Hello everyone. I know, I know. Supposedly I was going to update From Thedas to Westeros. And I will! But I had this One-Shot saved for a long while. I wrote it at the beginning of the Wano Arc... Yeah, a long time ago. And I thought it was a shame to keep it hidden and forgotten. Consider this a sort of (One-Shot!)
Tell me if you guys like this, and I'll make a series.
Also, I've been a One Piece fan longer than I have been an Overlord fan. So I always wanted to write something that both fandoms would like. (I know that's impossible) so, at the end of it. I wrote something I would like to read. And hopefully, all of you will like it.
And yes, I used my (OC Galadriel) because it allows me to play with settings more freely without angering Ainz's fans. After all, then, people would start telling me I am making him OOC and whatever. So, if I used my OC, then people won't be mad. Or I hope.
So yeah. I have more One-Shots lying around. I have one of Youjo Senki (Tanya) in One Piece's world. Maybe one day I'll publish it.
So, now, the true set of updates!
From Thedas to Westeros!
The Overlord Geass!
The White Wolf of Winterfell!
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Prologue.
The beach's sand was white as snow but warm as the sun's heat lingered on it, allowing anyone to enjoy the small cold freezes of air as the waves went in and away. The abnormal golden palm trees seemed to be different from each other, not only by size but every single detail. The odd smell of wet sand and the place surrounding all of it. The island itself seemed artificial in some way. A piece of land formed perfectly. A beautiful and almost holy place. However, the area was weird in itself and felt quite supernatural.
Or maybe, it was her, the one she felt out of place.
A woman white long white hair stood on the beach shore, staring at the sun, waves, and clouds above her. The woman was not a human nor a mortal. No, she was a Demonic entity of immense power. A Demon Empress. Galadriel Melkor, the Guild leader of Ainz Ooal Gown and a World Champion. A person who devoted herself to reaching the point where she could achieve everything she wanted. However, that was in a game and nothing more. All those accomplishments Galadriel was so proud of were just in a virtual world. Small little things and stupid ones that one would never be proud of unless one were a gamer. In fact, one would laugh about it, mock it and degrade it. Galadriel did put a lot of time and money into that game. Lots of money. A truly pathetic way to live one's life, someone would say. But for Galadriel, and like many others who understood her.
It was an escape. A way to simply focus on something other than facing the reality of life, which sometimes could be cruel for them. And in this case. Life has been incredibly vicious to Galadriel. Or Suzuki Satoru.
And currently, the woman who would normally log in to Yggdrasil and just play and lose her time griding resources and items to found some internal validation that her life wasn't as monotonous or discouraging to keep on going. She found herself standing still, lost in thought and time.
"Where... where am I?" She muttered quietly, trying to come up with some kind of explanation as to why she was there. "I was... on Nazarick's throne room... the game was going to be over... and then...? I appeared here?"
Galadriel then looked at herself. She was in her avatar, and it truly felt weird. "I am on my character." She muttered slowly, inspecting each part of her newfound body. "Why do I feel so... cruel? So evil?"
Then Galadriel thought that the reason may be that she was a Demonic entity. Also, normally, she would have been shocked and fearful of what was happening around her. But oddly enough. Galadriel felt in control. Collected and calm. She wasn't freaking out as much as she thought. And that was strange, especially for an anxious girl she truly was.
Taking that in mind, Galadriel took a deep breath and started to use that to allow herself to think about the options and any other reasoning behind her current predicament.
"I was on a game, but this," Galadriel sensed everything. The air on her cheeks, the sand on her feet. The warmth of the sun on her skin. She knelt and touched the water. Galadriel couldn't help herself but smile. She has never been to a beach. The world she came from was a toxic wasteland where all that was left of humanity lived in crowded mega-cities. So, it was her first time ever touching something like that. And she knew immediately that it was genuine.
"This feels real."
Galadriel heard the waves crashing. The white foam the water created once it hit the rocks on the island's edge. The tropical feeling she had never experienced before. All of it was real. She was there and not in a game.
"I am... truly on a beach!"
A surge of joy came rushing down on Galadriel. And as if she were a little child, she simply launched herself into the sea. Playing like she always dreamed of doing. She splashed the water and made sand castles. Galadriel played on the waves and rolled on the sand. It may look childish and out of character for a Demon Empress. But one must comprehend that she only knows about beaches, from old photos and videos on the Nett, from video games that tried to replicate the feeling of being on one. It was her first time ever being in such a place. So, she allowed herself to enjoy whatever was happening with open arms.
"Mom, I am touching sand and water," Galadriel whispered, looking at the clear sky above her. "Just like the photos, you showed me."
Galadriel closed her eyes and enjoyed the foreign sounds of nature. Things she had never heard before. "They are so different from those VR environments," Galadriel muttered, remembering all those games or programs people used to enter forests, beaches, mountains, and all that once existed before the nuclear war left only a toxic wasteland around the world.
"This is so beautiful."
But as she lay on the sea and breathed the clean air. Galadriel wondered what had happened.
"So this is real. This is not Yggdrasil anymore."
Galadriel's large black wings waved any dirt away, and soon she stood over the crystal clear water and sighed. "Now... what the hell do I do? I don't even know where I am... or where... is Nazarick."
It was then that Galadriel's thoughts gathered around the idea that she may be in another world. At the same time, she had no idea of what had happened to her or where she was. Could it be that her real body was still sitting on her chair? Lifeless? That morbid idea made her shiver. Galadriel knew she needed to have more information and to protect herself. After all, who knows what could be out there? Galadriel would debate what power brought her there or if she was in a magical world later. Now, she needed to explore the island.
"Maybe, I died, and this is heaven? But that wouldn't explain why I am on my avatar," Galadriel sighed before looking at her hands. And moaning deeply. But she felt fearful of the sudden loneliness ahead of her. At the same time. Galadriel sense that it may be the start of something new.
Galadriel smiled at the posibility.
"A new world. New dawn."
Galadriel then spread her long dark wings and took a deep breath. "[Fly]," She whispered and was happy to see that the ability worked as intended. Galadriel flew over the island and noticed that it was a big place. Bigger than it seemed, but as she flew higher. Galadriel then felt quite disoriented since it didn't feel like she was moving. Perplexed by the sudden feeling of disorientation. She departed further away from the island. However, it didn't matter how long she flew away.
Galadriel didn't actually get away from the island. No, in fact, the island seemed to follow her instead. And she tried to fly faster and further. Yet, it didn't matter. She seemed stuck in place with the island.
