The True King In One Piece

The moment Michael made his choice, the white void shifted. The endless horizon rippled like disturbed water, and before he could react, a wave of warmth washed over him. His vision blurred, and when it cleared, he found himself standing in an entirely new place.

The room was unlike anything he had ever seen. It was neither futuristic nor medieval—it simply existed. The floor beneath him was made of polished marble that reflected his image like a mirror. The walls, if they could even be called that, shimmered with an ethereal glow, constantly shifting in color and pattern as if the space itself was alive.

Michael took a cautious step forward, scanning the environment. There were no doors, no windows, just an overwhelming sense of infinite space.

A voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Welcome to the Customization Chamber."

Michael turned sharply, and there, standing with the same amused expression, was Rob.

"You again," Michael muttered, exhaling deeply.

Rob chuckled. "Yes, me again. Now that you've chosen the Tournament of Power, you must prepare. Your old body is gone, and now you will create your new form."

Michael blinked. "Wait... what? I get to change how I look?"

Rob nodded. "Precisely. Your body will be designed to fit your new existence. Strength, endurance, agility—it all starts here. But be warned, while your appearance and physiology can be modified, your abilities will not be given freely. Power must be earned."

Michael took a deep breath. This was it—the start of his new life. If he was going to be reborn, he needed to ensure he had the perfect foundation.

He closed his eyes, searching his mind for the ideal image. Then, it hit him.

Gloxinia from Seven Deadly Sins… and Allen Walker.

A combination of the two would be perfect. He envisioned Gloxinia's long, flowing red hair, regal yet slightly wild, mixed with Allen Walker's sharp yet elegant features. His new form would be lithe yet strong, graceful yet powerful.

As he focused, his body began to glow. A mirror materialized before him, reflecting the changes as they occurred. His once short black hair grew, shifting into cascading crimson waves. His facial structure sharpened, giving him a regal yet ethereal look. His eyes—one a deep, piercing silver and the other glowing faintly with an otherworldly blue sigil—completed the transformation.

He flexed his hands, feeling a new sense of agility and power coursing through his limbs.

Rob nodded approvingly. "Not bad. A fine choice. Now, onto the next step."

Michael barely had time to process before the entire space around him collapsed inward. In an instant, he found himself standing before a massive, pulsating sphere of energy. It swirled with infinite colors, constantly shifting between familiar and alien hues. The sheer size of it dwarfed him, radiating an incomprehensible power.

He swallowed. "What is this?"

Rob smirked. "This, my dear contestant, is the Omniversal Selection Sphere. It contains every universe, every timeline, every possibility. When you reach inside, your fate will be decided."

Michael felt his stomach drop. "Wait… does that mean I could end up anywhere?"

Rob grinned. "Indeed. From Marvel to Dragon Ball, from the darkest horror realms to even the most... questionable universes."

Michael's face paled as an intrusive thought hit him. Oh God… what if I end up in Boku no Pico?!

He shivered violently, recalling the time his ex-girlfriend had tricked him into watching it. A deep sense of trauma resurfaced.

"Nope. Not happening," he muttered, taking a step forward.

Rob laughed. "Well, you better pray to whatever higher force you believe in, because once you put your hand in, there's no turning back."

Michael took a deep breath, reaching out toward the swirling mass of energy. As his fingers made contact, the sphere roared to life, spiraling around his arm and pulling him in. Energy coursed through him as countless universes flashed before his eyes.

The Marvel Universe. The DC Universe. Demon Slayer. Bleach. Pokémon. My Little Pony—Oh hell no!

The sensation intensified, his mind spinning as possibilities collapsed and narrowed. He gritted his teeth, praying with every fiber of his being. Not something cursed, not something cursed, NOT SOMETHING CURSED!

Then, everything stopped.

A single name burned itself into his vision.

ONE PIECE.

His eyes widened as realization set in. "No way…"

Rob clapped his hands together. "Ah, now that's a fantastic choice! Good, good! One of my personal favorites."

Michael exhaled in relief. "Holy shit. I thought I was gonna get something… worse."

Rob chuckled. "Count yourself lucky. Now, onto the final phase."

The space around them twisted again, and in the blink of an eye, they were back in the white room. Rob's playful expression faded into something more serious.

"Before you go, you must understand the rules of the Tournament," Rob said, his tone carrying weight.

Michael straightened. "I'm listening."

Rob raised a hand. "Rule number one: The Tournament will begin once every participant reaches the age of eighteen in their respective worlds. Until then, you will live, grow, and prepare."

Michael nodded. That gave him time. Time to train, time to learn the world, time to become strong enough to survive.

"Rule number two," Rob continued, "After every match, you will return to your world to continue preparing. Win, and you move forward. Lose… and you die."

Michael felt his breath hitch. "Wait. Die die?"

Rob's expression darkened. "Not just die. Erased. Your soul will be completely wiped from existence."

A chill ran down Michael's spine. This wasn't just some game. The stakes were absolute.

"Rule number three," Rob pressed on. "Only the top 300 competitors are granted survival if they lose. Anyone else… well, let's just say you don't want to be outside that ranking."

Michael clenched his fists. So that means if I'm not strong enough, I won't just lose—I'll be erased entirely.

"Rule number four: Every participant is granted three wishes to aid them in their journey."

Michael's ears perked up. Wishes? That could be a game-changer.

"But," Rob added with a smirk, "no two people can have the same wish. If someone else takes it first, it's gone."

Michael frowned. "So if someone wishes for, I don't know, Ultra Instinct or something, no one else can have it?"

Rob nodded. "Correct. Choose wisely."

Michael exhaled. That makes things tricky. If there are powerful contenders, the best wishes might already be taken.

"Rule number five," Rob continued, "if you die before using a wish, it resets and becomes available for someone else."

Michael tapped his chin. "So in theory, someone could strategically wait for another participant to die and take their wish?"

Rob grinned. "Exactly. It adds an interesting layer to the competition, doesn't it?"

Michael scowled. "Interesting isn't the word I'd use."

Rob waved him off. "Final rule: If you are dissatisfied with your assigned universe, you may choose to transfer to another one. However—" Rob held up a finger, "doing so will cost you five years of your life. And during that time, you cannot train."

Michael's eyes widened. That was a huge risk. Five years of wasted time could mean the difference between life and death.

Rob clapped his hands together. "And that concludes the briefing! Any questions?"

Michael exhaled. "Just one… When do I start?"

Rob grinned. "Right now."

Before Michael could react, the world around him shattered into nothingness.