My own legacy and origin - Part 1

A/N: Hello, hello, dear readers of fanfiction platform. I'm Morpheus and present you this small dream of mine that might be to your enjoyment. It's more of a slowly built story following Vlad the Impaler's steps if he ever reincarnated/transmigrated in the world of One Piece.

Read with patience, and if you feel like dropping early chapters, try pushing towards chapters 29-38, if you don't like it that far, it's not your fault for dropping. Everyone has their own tastes.

The first volume has 50 chapters which at beginning place some attention on the slavery aspect, but you'll see that it would feel more like an training arc. In this arc you'll also get to see MC eating his devil fruit after some interesting challenge for him.

Enough with my ranting, my profile has more information about old me, and how you can contact me or join a group I made to discuss my story.

Act (I)

Since the beginning of people's illumination, they debated whether reincarnation exists in our reality. So many religions exist and many similarities regarding where you go after you hit the dirt. But to where and what is that place, nobody knows the answer.

There should certainly be a chance for anything to happen, like reincarnation in a small corner of the entire universe. What, you don't believe it? We will experience that too, and then you might come and strangle me.

People may believe that reincarnation is a fair chance to do your best in that life. Some say that you go to see your creator, or what was it? Oh yes, Paradise, Heaven, Moksha, Nirvana, the hell or the underworld, so many wondrous worlds for one to visit. Who are we to deny that? There are so many possibilities that you can't even comprehend that gods could be just simple concepts or man's desire to achieve something.

The universe is still a mystery for many. The rest mentioned above could be destinations for the lost souls or maybe just a new start.

Since the start of the human rise, they entered into petty conflicts over other counterparts' domination, regardless of when we were regarded as monkeys, homo neanderthals, and later on, homo sapiens. We always had reasons for petty squabbles. And instead, there would always be someone profiting from our destruction.

He would be watching over and merely smile.

The era or conflicts drowned us for as long as we can remember it, regardless of age.

The ancient era had its fair share of conflicts. After that came the classical antiquity age, where it marked the rise of the Roman Empire. The Post-Classic Era, where the Empire was divided into two administrations, followed by the German's rise. This era was marked by the fall of the western part of the Empire, known as the Dark Age. Later stabilizing and following the high middle ages and late middle age.

From all this history, we can conclude that humans like to dominate one another. All the reasons for doing so are simple excuses, or we can say that they might get influenced by something.

The late middle age was an age of rising powers. Here we will see an interesting character with a tragic end. Some might have heard about him from different sources, but what you should remember about this character is that he was a legendary one, a legend among many others.

Act (II)

The year 1448 marked a significant change in Wallachia's destiny as the rightful ruler took over the small country at the young age of 18 years old with the Ottomans' support. Still, everything came at the cost of having a part of his country's territory seized by the Ottomans, where he was made to give a fortress away. The act of giving that fortress was nonetheless similar to having a controlled grip over their future.

At the start of his first and second reign, the lives of the people were stable. Later on, after minor conflicts and increasing greed over the Wallachians' money, the Ottomans increased the tribute. The tribute got so heavy that in the short story, he has forced to tax his people so much that they suffered just not to spill blood.

He was smart since young. He knew how to exploit others. He even had the chance to become the sultans general under Mehmet II by simply renouncing his faith but still preferred to go back to his homeland and watch over his people.

Still, after watching his country suffering increase and barely managing to keep their existence stable. He started gaining new ideas and plans, which he thought were like a gift from his Lord to defeat the enemy.

After constructing alliances over alliances with the other Christian countries and gaining a higher ranking in the religious order made for countering the increasing power of the Ottomans, he started his rebellion. At first, things seemed good he used every tactic he learned from being trained in the janissary army but still lost. He was a mere mortal who didn't stand a chance against the might of a dragon.

Years and years of fighting and suffering, thousands of people dying, lands infested with all signs of decay, for the simple fact that he didn't want to be a slave in his lands, to be a simple puppet.

The year was 1477 when he regained his crown with the help of mercenaries of any kind. It was known that he suffered a lot from being hostile against the Turks. Still, only the thought of taking revenge against everyone that betrayed him remained with him. Sometimes he was behaving normally, no different from a middle-aged uncle with his bad jokes. Still, those moments were rare for him. Most of the time, he acted like the most brutal person you could imagine for simple mistakes that people were making. Since the time he started fighting against the Ottomans and taking people's lives on a grander scale, he changed. He became what most would fear in themselves.

When he came back on the reins of the throne, he summoned what was left on his noble supporters to make a plan for taking back what was left on his country. After a period of planning, he sent an invitation to the nobles who were on his side.

Later the following week, on a rainy night, nine nobles gathered around Vlad. They thought that maybe their ruler would have a change of heart and stop pursuing his blind revenge or justice as he called and didn't choose to discuss a matter of state.

"My subjects, I'm glad to see that you still hold respect and hold me in high regard, visible in your choice to attempt this meeting. I've summoned you here to discuss how we should retake our lost territory.

I'll be frank. I have managed to rally some devoted Christian soldiers in Hungary and around the german states. A sizable army of mercenaries with the promise of paying them generously after we beat the ottomans. Even the Hungarians would lend us a helping hand with the rest of the Christian nations that regard the Ottomans as a threat to their safety.