"Now, this is so weird... and quite scary," Galadriel muttered to herself.
She landed confused and tilted her head.
"Mmhm, could someone inside the island help me? I saw some strange buildings there," Galadriel hummed to herself. The white-haired demon empress decided then to enter the island in search of any sign of human life. She strolled lazily, and while she could fly. She wanted to enjoy nature as it was.
"These are some strange... trees," Galadriel stated, inspecting everything around. However, as she walked deeper into the jungle-type forest, she arrived at a clearing. A ridiculously beautiful clearing. There was a large pond of water that was connected to many small rivers. Galadriel noticed many strange fishes inside the little lake and saw that it was a deeper pond than she thought.
"Whoah!" Galadriel glanced down and could see so many types of fishes, crustaceous, and everything the ocean could offer there. The different streams of water brought many creatures there, and it was clear it was something special.
However, then Galadriel saw something more beautiful. She saw strange-shaped fruits floating on the pond. Galadriel noticed that those weird fruits would drift away into the many streams of water. A rather confusing thing to see since Galadriel was sure those water canals eventually led to the ocean. Many of those fruits would be floating on the sea very soon.
"What a waste," Galadriel muttered angrily. Food was not meant to be wasted. So with that in mind, she picked the first fruit she could.
"It has winds?" Galadriel asked herself, amused. The fruit on her hand was of black color and had strange scales. "Uh, it looked like an apple...? I guess. But does look appetizing enough."
Galadriel then ate the apple. She didn't even bother to wash it. At first, it didn't taste anything. She munched it and hummed, however, after she finished it. A horrible, bitter taste appeared out of nowhere.
"Ughh!" Galadriel gagged loudly. "This is disgusting... ugh!"
Galadriel has never tasted something so foul and extremely bitter before. And she comes from a world where eggs were artificial; bread was made out of dirt and toxic water. Yet, the taste in her mouth was so disgusting that she thought the fruit she just ate was spoiled to an extreme level. It was, after all, a very dark color and strange looking. However, as if she just ate a rotten egg, Galadriel wanted something to take away the taste. Against her better judgment, Galadriel took yet another fruit floating on the stream, hoping it would take the smelly and burning disgusting sensation in her mouth. It was a white one this time, with ghostly figures around it; Galadriel ignored it. Again, the taste lingering in her mouth was so nasty. So penetrating, and it wasn't going again that it made Galadriel actually feel like crying. Galadriel was frantic, so she thought this fruit would taste better and remove whatever taste lingered in her mouth.
Galadriel took the white-looking fruit and ate it whole. Again, it didn't taste anything at first. And for a few seconds, she thought everything was over. But soon enough. Furthermore, a foul taste emerged. This time, it was worse.
"UGHHHH!" Galadriel fell to the ground gagging louder. Then, desperate and completely filled with fear and despair took another fruit floating on the pond. And as if she were on an all-you-can-eat buffet, took fruit after fruit. Bite after bite. It didn't matter the shape of the fruit or the color. No, Galadriel just ate whatever could take the horrible and nasty smell out of her mouth, but without any luck.
Galadriel hated gagging. She was terrified of vomiting. It may be childish. But Galadriel was not a lover of puking. Galadriel should have known better. But the pure desperation, disgust, and fear didn't allow her to think clearly. She panicked and started eating fruit after fruit, hoping one of them would take such flavor away.
Galadriel's mind was filled with horrible memories of torture. Those party nights when her bosses would force her to go there and do things to her, just like any other poor female employee of the company... to take things inside her mouth and push her gag reflex to the max. Painful torture, humiliating and degrading. Every time she gagged, those memories came full-on force. She hated it.
It terrified her.
Then, Galadriel felt pain. A lot of pain was emerging around her, inside her, her head, and her body.
Galadriel crawled in four, away from the pond. She breathed deeply, and her body was on fire. Pulsations of pain came in waves. Galadriel's passive skills were being pushed to their breaking point. Galadriel realized that she was taking damage. A lot of damage. Galadriel, in pain, disgust, and fear, was stunned. However, she snapped back to reality. And while she couldn't see how much damage she was taking. Galadriel wasted no time using whatever abilities she had to heal her up.
Galadriel was an Arcanic Mage Warrior. Her build was made to move around fast, attack the back line, do a lot of damage and then leave. It was the perfect, 1-against-1 build, but it could have been better and wasn't invincible. The type of players she had so much problem dealing with were players that focused on becoming Tanks, Berserkers, or Assassins. They were a nightmare for her. Tanks could take all the damage she made and Lock her in. Assassins could double the amount of Physical Damage she could do and be faster than her. And Berserkers, who were one of the Job Classes who wanted a prolonged fight. If she couldn't get a Berserker One Shot. Then she would lose against him 3 times out of five. It was just the way the Match Up went.
Still, Galadriel had many combative and defensive abilities that allowed her to play against other players. She was a World Champion, after all. A PvP Champion. Galadriel won her title by proving to be a master of planning and using her build masterfully.
However, she didn't have many healing powers. If any. Galadriel's build was pathetic when it came down to healing skills. Galadriel often relies on Cash Items to heal her up. She only had the most basic healing skills, and they were simply [Restoration] Spells that healed health over time. But it wasn't truly a great one if she was honest.
And knowing that she was losing a very substantial health incredibly fast. A [Restoration] spell won't cut it. So, Galadriel quickly opened her inventory, glad she could still access it. And pulled Scrolls and some Cash items.
"[Prayer of Healing]" Galadriel used the Cash Item, and suddenly a bright light came out of the sky. She looked over and was confused. It looked different from how it worked back in Yggdrasil. However, she was still taking damage. So deciding to make sure to keep herself alive. She used many scrolls and items that would keep her in check.
"[Gentle Repose] [Healing Bird] [Goodberry] [Wound curing Ring]."
Galadriel leaned on a tree, feeling better. Yet, she felt so tired suddenly. Exhausted even. And the horrible taste in her mouth was still lingering. But thankfully, [Goodberry] was helping take the sour flavor away. Still, while she was still feeling sick, she sighed.
"I'm such a fucking idiot," Galadriel whispered, angry at herself. "Yes, take a strange fruit from an unfamiliar place. What's the worse that can happen?"
