dragon abs. She's got a thing for strong kids.
Decoding the ancient text? No prob—O'hara's still standing. Snag a scholar, done. Roger did it, so can Kaido.
Plot twists? Screw 'em. Lei Luo wasn't some timid transmigrator sweating canon changes. I'm the biggest glitch in this world. His smirk grew, eyes blazing. He'd make Kaido—this dragon—the first Pirate King.