The deserted isnd Cudius found himself on was, in a way, rather pleasant. Despite being located in the dangerous waters of the New World, this particur isnd ring Isnd." The climate was mild and temperate all year round, without the extreme shifts between hot and cold. Because of this, Cudius had an easier time surviving on the isnd pared to what he might have faced elsewhere in the New World.

  At this very moment, a massive wild boar was desperately fleeing through the dense forest. Its eyes, which held little intelligence, were now brimming with raw terror.

  Don't let the bel of "pig" fool you. Iy, wild boars are formidable creatures of the wilderness. With their massive tusks, thick fur, powerful muscles, and enormous size, they often stand at the upper echelon of the food .

  Especially the wild boar currently fleeing in fear it was no ordinary beast. This massive creature was parable to an elephant from Cudius's previous life.

  Clearly, this was another mutated creature uo the Pirate World.

  This world was bizarre, filled with exaggerated and upgraded forms of both flora and fauna. Some animals remained simir to their terparts from Cudius's past life, while others had evolved into something far more monstrous.

  For example, Sea Kings and Zunesha (the Elephant Lord) were so enormous that they defied on sense.

  Even humans here had their own distinct ges.

  Many of them were extraordinarily tall.

  Take Cudius's cousin, Donquixote Dofmingo, as an example. If Dofmingo reached his full potential, he would be standing at a height of over three meters a height suitable for a proper Admiral, imposing and powerful.

  And Dofmingo's height was not even sidered abnormal in this world. Many others were even taller than him.

  Cudius believed that if he trained well and developed properly, even though he was currently a fat, chubby kid, he wouldn't fall too far behind Dofmingo iure.

  But those were all siderations for ter. Right noas this massive wild boar running so frantically?

  That's because it had entered the rampaging human "brat" who had been wreaking havo the isnd for the past two weeks, mercilessly hunting down all the top predators, like lions and tigers.

  Yes, Cudius was currently chasing after the wild boar, panting heavily as he ran. In just two weeks, his formerly rotund body had slimmed down siderably. While traces of his old greasy fat could still be seen, he now had a somewhat muscur build.

  The se unfolding was indeed ical a ten-year-old boy was relentlessly pursuing a massive wild boar that towered over him. The wild boar, instead of turning around to fight, was fleeing in terror, which was both amusing and absurd.

  "You stupid pig... 't you just... stop already?" Cudius gasped, cursing breathlessly as he g the bloodied and battered wild boar ahead of him.

  After taking a few more steps and feeling himself reag his physical limit, Cudius gradually came to a halt. He took a deep breath, and his eyes suddenly sharpened.

  In the moment, his heartbeat began to accelerate, a deep and resonating sound spreading out from him, almost as if a drum was being pounded in the very core of his chest.

  Boom... boom... boom... boom. The intense rhythm felt as if it were eg through the entire area around him, reverberating like the beating of war drums.

  Then, in the blink of an eye, Cudius moved again. But this time, his speed was several times faster than before.

  The tiny figure, leaving behind only a faint blur, sped through the forest, following the trail of blood on the ground. In mere moments, he caught up with the frantically running wild boar.

  Sensing the presence of the small human once more, the wild boar's terror only grew. It had already lost too much blood, and its strength was rapidly waning. Its pace, once full of vigor, began to slow as exhaustio in.

  However, a ered beast is always the most dangerous. Realizing that it could no longer escape, the wild boar suddenly skidded to a stop. With a surprising agility that seemed at odds with its immense size, it performed a fwless three-hundred-and-sixty-degree turn, kig up dirt and debris as it spun to face Cudius.

  "What the hell? Since when did wild boars learn how to drift?" Cudius thought, surprised by the sight.

  The wild boar, now using all the strength left in its body, charged at Cudius with deadly i. Its four hooves thundered against the ground as it lowered its enormous, lethal tusks, aiming to skewer Cudius.

  "A final struggle before death, huh? But it's useless..." Cudius murmured, a faint smile appearing on his lips.

  Just as the wild boar came crashing toward him, Cudius moved again. His feet pushed off the ground as he leaped directly toward the wild boar's head.

  "Death Grip!" Cudius muttered softly.

  In the instant, it looked as if the massive wild boar had collided straight through Cudius's body, redug him to nothing but mist.

  However, something strange happened . The wild boar, after running a few more paces, began to stagger untrolbly. It stumbled forward, its limbs twitg and thrashing about. It tossed its head violently, as if trying to rid itself of something.

  But no matter how much it struggled, it couldn't escape what was happening. Gradually, its frantients weakened until it finally colpsed to the ground, stirring up a massive cloud of dust.

  And right thehe wild boar's nose, Cudius's figure slowly re-materialized!