Galadriel rolled over, hugging her belly. She felt strange. She was still taking damage. It was as if she was attacked by one of those powerful DPS attacks. "[Cure] or [Eliminate Curse] don't seem to work against whatever is damaging me. Then, it's a sort of Vile Damage attack or something like that." Galadriel moaned slowly. So, she only needed to sit and wait until it was over. Yet, she was feeling odd. Galadriel senses something inside her. The pain faded away. And for some reason, she felt that whatever she ate was resting peacefully inside her.
Like, they accepted her. And now, it was only a gradual and pesky sensation lingering on her body. As if they were accommodating to her body.
"Am I going to have diarrhea?" She whined secretly. Galadriel then just closed her eyes, and without her knowing. She fell asleep.
Galadriel didn't know how long she fell asleep, but a sudden humming song slowly woke her up. Someone was singing. Galadriel just snapped back and stood up, her mind already preparing herself to fight. Yet, the person humming the song seemed to be just sitting near the pond's edge, smiling and drinking.
"Sorry for waking you up," the man with a strange mustache stated. "Well, you woke me up... but I saw a strange light and came here."
Galadriel frowned. Her passive skill should have detected any potential threat around her. But it wasn't catching anything. And for some reason, she didn't feel any danger coming from that person there.
Weird.
Galadriel thought, slowly approaching the person.
"It's been a long time since I saw someone. I was starting to believe that finally, someone had arrived here, but... you're not the one I am waiting for," the man replied with a strange laugh.
"Oh?" Galadriel only replied. "And who could that be?"
The man laughed loudly, but his sight only stared at the pond. "I don't know... but you're not that person."
Galadriel didn't sense any hostility coming from that person. It was a soft statement of truth.
"Who are you?" She asked.
The man then looked at her, and Galadriel was starting to believe that his smile was permanent.
"Gold D. Roger," he stated and soon looked at her. "And you're?"
Galadriel frowned, but she felt quite drawn to him. A peculiar feeling but one she trusted. Galadriel knew he wasn't a threat to her. So, she sighed. "Galadriel Melkor, nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you too!" Roger replied, smiling. "Wanna drink something? Sake?"
Galadriel was surprised to hear something like that. Sake, in this world? Interesting. "No, thank you. I don't drink."
"Pitty, it would have been nice to drink with someone after my death."
Roger said, taking a sip of his favorite drink.
"Death?" Galadriel was now surprised by the revelation. "Are you a ghost?"
Roger shrugged it without bothering too much. "Aye, I could be one."
"You seem oddly calm about such a thing," Galadriel pointed out, and again, Roger laughed.
"Why should those who have died already be afraid of death? I lived my life. I had my freedom," Roger said, smiling. "I regret nothing. Now, I wait for the new age."
Galadriel didn't know what to make out of those words. But Roger looked to be in peace.
"And you? How did you end up on this island? Mm?" Roger asked with a soft, kind tone of voice. "You're lost, aren't you?"
Galadriel didn't want to give herself out. But, she truly was lost. "Maybe I am; who knows."
Roger glanced at her, and Galadriel was annoyed by that all-knowing smile. "You are not from this world... I may be dead. But, I traveled this world. All seas, all places. You're not one of us. At first, you looked like one of the Lunarians, but they are extinct... maybe you're, but I don't know. You don't feel like you belong here."
Galadriel now narrowed her eyes, she didn't know what a Lunarian was, but it seemed she resembled one. "That's quite insulting to say. Don't you think?"
Roger chuckled. "Sorry, I didn't want to insult you. But that's true, eh? You're not from here."
Galadriel looked at the pond of water and simply took a deep breath. That man right there was her only source of information so far. She needed help. Besides, he was already dead. So, it wasn't as if she could kill him for insulting her.
"Am I that obvious?"
"Yes," Roger replied dryly, and Galadriel scoffed. "You're the first person I have ever seen that ate a bunch of Devil Fruits without imploding. So, that led me to believe you didn't know what you were eating. And that, the fact you're still alive. Proved that you're not human at all. In fact, I don't even know what you are."
Galadriel then glanced at the pond where the stream carried some fruits away. "Devil fruits? What are Devil Fruits?"
"They say that the Devil Fruit was enchanted by sea devils. Whoever eats it gets amazing powers, but the seas turn against them," Roger said, and Galadriel frowned. "Sea Devil?"
"It's a rumor. You can choose to believe it or not," Roger replied as he looked at the pond. There was a hidden smile that Galadriel saw but ignored it. "These Devil Fruits you see here are lost. Drifted away through storms, wind, or simply misfortune. They eventually find their way here by the sea. And some of them would be taken away by the sea again until someone found them in the vast ocean. Or they would once again be drifted all the way here."
Roger smiled at them. "A never endless cycle. One user dies, and it appears again. But those who are still unknown, lost, end up here. Until one day, they are found."
Galadriel approached the pond and looked at those strangely shaped fruits. "They taste horrible."
Galadriel stated, and it caused Roger to laugh. "Yes, they do!"
"But what do they do...? I don't feel... different."
Roger looked at her, and for the first time, there was a serious look on his face. "I don't know... how many did you eat?"
Galadriel groaned, still feeling disgusted by those things. "I don't know... maybe a dozen."
Roger's eyes almost pop out of his skull. Galadriel didn't know that was possible. But then, Roger laughed so loudly that Galadriel had to cover her eyes.
"AH, HAHAHA!" Roger was rolling on the floor. "YOU KEPT ON EATING THEM EVEN THOUGH THEY ALL TASTED LIKE SHIT?! AHAHAHA! ARE YOU STUPID?!"
Roger's childlike laugh was making Galadriel embarrassed.
"Why?! Why did you keep on eating them?! Didn't you think that after the third one, the rest would taste the same?! THEY ARE FLOATING IN THE SAME POND! IDIOT!"
Galadriel was blushing incredibly. She had never felt so embarrassed in her life. "Well, I am sorry! I was panicking!"
Roger kept on laughing while Galadriel just covered her face.
"STOP LAUGHING! IT'S NOT FUNNY!"
Roger, after a few minutes, finally took a deep breath. "Sorry, sorry!" He chuckled. "But... it's quite funny."
"It's not... where is your empathy?" Galadriel muttered, irritated.
Roger took a sip of sake and snorted. "Still... you're the first person I have met that has eaten a doze of Devil Fruits and is still breathing."
"You already said that," Galadriel whispered.
"There, there. I apologize. Here, eat something. It will make you feel better," Roger looked at her with a gentle, honest tone of voice.