After managing to bring this army with me, I'm willing to fight again to reclaim our ancestor's lands, with or without the Lord's help.

"This is a lost cause, your highness. We can only surrender to them and pray to God that their punishment is a mild one," said one of his noble advisors.

"Hah, and did they do that even once? It will be the same story as before. They'll put my brother on the throne like they did last time or auction the seat as they did in Moldavia against my cousin," said Vlad with a hint of indifference.

"But your highness, even if we go to war and force them to a treaty in order to lower the tribute we have to pay, I believe they will no longer care, they ended their campaign against the Persians, and their hands are not busy dealing with wars they have spear force for what army we managed to rally," said another old noble with a tired expression on his face.

"Your highness, we can only pray to God now. I say that we surrender," said a younger noble a bit, hoping for a good result.

"Stop bringing God in our conversation. When did he even show up when we needed him the most? His false champions when we allied stayed back with them. WHERE were they? Could it be that when we were bleeding ourselves dry, they were praying to God to bring his justice upon the enemy? All my people suffered the wrath of this monster on our backs because of empty PROMISES!

I become a monster because of them. I started enjoying killing people because of them. I started feeling the death like some old friend because of what I had to do to ensure that my people don't get themselves whipped out and taken as slaves.

As I remember, those hypocrites said at the beginning of forming that stupid order. They would be called the Order of Dragon. This order was made by the late emperor Sigismund to protect the safety of Christians in the world. My father gladly took that name and title to ensure that the Christians are protected, but they didn't sign on doing the same. Even I took that name for what it stands for, in the end, I was gravely disappointed.

What order it was, so many people lost their lives that even I had to escape like a lowly slave and start enjoying talking with the deaths of people." Said Vlad with a hint of madness in his eyes.

"You shouldn't blaspheme the name of the Lord your highness. This is all in the plans of God." said an old noble with a hint of being offended.

"Sure, as you say, old Ian, when you personally manage to meet him, you should put on the exact speech. Maybe he might take pity on your poor soul." said Vlad jokingly and continued saying it with a cold tone and an emotionless face.

"So at the end, who's willing to join in this maybe last journey?" after who knows how much time, there was only silence in the castle halls. Later on, Vlad's voice was heard again, laughing, he said.

"No one brave enough to defend the name of the Lord, that will not cut it, when the leader is willing why the servants shouldn't be the same?

"So tell me guys, should I handle you the same as I did with the traitors of my first rein or the one from my second? I myself would prefer the second one. I really got to enjoy seeing that, and believe it or not, it is simple and efficient."

The tension in the room was so great that you could compare it to an abyss. All the emotions could be seen in a fight in the castle hall, from the old nobles' anger to the happiness of the Prince's loyal servants, and finally to the small nobles' fear.

It was unknown how long this stare down and mash of emotions lasted, but it was broken by an old noble.

"Your highness, you are indeed the rightful ruler of this country. However you don't have the right to decide our futures or our later generations because you couldn't handle your injustice against the Turks." Ended the old noble with a hint of fear in his eyes, not knowing what would happen to him after this meeting.

After hearing this, Vlad was staring into the old noble's eye that commented on his rights. The noble was shaking a little, not knowing what the mad king would do with him.

"So you're saying that I shouldn't fight back against the Turk's aggression on our nation, that I should just be a good boy like I was taught and comply with what they demanded. And later to simply destroy my nation with my own hands? Not even knowing about it?" after saying this, Vlad looked around in the room, seeing all the people's faces and expressions, continuing.

"Listen here, you bunch of lowly scum. I don't believe that you would understand or contemplate later on what I'll say. All this nightmare that we live on was a well-planned scheme by our enemies. Since I was little and on the enemy side, I learned that it would be all in vain regardless of who would rule our country. They would be puppets and extort their people.

I knew that our country's destiny was set in stone from the moment the Turks' unsated ambition was focused on us.

All I could do was bind my time and look for opportunities to strike back when they weren't prepared or had their hands full of other problems. That opportunity finally arose to me like a god's blessing to get the justice we deserved. Sigh, when I look back at that time, it was so stupid of me to believe in the promises of the Christian countries and take note of the Pope's promises. Because of empty promises, we are in the mess we are now.

Since the moment I took the crown of this country, all I did was defend my people, but it seems that God has other plans for me. You guys might not like me that much since my prestige comes from killing people like you, noble traitors who did nothing to deserve that prestigious grace. I'll give you a chance to rise, I know that you planned a scheme to have me killed, but I'll instead go with a fight than being disposed of so lowly."

After exposing the nobles, their faked emotions instantly did a switch to anger and fury. They rose from their seats, unsheathing their sword, and began reading for a strike.

"Sigh, I was expecting something like that when I came back from Hungary to reclaim my throne, but for this to happen so fast is a sad moment. Ok, I see that you don't like me. Still, neither do I. Because of scums like you, our country has to suffer more than the enemy's plunder, so I will fight with this rusty body of mine as I did for all of my people.

In the end, what you guys want to do, a full dance or a sacred duel like how people of God would do, you plebeian scum?"

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