  Yes, even though the inal Cudius was a "mentally retarded Celestial Dragon," pletely incapable of even basic survival skills, his one redeeming trait was that, in his ignorance, he had eaten the Devil Fruit that repared for him in the form of a fruit sad.

  From that moment on, Cudius became a Devil Fruit user. Despite his predecessor's ck of education and inability to even prehend the nature of his own powers, Cudius now had a remarkable ability at his disposal.

  This fruit was a Logia-type Devil Fruit, bestowing the powers of a rare gaseous element known as the Nitrogen-Nitrogen Fruit.

  Cudius's predecessor, being an uneducated fool, didn't uand what kind of gas "nitrogen" was, nor did he realize the potential of his ability. As a result, he never developed it at all.

  Instead, he pletely wasted it.

  But Cudius was different. Having received modern education and possessing a wealth of stifiowledge, Cudius could grasp the potential of the Nitrogen-Nitrogen Fruit immediately.

  Simply put, it was an ability that allowed him to manipute nitrogen a substahat made up a signifit portion of the atmosphere, more than 78% to be exact.

  Being a gas, nitrogen had many unique properties.

  Of course, Cudius hadn't yet delved deeply into developing the fruit's full potential. For now, he was simply utilizing the basic effects of his Logia-type fruit, which was more than enough to domihis small isnd.

  After all, none of the beasts here had the ability to use Haki, which meant Cudius didn't have to worry about whether he could be harmed or not. By turning into his elemental form, he could avoid all physical attacks.

  What's more, Cudius hadn't yet discovered any element that could restrain nitrogen. So, at least for now, he didn't have to worry about elemental weaknesses.

  Looking at it from one perspective, as long as no one used Haki or other special means, Cudius's current state seemed practically invincible.

  The way he killed the wild boar just now was a simple application of his Logia ability.

  There was no need for Cudius to develop plex teiques. All he had to do was "grip" the wild boar's nose and release his nitrogen, saturating the air around it and dispg all oxygen. Deprived of oxygen, the wild boar naturally suffocated and died.

  After ensuring the wild boar was truly dead, Cudius returo his normal form.

  He touched his , g the massive carcass, and smiled faintly.

  "All things sidered, my new journey hasn't started off too badly. Although the circumstances were a bit messy, I have a genuiial Dragoy and the abilities of a Logia-type Devil Fruit...

  Now, as long as I y a solid foundation, I should be able to make some waves in this world... and reshape my fate," Cudius muttered softly.

  As he spoke, Cudius drew a short sword that hung from his waist.

  This short sword looked somewhat like a katana from Wanokuni, though it was much shorter about two-thirds the length of a regur sword. Despite its simplicity, the sword's craftsmanship was excellent, exuding the aura of a master's work.

  The white hilt was ed with delicate silk threads, and the scabbard, while unassuming, was adorned with subtle patterns.

  This wasn't a decoration Cudius had sged from the Celestial Dragons' colles; rather, it was one of the three "gift packs" he had received when he first arrived in this world.

  That's right as a transmigrator, how could Cudius not have a a beginner's be? By some divine or otherworldly blessing, he had received some 'rewards' after arriving in this world.

  This short sword was named 'Shinsō', the legendary Zanpakutō wielded by Ichimaru Gin, the captain of the Third Division in the world of Shinigami.

  Now, it was in Cudius's hands. However, it seemed that during the transitioween worlds, Shinsō had been altered by the forces of this world's power, making it far less potent than it had been in the Shinigami world. Even so, it was still a rare and remarkable on.

  It retais ability to extend aract, but its speed was no lohe absurd 500 times the speed of sound. Through tinuous testing, Cudius determihat Shinsō's current maximum speed was around three times the speed of sound.

  While this was certainly impressive, it wasn't overwhelmingly fast pared to some of the terrifying abilities in this world. The speed of sound is roughly the same as that of a bullet from a musket. So Shinsō's speed was only two to three times faster than a standard bullet.

  This meant that, while Shinsō was a formidable on against ordinary oppos, it wouldn't have the same devastating effe true masters.

  Although its power had beely diminished due to the world's corres, Cudius didn't mind. An iructible sword that could extend aract at will was still a valuable asset. He had no iion of relying solely on the sword for bat, so he accepted its current state without pint.

  After drawing Shinsō from its scabbard, Cudius made a few , precise cuts across the enormous wild boar's hide, creating deep incisions that allowed blood to flow freely from the carcass.

  Bleeding the meat was essential. If the blood wasn't drained properly, the resulting stend fvor would be absolutely revolting. Cudius had learhis lesson the hard way during his early days on the isnd, so now he took care to bleed the meat thhly, even if it meant a bit of extra effort.

  Shinsō was the first of his three gifts, and the sed gift Cudius found highly intriguing it was an ability that allowed him to freely accelerate his heartbeat at will, a phenomenon he had e to know as the King Engine!