"Oh... thank you," Galadriel smiled at him and, without looking, took a bite of the fruit Roger gave her. Soon enough, the horrible taste of bitterness and foulness came to her mouth. And saw that she was holding yet again another Devil Fruit.
Galadriel then started to puke rainbows while Roger laughed behind her.
"AHAHAHA! YOU IDIOT! HAHAHA!"
Galadriel glared at him, and she truly wanted to hurt him. "I'll bring you back... so I can kill you again." She threatened. Her Demonic side was now pouring out, but Roger sat down again.
"You're truly a walking amusement," Roger replied. "I would have loved to have you as my comrade in the day."
"I don't think we share the same feeling," Galadriel rumored angrily. I spent enough time with Lucifer! I had enough troublemakers for a lifetime!
"That wasn't nice to do. I don't like puking. I am terrified of it," Galadriel hissed and oddly enough. Roger glanced at her with a serious face.
"Sorry," Roger said, bowing to her. "It wasn't my intention to hurt you like that. Forgive me."
Roger was starting to become one of the most perplexing people she had ever met before. Yet, for some reason, Galadriel, instead of being angry at him. Only scoffed. This guy... he so charming.
"I am still angry."
Roger smiled at her. "Sorry, sorry, but truthfully. The fact you have eaten so many of those Devil's Fruits. It's quite perplexing, fascinating, and dangerous."
"Still, don't know why that's the case," Galadriel called. "Like I said before. I don't feel anything."
Roger then stood up and hummed. "Maybe, it's your body that still hasn't caught up? Just give it time! You'll find out soon enough."
Galadriel raised an eyebrow, wondering what that meant.
"But in anycase, I don't know what you are or how you arrived here. But I like you. You aren't a bad girl," Roger smiled gently.
Galadriel scoffed again, making Roger chuckle gently.
"But... I can see pain. You're lost. You've lost something more valuable to you than any gold or treasure," Roger added softly.
Galadriel did not like that tone of voice. She felt quite on the defensive. "And you know that because?"
"I lived quite a tumultuous life," Roger replied honestly. "I have seen a lot. And suffer a lot."
"I see," Galadriel only hummed.
Roger's eyes locked onto her own. And for a few seconds, he said nothing.
"Wanna hear a history?" Roger asked, and Galadriel raised an eyebrow.
"A history? Why would I want to hear a history now?"
"I don't know... I am bored, and I like to tell histories!"
Galadriel grumbled but sighed. "A history about what?"
"About my life as a pirate and all I discover and know.!"
"Wait... you're a pirate?"
Roger laughed at Galadriel's question. "You're truly not from this world!" He exclaimed joyfully.
"Maybe, that's for the best," Roger said as he poured himself more sake. "Your arrival would help set the course for this world's new age or dommed it."
"Uh... ah?" Galadriel only replied as Roger cackled. "What's the New Age you're talking about?"
Roger chuckled and locked his eyes on her.
"Here, let me tell you all that... but be careful, it's a long history."
Galadriel realized that it was the best outcome for her. She didn't know yet, why the ghost of a pirate would like to tell her history to her. But, at the same time, she was intrigued by it. She could learn something about this strange world she was currently living. So, with that in mind, she sat down near Roger, who did the same.
"Alright, you old pirate, tell me your history," Galadriel only said, and Roger beamed.
"Well... first of all, I need to tell you about someone special. The name of this person was Joy Boy."
And so, Roger spoke about the history of a world unknown to Galadriel. A long history that would take days to be told. But one, Galadriel would listen in great detail.
The animosity she felt towards Roger vanished. And each day that went by. She grew closer to him. His adventures with his crew. All that he discovered. It resonated with her. All they discovered. Galadriel could see the happiness in Roger's voice when he talked about his crewmates. The passion and pure love he showed for them made Galadriel smile sweetly at him. It was one thing she understood. Perhaps, the only thing Galadriel respected the most in one person. And Roger's loyalty to his crewmates, for his family, was admirable and something Galadriel was a bit jealous of. She wished to have met someone like Roger in her past life. A part of her knew that if that was the case. Roger would have never left her alone. Different from the rest of the Ainz Ooal Gown, who all left without even saying goodbye.
Roger didn't leave anything off the table. He told her every single detail of his journey and the entire world history, and by the end of it all. Roger and Galadriel laughed.
She giggled with joy for a brief period. Galadriel found a friend in that strange new place. A ghost of a dead pirate king.
Galadriel even told him her own history. All of it. She left nothing out. Roger smiled for her, got angry for her, and wept for her. As if she was his mate for a long time, like old friends. And knew right then and there. Galadriel was looking for a home.
And while he was dead. Roger would help her reach that place.
Galadriel stared at the beach. Her feet were in the water, a challenge to everyone or perhaps to herself. Galadriel smiled as she didn't lose any strenght. Nothing, just a bit of tickling. She enjoyed the feeling of seawater covering her feet, a sensation she would always love. Chuckling, her body started to change its form, a dark mist with flames and thunder. Her physique was of a shadow eagle. A very large eagle with obscure flames around it. Dark and twisted. She flew over the island. And thunders came raging down. The screeching was loud and menacing but, soon enough, calmed down. Galadriel's form was a thunderbird covered in black flames, capable of controlling and creating storms at will.
Then as it landed on the ground, Galadriel's form shifted to one of a large serpent, an elegant and precious one. The skin was of a blue color, with deep golden eyes and emerald scales.
Galadriel then returned to her original form and looked a bit uncomfortable while doing so. She hummed deeply as she inspected her body. "It's like... if I activated a sort of skill," Galadriel muttered to herself. She has spent a few days discovering the powers those disgusting fruits gave her. This was surprising since she didn't know if she could "Level Up" or anything. No, Galadriel strongly believed that there was no way she had leveled up. Level 100 was the cap back in Yggdrasil, and no more could be added. Yet, those Devil Fruits gave her some abilities she didn't have before. They allowed Galadriel to do things beyond what Yggdrasil permitted. That was already hard to understand.
How powerful were those abilities? Why could she use them in the first place? Why didn't she die like everyone who has tried to eat more than one Devil Fruit? How far could she push them? Why do they put weird names on them, like Oreo Oreo No Mi and Bird Birdy No Mi? Even though Roger has told her this world's strange history. Galadriel was still trying to figure out why she could use them without the downsides of it. Roger has said to her that the fact she wasn't human, or even from their world, could mean that the rules of it didn't tie her down.
It could very well be. Galadriel didn't know yet.
"Are you practicing still?" Roger called from the beach shore.
