Hi readers! This is my first fanfic ever, and I chose the world of One Piece because it's a story that changed my view on dreams, freedom, and friendship. I'm introducing my OC—Sun—from the real world. What begins as a normal day in the Philippines quickly spirals into a nightmare, and ultimately, something far beyond reality. I hope you enjoy this journey!
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Quezon City, Philippines – 6:32 PM
The evening rush was just starting to swell, and the streets of Quezon City were soaked in the light of a dying sun. Golden rays clung to jeepneys and street stalls. The familiar scent of fried isaw mixed with exhaust fumes and sweat.
Among the crowd walked Sun, a 21-year-old college dropout, balancing a plastic bag filled with pancit and lumpia in one hand, and a worn-out messenger bag across his back.
He looked tired.
Not the kind of tired you fix with sleep, but the kind that lives behind your eyes—the kind that creeps in when dreams start slipping through your fingers.
"Same shit, different day," he muttered under his breath, dodging a group of teens laughing too loudly.
Sun wasn't exceptional. No martial arts. No special bloodline. Just another quiet soul trying to find his place in a noisy world.
As he walked past Aurora Boulevard, something strange pulled his attention—a bookstore. Odd. He passed this spot every day, and he swore it was just a closed laundromat.
The sign read in faded gold letters:"Luma't Bagong Mundo – Rare & Lost Books."
Something about it… whispered to him.
Without thinking, he stepped inside.
Inside the Bookstore
The door creaked loudly, and the scent of old paper and rusted wood hit him instantly. The shop was dim, lit only by a few hanging bulbs. Shelves were crooked, some nearly collapsing under the weight of time and knowledge.
Sun wandered deeper, fingers trailing along the spines of forgotten books—philosophy, myths, alchemy…
Then he stopped.There, hidden between two large encyclopedias, was a slim, colorful volume.
"One Piece: Volume 1"
He smirked. "Seriously? Still around?"
He opened the book, expecting to be bored by goofy drawings and childish humor. He wasn't a fan. He always thought it was too long, too weird, too… "anime."
But page after page, something changed. Luffy's grin. Zoro's resolve. Roger's final words. The vast sea. The freedom.
What started as curiosity became hunger.
He sat on the floor, legs crossed, devouring chapter after chapter.
Eventually, he stood, brushed off his pants, and brought it to the counter.
An old man with thick glasses smiled faintly. "That story finds those who need it most."
Sun blinked. "Huh?"
But the man just chuckled. "₱40 lang." (Forty Pesos)
He paid, slid the manga into his bag, and stepped back outside—right into a moment that would define his fate.
7:15 PM – Aurora Boulevard, Crosswalk
A sudden scream.A cat darted into the street. A child—no older than six—chased after it.
Then—SCREECH!
A massive dump truck tore down the road, brakes squealing. The driver's panicked face was visible through the windshield—no brakes.
Sun froze.
"Shit—"The cat? Or the kid?
His heart screamed the answer.
He ran.
Fast.
Everything blurred. The truck thundered closer. The ground shook.He lunged, grabbed the boy, and rolled—
BOOM!
The truck roared past, smashing a street post, barely missing them by inches.
They hit the pavement hard.
The boy sobbed in his arms. "Kuya! T-thank you po! You saved me!"
Sun nodded weakly, chest heaving, heart pounding in his throat.
He stood, his knees scraped and bloody, and walked away without a word.
People shouted after him. Someone even tried to get his name. But he didn't care.
He wasn't a hero.
Not yet.
7:42 PM – Home
Sun finally arrived at his house—small, two-bedroom, paint peeling from the walls. He pushed the gate open and walked toward the door, drenched in sweat and city dust.
He noticed something immediately.
The front door was ajar.
A metallic scent hung in the air. Iron. Blood.
He stepped inside slowly. The hallway was quiet… too quiet.
Then he saw it.
Blood.Droplets trailing into the living room like breadcrumbs.
He followed it. Step by shaking step.
What he saw next destroyed something deep inside him.
His mother was slumped on the sofa, her head tilted unnaturally. A bullet hole was drilled into the center of her forehead.His father was lying across the floor, arms shattered, his stomach open—stabbed multiple times. Blood smeared on the wall behind them spelled a name:
"TRAITOR."
Sun screamed.
"No. No. PLEASE NO!"
He fell to his knees, hands trembling. He couldn't breathe. Couldn't move. Couldn't think.
Then—A click.A gun cocked.
"Too late, boy."
Sun turned slowly.
There stood his uncle, eyes sunken, clothes stained with blood, holding a pistol loosely at his side.
"T-Tito... what—what did you do!?" Sun gasped.
His uncle's lips twitched into a deranged smile.
"She told me it was mine," he muttered. "Your mother. She was mine. But she chose your worthless father."
He stepped forward, dragging the gun on the floor like a toy.
"You—" he snarled, pointing the barrel at Sun. "You're the result. Her betrayal made flesh."
Sun tried to crawl back. "You're insane! You're lying!"
"I LOVED HER!" his uncle roared, spittle flying. "And she used me. She had my child and gave it to another man!"
Sun's eyes widened. "W-What are you saying?! I'm… I'm your son?!"
His uncle's face contorted with rage.
"I should've been your father! But now… now I'll be your executioner."
Sun turned and bolted.
BANG!BANG BANG!
Bullets tore through his back and thigh. One hit his shoulder, spinning him to the ground. He tried to scream, but blood filled his mouth.
He crawled.Desperate.Dragging himself toward the door.
Then—
Click.
"Goodbye, anak ko…"
BANG!The final shot hit him straight in the back of the skull.
Somewhere in the Dark
Silence.
Then… a flicker.
Sun floated. Limbless. Weightless. Consciousness clinging to the last spark of pain and rage.
"Is this death…?" he whispered into the void.
Then—A voice.
Not male. Not female. Just... eternal.
"Do you still want to live?"
"Yes…"
"Even if it's not your world?"
"Yes…"
"Do you want revenge?"
Sun clenched what would've been a fist. "More than anything."
"Then open your eyes… Sun of another world."