"Of course I am, Roger," Galadriel replied, scoffing funnily. "Still learning."
"You have many of them now," Roger said, smiling widely. "Truthfully, you are currently the single most powerful being here. And that was before you showed me your Yggdrasil's skills."
Galadriel nodded. "You think so? And here I thought I was but a fragile maiden."
Roger laughed. "Don't act all cheeky with me! You have a lot in your reserve. And can do what many here only dreamed of."
"You're making me blush," Galadriel drawled funnily. "But still, I can't do this Haki thing."
Roger hummed. "Well, Haki is something present in this world. Not where you are from. So, it's no wonder you can't use it."
"But I can use the power those Devil Fruits game me," Galadriel stated. "In fact, that itself should be impossible. And adding that I can still swim in the sea should also be impossible."
"That's true," Roger pointed out as he scratched his chin. "However, listen to me. You don't need Haki. Think about it like this. Observation Haki, Armament Haki, Emperor Haki. You have abilities that allow you to replicate those things here. In fact, your abilities are quite unfair! You can create a castle out of nowhere! You can revive people from death! Ain't that something?!" Roger exclaimed loudly while laughing.
"You're cheating!" Roger added, smirking. "Yet, remember that for us, Haki is our spiritual power. The strongest our will is, the more powerful Haki becomes. Not everyone has the same level. But you, who is already on the highest level in your world. Maybe, you don't need them. Perhaps, your own abilities would be sufficient to defend yourself against Haki users here."
Galadriel thought deeply, and that was true. She does have abilities that allow her to replicate exactly that. [Presence of Mind] [All Seeing Eyes] [Grand Armament] [Iron Will] [Demonic Aura] those were some of her abilities that were almost the same as those with Haki. However, Galadriel was curious if they would work against someone with Haki. Or if they could be as useful in this world.
That's what she worried about.
"I am still unsure, Roger."
Roger grumbled. "You are too paranoid, truly. You could be the strongest living thing in the world. And still, worry about your shadow. Stop worrying!"
"I am cautious! It is not the same!"
Roger shook his head but smiled. "Still, you know, the only way to test it out is if you go out."
Galadriel understood that. It was true. She couldn't remain there. If she was there. The possibility of Nazarick being somewhere was also high.
"You're trying to get rid of me that fast? Aren't you going to be lonely?" Galadriel teased.
"A bit, but I am here only because you're here. Once you leave... I guess I'll wake up to meet the next Joy Boy," Roger chuckled, and Galadriel smiled. "Besides, you can never find your home if you remain here."
Galadriel knew about Laugh Tale. About the One Piece. The weapons across the world. About the Void Century and the Will of the D. Yet, she wasn't going to bother to spread that knowledge around actively. Nor searched for those legendary weapons.
Because in the great scheme of things, One Piece and the rest were something she couldn't and didn't want to use. She saw it. And laughed, just like Roger did, and understood right then and there why Roger was waiting for the next Joy Boy, the next person who reached Laugh Tale. Because when the person Roger was waiting for arrived there. The one carrying the will of the D. He or she would turn the world upside down. And changed it forever. But that person wasn't her. And Roger told her as much. And Galadriel comprehended it and respected it.
Besides, Galadriel's main focus was to search for Nazarick. That was her One Piece. However, if she was honest. Galadriel wanted to see the chaos the Pirate Era had to offer. Watching everyone trying to compete to be the next Pirate King. And even create a mess on her own. Becoming a pirate or something just to annoy that World Government would surely make her smile.
After all, Galadriel came from a world controlled by a corrupted mega-corporation. And from what she has heard from the World government in this world and how Celestial Dragons and he influenced them. It filled Galadriel with displeasure. She could take the role of a Lunarian and make the World government hunt her. It would be quite fun to put some fear in them.
It was a new world for her, and she wanted to enjoy it.
"I know, Roger. I want to find a home. I need to," Galadriel said, and she stared at the wide ocean before her. "Thank you for everything you have done for me."
Roger chuckled. "Don't worry... partner."
Galadriel looked at the horizon and felt a wave of feelings. All good ones. "Oh, before I forget... look." Galadriel brought her inventory and picked a special item. A sort of earring. Once she used it. Her body changed. Galadriel's horns disappeared, and her skin became slightly brown. She was way too pale to look like a Lunarian.
"Do I look convincing enough?" Galadriel smiled, and Roger nodded, beaming.
"You do," Roger replied. "I would like to see their faces!"
"I bet you will."
Roger closed his eyes and beamed at her for one last time. "Make sure to let them know they can take people's freedom away!"
Galadriel smiled gently at the ghost of the pirate king. "I'll do my best."
"Ah... I'll need those Log Pose you have and a bit of Berry."
"Oh, that's true! And don't be shy; take as much Berry as you want!"
Galadriel looked at the island that had been her home for what she could nicely say a few months. She waited a bit more until she could learn more about her abilities. Roger was quite the teacher. Still, she also needed to wait to leave Raftel, or as it was truly named, Laugh Tale. The island itself didn't move. The rest of the world did. It was one of the reasons Galadriel felt like she wasn't moving away from the island the first time around. The wind, the sea, everything was moving around Laugh Tale. It was like she was going in a circle. And even then, one needed to do many things to find the island itself. And If anyone wanted to reach it even after practically looking for all the keys and other important things. They still would have to be in the right moment, at the right time, and with a lot of luck.
No doubt, it was an almost mythical island.
Galadriel would never understand how people could live in such a crazy world. But that's how it was. Yet, she only needed to jump out. A manner of speaking. Laugh Tale was on the world's edge and only required more flying to reach the famous Grand Line and Paradise. The beginner trial, as Roger calls it. There, she would start her new adventure and the search for Nazarick. Roger advised her to start from there before entering the New World. She agreed with him. She needed to start her exploration from there.
Galadriel truly felt excited about it. It was like a Quest for herself.
"Do be careful out there," Roger said, watching as Galadriel got ready. "Remember, there are a few strong people out there."
"I will, Roger," Galadriel replied, smiling. "Why are you so worried about me now?" She teased.
"Sorry, I know you're strong and capable, but I worry."
"What are you...? My dad?" Galadriel joked, making Roger laugh.
"You would have definitely liked my crew!" Roger kidded.
"They sound like a group of fine people," Galadriel replied honestly.
"Fine people?! Pfff!" Roger laughed loudly. "They were anything but fine people!"
"What a good captain you're, laughing about them like that," Galadriel joked back.
Roger then grew serious and looked at her with his stoic face. "If it is not much to ask. Could you check on my son?"
Galadriel looked at him for a short while and nodded at him. "Of course."
"Ah, if you see that old man of Rayleigh mopping around! Telling to look up! It's been years!"
Galadriel shook her head, amused by Roger's statement.
"Goodbye, Roger."
"It's never goodbye, partner!" Roger smiled. "It's only an until later!"
"You're right," Galadriel now beamed at him. "Until later, Roger."
Galadriel then used [Fly] and flew away from the island, leaving behind Roger.
"I am going to miss that girl," Roger whispered, never losing that smile of his. Before suddenly fading as if he was never there.
Galadriel was way above the clouds. And then, she could see how the winds and the ocean moved. They were going in a circle. As if the island was in the middle of a hurricane. A very intimidating sight but impressive as well. Galadriel looked at the two Log Poses she had on her arm. One for the New World and one for Paradise. And saw how they were moving all over the place, going in circles.
"Mmhm, it must be almost time," Galadriel muttered. "I must be quick."
It took half an hour before everything became calmer as if time had stopped, around the island. Galadriel also knew it was a sign that a powerful storm would soon start as the winds shifted around, with water rising out of nowhere. The waves were quite dangerous, and Galadriel wondered why type of ship would still be afloat during such a storm. Nevertheless, Galadriel looked ahead of her, and with one more look at both, Log Pose saw it was time to get ready. She had to be fast; otherwise, she would have to wait a long time before leaving the zone surrounding Laugh Tale again. And Galadriel didn't want to return to the island with the tails between her legs. Roger would mock her for eternity.
With that in mind, she flew higher and saw an opportunity. Galadriel flew right to pass the giant storm as fast as she could.
Galadriel looked behind her and saw how the island, Laugh Tale, simply vanished out of existence, like it wasn't there, more like it never existed. A fantasy island. Yet, one that would change the world.
"I wonder who is the one capable of finding you?" Galadriel wondered out loud, not hiding her excitement.
Galadriel flew for a few more hours and watched nothing but the blue sea underneath her. However, soon enough saw a mountain. A big, ridiculous mountain.
"So, that's the Red Line?" Galadriel muttered, watching the vast-ring-like continent dividing the world in two. "The first half...? Let's see if it's as fun as Roger told me."
And so, the Demonic Empress flew over the sea, hoping the world had something to offer.
A small island seemed to be celebrating a festival somewhere in the vast sea. A party filled with joy and, more importantly, food. It was truly a place where the people enjoyed a normal day of happiness. A truly joyful day.
"Missy! Missy! Look what I got!"
A small child approached a woman wearing a long, elegant hood covering her body, who seemed to be eating at a food stand. Yet that woman smiled gently at the small child.
"I won a big toy!" The little girl exclaimed happily, and the woman smiled.
"Truly?! Amazing!" The woman replied. "And look at it! It's an amazing camera!"
The little girl squealed with joy as the woman patted her hair.
"Missy, aren't you eating too much?" The little girl then asked.
The woman in question had a large set of empty plates all around her. And it seemed she was just starting.
"I am a growing girl," the woman answered, slightly offended.
"Like me?" The girl replied.
"Yes! Just like you!"
The joy the festival was bringing suddenly came to an abrupt end when an explosion stopped the festivity. Instead of cheerful shouts of fun, only screams of horror could be heard across the small port city. The island was being attacked by pirates.
"Missy...? What's happening?" The girl asked fearfully.
The woman hummed, finishing her meal before standing up from her chair.
"Girl, go find your parents and stay away from the shore."
"M-Missy, where are you going?! They are pirates! We should wait for the Marines!" The girl screamed, terrified.
"Don't worry, child. I'm strong," the woman said, slowly walking towards the sound of guns and cannons.
There a large group of pirates started to do what they do best. Ramping across a peaceful port, burning and taking what they wanted.
"Buahahaha! We are the Fish-tank pirates!" A random ugly-looking pirate screamed. "Take everything! Kill everyone in our way!"
The rest of the pirate crew simply yelled cheerfully in response. And soon enough, they all began to run amock, destroying the beautiful port. However, it would quickly stop, as the woman wearing the hood emanated an aura and looked rather annoyed at them.
"I was having such a good meal," the mysterious woman whispered. "After such a long time."
The group of pirates seemed to stare at her, confused. She was stopping them from actually entering the port city. And that made them angry at her. Because, how dare she? How dare anyone try to stop the all-mighty Fish-tank pirates?!
"Who are you?! Don't you know we are?! Who am I?!"
One of the pirates, who looked like the captain, approached her. He was a big man with a long beard and a ridiculously stupid-looking hat.
"No," the woman only replied, amused by the stupid hat.
"I am, Galio, the Salamander!" He exclaimed. "With a bounty of 27.000.000 million Bellys!"
The woman hummed deeply. "Mmhm, Salamander? Why do they call you Salamander?"
The pirate's head changed form into one of a reptilian creature, resembling a Salamander. Quite disgusting. "Haha! I ate the Sara Sara No Mi! Giving me the powers of a Salamander!"
The woman scoffed again. "Again, with those weird names. I don't get them." She muttered with a sigh.
"Eh...! What do you mean?!" The Salamander-looking pirate then growled.
"You're an annoyance, but hopefully... a good practice," then, everyone saw how her cloak disappeared in flames, revealing a divine woman. An exceedingly stunning woman. All the pirates had mouths wide open, not believing what they saw.
"Whoa! Such a beauty!"
"Beautiful!"
"Hey, hey! What are those black wings?"
"I don't care. That woman is stunning!"
The Salamander-looking pirate then leaned forward, lost completely in the woman's beauty. "Whoah! Missy! I like, please marry me!"
The woman rolled her eyes. But soon enough glared at the disgusting pirate. "You're disgusting."
The Salamander captain growled angrily, raising his enormous maze weapon. "Then die!"
Then suddenly, the maze he carried went through her. As if she was made of dark mist, with a lingering of flames.
"Uh?! What...?"
The woman hummed deeply. "I see, I see. So, it's as I expected."
The man started to swing his maze at her multiple times. Until, there, he grew tired. "You... you ate a Devil Fruit too!"
The woman ignored him as she looked disappointed at the sky. "They are too weak. They don't even know Haki... I can't test anything so far." She muttered to herself.
"Hey! Don't ignore me!"
The woman then raised her beautiful eyebrows at him and scoffed. "You're useless to me. Die."
The woman simply raised her hand, and without bothering too much, a special light came out of her finger. "[Arcane Light]" Soon enough, a laser type of light penetrated the Salamander pirate's chest, killing him instantly. The pirate captain fell to the floor with a hole in his chest.
"Captain!" The rest of the pirates yelled as they could only watch their leader fall backward, stone cold.
"Pff, so weak, even a low-tier skill killed him," she muttered, annoyed.
"Y-You monster! What have you done?!"
The woman glanced at them with an unbothered look. "[Demonic Aura II]" Around the woman, a dark sphere of evilness appeared, spreading around like a black mist. The air vanished, and they could feel like something slowly shocked them. Those golden eyes of hers. Brought nightmares to their weak minds. All those poor pirates fell to their knees, sensing the end of days coming up to them.
Then, their weak mind couldn't take it and passed out.
"I guess Roger was right. It's the same as Conqueror Haki... well, kind of... different but the same."
Galadriel breathed tiredly. It's been a month since she entered Paradise, and she has yet to find someone to test her powers and see firsthand how she could deal with Haki users. But no one comes close to her. It was completely stupid. But she also thought it was unfair. The level gap between her and the rest in Paradise was rather big. All pirates she has faced so far don't even know about Haki. Or have any true control over their powers. They were rookies.
"No wonder, Roger called it, the Beginner's trial. It's like me going to the training grounds as a level 100 player," Galadriel whined, kicking the sword and lying around. "I need to find someone strong."
Galadriel looked around and whined. But soon, she heard the sound of someone taking a photo. She glanced back and saw the little girl taking a photo of her.
"Uh... sorry!" The girl replied fearfully.
Galadriel shook her head at the sight of the small child. You're lucky I have deactivated my [Demonic Aura], or you would have died. I don't think children could survive such a thing.
"It's alright," Galadriel whispered. A soft sensation came to the girl since the beautiful woman before she slowly patted her head again. "Be careful. Understood?"
"Y-yes!" The girl's eyes were filled with admiration, making Galadriel blush slightly. "Pretty lady, are you an angel?"
Galadriel didn't want to ruin the poor child's fantasy by saying she was the opposite. Galadriel hid her horns and changed her form just to look more Lunarian-like. So, she just nodded. Galadriel wasn't technically lying if she didn't say anything. Right?
"What's your name!"
Galadriel hummed and decided to answer. It would be good if her name spread. If Nazarick was somewhere or any of her friends. They would know her name.
"My name is Galadriel Melkor, my sweet child."
"Galadriel...!" The girl only responded as if she had learned a divine word.
Galadriel only chuckled. Then, she looked at her Log Pose and nodded slowly. "Goodbye."
"Goodbye, pretty lady!"
Galadriel flew away from the island, leaving a sea of bodies and many questions.
The Marine Headquarters had never been a place where one could rest. The Fleet Admiral knew it all too well. Sengoku was having the worst headache possible. And it seemed it wasn't going anywhere. And while normally, his favorite crackers and tea would help him take some of the pain away. His current friend wasn't helping him, especially with his annoying and boisterous laugh.
"Garp! Stop laughing! This isn't a laughing matter!"
"Uh ha hahaha!" Garp chortled without stopping.
"Do you know what your grandson has done in Arabasta?!"
Garp only laughed loudly. "As expected of my grandson!"
"Shut up! This is serious!" Sengoku hissed angrily. "We have to cover up everything! Do you have any idea of how much of a headache this is causing?! Taking a warlord is serious!"
Garp scoffed at him. "Good riddance, I say! Crocodile was using his status to instigate a Civil war, and we couldn't even stop him. You know what I think of this Warlord system."
Sengoku growled in frustration. He knew that. Sengoku also detested that system, but it was practically beyond his hands.
"You need to take responsibility for your family, Garp!"
Garp only laughed loudly. "I'll give him a few of my Fist of Love. Don't worry. They never fail!"
Sengoku truly doubted it. However, he could demand that Garp do something about his grandson. A low-level marine officer soon arrived. He looked out of breath and was carrying some papers.
"Fleet Admiral!" The marine exclaimed.
"Mm, what is it?" Sengoku asked, irritated.
"We have urgent news!" The marine stated. He then gave the photos and the papers to Sengoku, who frowned at them before suddenly freezing in shock.
"This... this is!"
In the photo, there was a picture of a beautiful woman. In Sengoku's mind, there was no doubt that what he saw was unique. Yet, that wasn't what shocked him. It was the two long dark wings. The long silver-white hair, and the golden eyes, as if he were staring into the sun itself.
Still, for Sengoku, all he witnessed was the characteristic of something thought extinct. "A Lunarian?!"
Garp almost choked on his cookies. But he also stared at the picture, and his usual goody smirk vanished. "Where did you find this photo?!" Sengoku asked quickly.
The marine looked already anxious. "We heard strange reports from pirate ships being sunk in many odd manners. As well as the death of four high-notoriety pirates from South and North Blue. But we didn't find any hard evidence about it until recently."
"Four high-notoriety pirates? Who?" Garp asked.
"Yes! Marin, the Blacksmith, Ulsa, the Red Skid. Molly Bean, the Matriarch, and Galio, the Salamander. With a reward of 25.000.000, 26.000.00, 23.000.000, and 27.000.000 bellys, respectively."
Sengoku and Garp knew that, while those numbers were anything to gawk at. Those pirates were just beginning their lives in the Grand Line. Rookies pirate with quite a large reward still.
"We only knew who it was until the last one. When a girl took a photo of the woman. The girl said that the woman used strange powers like white lights and sort of... lasers. The girl also stated that the woman was made out of the strange dark mist with flames and electricity and that she knocked the rest of the pirates by looking at them."
The marine stated, and such information brought some concern to both marines veterans of the past age.
"A logia user, no doubt. However, I doubt it is just that," Sengoku muttered. "Light powers, lasers, flames, electricity, and Conqueror Haki."
Sengoku has yet to see a combination of so many powers at once. It could be part of whatever Devil Fruit she ate. But, at the same time. There was something bigger than just that. And Sengoku could feel it. This woman wasn't just another person roaming around. She was definitely not a rookie pirate, either. Not at all. However, what worried him, was that there wasn't any doubt in his mind that she was a Lunarian.
That in itself was a huge deal already. And because of that. Sengoku needed help to send a few marines ships to search for her.
"Sengoku, if she is indeed a Lunarian, you know what this means," Garp murmured. "You have to notify them."
"I know," Sengoku whispered. "We must do what we have."
Garp narrowed his eyes at him. "She hasn't done anything bad. She even took care of some filthy pirates, and you want to put a bounty on her only because of them?!"
Sengoku didn't reply at all. "It's my duty."
"Tch! Do as you will!"
Garp only stormed out of his office. He did not like his friend's response at all. Sengoku only sighed as he sat down on his chair. "Prepare my ship. I must go to Mary Geoise."
On the Going Merry, it was just another normal day for the Straw Hat pirates. However, one would never use such a word when referring to the Straw Hat crew. Nevertheless, it was a day a certain new member was getting used to. Nico Robin lived now with this strange set of people who threw her plans out of the window. And practically forced her to keep on living.
Robin was going with the wind right now. She had no plans or desires to think about her life.
"Oi! Usopp, I got some fish!"
"Nice, Luffy! Wait... but you're going to eat it all! We need more!"
"More! More! More!"
"Chopper, help me with this...! I got a new fishing technique! I call it Usopp's Fish Star!"
"Amazing!"
Nico chuckled at the interactions. They were quite the handful bunch.
"Robin~!" Sanji arrived, almost flying at her side. "Here, I brought you some tea and dessert."
"Thank you, Sanji."
"I'll do anything for you, Robin~!"
Again, Robin chuckled, but she focused on a seagull flying around. It was carrying the news.
"Nami, could I borrow you some coins for the newspaper?"
"Oh, no problem!" Nami replied as she approached her.
After giving it a few coins, she picked up the newspaper and started reading it. At first, there wasn't anything out of the ordinary. Robin hummed slowly, losing interest by the second.
"Oh, Robin, look, a bounty fell off the newspaper!" Chopper spoke, and Robin glanced down at the floor. She picked the bounty paper up and slowly turned it around just to see who was the next person being hunted down by the government. Robin expected to see other rookie pirates trying to make a name for themselves. Still, nothing prepared her for what was there. The shock was big that she dropped her cup of tea.
"Impossible...!" Robin's reaction was enough to bring everyone's attention to whatever she was watching. Even Zoro, who was sleeping, seemed to wake up by the newest member of their crew's reactions.
Soon they all simply gasped, and for different reasons.
"That... this is...! She... She is beautiful~!" Sanji exclaimed, slowly becoming unable to hold his own anymore. Such beauty was beyond his wildest dreams. Nothing he had seen before could compare to such grace, beauty, and elegance. An angel was brought down from the heavens.
"Whoah! She is a beauty!" Usopp added, shocked to see something so divine and gorgeous.
"She is so pretty!" Chopper agreed; watching the picture made the childlike reindeer blush.
The rest could only agree. "Like a Goddes!" Nami even admitted.
Even Zoro didn't gawk at women like a certain chef and was startled by what he saw. Yet, just like the rest, they saw those black-feater wings. The silver-white hair and golden eyes.
"Wow! Why does she have wings?!" Luffy asked with the excitement of a small child. "She looks so cool!"
"Is she an angel?" Chopper asked.
"No," Robin replied. "She is a Lunarian."
Everyone looked at Robin, wondering what does that mean. "They were once a race from the Red Line. They were thought to be Gods. But under unknown circumstances, they went extinct."
Robin whispered, almost afraid of the things she was saying. However, her newly named captain thought differently.
"Gods? So cool! Shishishi!" Luffy chuckled.
However, across the world, reactions were different.
On Totto Land, Charlotte Linlin, better known as Big Mom, stared at the bounty with a big sadistic smile. "Finally!" The Yonko whispered excitedly.
"Perospero! Come here! I want you to bring something for me!"
Big Mom wasn't the only one thinking the same.
On the island of Wano, Kaido, the King of the Beasts, stared at the bounty with a cruel, nasty grin. "King, you're not alone anymore."
Kaido's second in command, whose face and the body were covered in his armor like-clothes, seemed to be showing no emotion. But that would be a lie. His body was trembling, either from excitement or anger.
"An a female nonetheless!" Kaido boasted loudly, but there was cruelty in his eyes and some sort of fascination. "You two are the last of the Lunarians."
King didn't reply.
"You know what to do," Kaido said before smirking again.
On board the Moby Dick, Whitebear only hummed while looking at the bounty. Of all things that could happen, a Lunarian appearing wasn't one of them. And adding her presence to his growing concerns wasn't good for him.
"This age is changing way too fast," Whitebear grumbled but cracked a smile. "Roger, you old fool. Never losing time to mess with things."
The last of the emperors of the seas stared at the bounty and, just like the rest of the world, wondered what it could mean.
"The government is smarter than bringing this topic out to the public. Yet, I wonder."
"Captain! You saw it?"
Red-Hair, Shanks, drank a bit of his sake and hummed deeply. "I wonder, what types of secrets does she know?" Shank muttered to himself.
"What do you think, captain Roger?" Shank beamed, looking at the future with high hopes for a certain Straw Hat boy.
The new age surely looked entertaining enough, no doubt.
Yet, another figure emerged from within the shadows. The most dangerous criminal in the world stared at the news with an almost deadly glare in his eyes. Monkey D. Dragon's thoughts were fixated on many things, a lot of things of great importance. However, the current news has made him seek some solace and quiet.
"A Lunarian appearing now is not a coincidence, and the World Government making it public either," Dragon said, wondering what the Five Elders were planning on doing with her. Nevertheless, he realized that soon enough. That Lunarian would be hunted down by people all over the world. And regardless of what the World Government and those Celestial Dragons wanted from that Lunarian. Dragon won't let them get away with it.
And while the world was moving around quite fast and slowly preparing for an entertaining new age. Galadriel sat on the back of a moving island, enjoying the sun. And enjoying as many desserts as she wanted since one of the Devil Fruits Galadriel ate allowed her to transform objects into any type of cake she wanted. And even ice creams. Truly one of her most powerful Devil Fruits.
"Mmhm, I am worth more than this. But Roger was right. They will hunt me down if I claim I am a Lunarian. Amusing," Galadriel huffed, annoyed, as she stared at her new bounty. "They didn't put my full name... and they named me a Queen...really? Why?"
Galadriel groaned. What was the point of giving her name if they weren't going to use it correctly? "Well, at least the photo of me is nice," she muttered.
Galadriel, the Lunarian Queen.
Wanted Alive!
320.000.000 Bellys!
