I Brought Brainrot (Tiktok) to the One Piece World

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East Blue, unnamed fishing village, evening

Old Maori sat in front of his creaky wooden house, his rough fingers swiping across his phone screen. In the video, a man was using an Impact Dial to blast a wild boar into the air.

He stared at the blue light glowing on the surface of the Dial, his fists clenching unconsciously, his knuckles turning white.

"Too real..." he muttered in a low voice, his throat hoarse as if weathered by decades of sea wind.

What happened last week was still vivid in his memory—that damned sea beast, as big as a fishing boat, its fangs easily tearing through fishing nets.

The village pooled money for him to buy a musket, and what happened?

It cost him a full half-month's income, the broken gun he bought jammed after firing three shots, and the bullets were outrageously expensive.

Not to mention the repair cost; the old man at the blacksmith's squinted, tinkered a bit, and charged him two thousand Berry, all with an expression that said, "Fix it or don't, I don't care."

"Bah!" Old Maori spat on the ground, remembering how he'd squatted on the dock with the broken gun that day, listening to the sea beast arrogantly thrashing in the distance, feeling utterly stifled.

Later, he saw an advertisement for the Impact Dial on the Straw Hat Crew's shopping cart—"Five hundred Berry, one hit kill!"

He didn't believe it at first, but he had no other choice, so he gritted his teeth and bought two.

As a result,

"Old Maori! Quick! That beast is back!" Villagers' shouts came from the distance.

He suddenly stood up, grabbed the Impact Dial hanging on the wall, and strode towards the dock.

The sea surged, the sea beast's dorsal fin cutting through the water, charging towards the fishing nets.

"Come on, you bastard!" Old Maori roared, pressing the Impact Dial against a dock piling. The moment the sea beast hit, the Dial "buzzed" with blue light, absorbing the full impact.

He grinned, turned, aimed at the sea, and pressed the release button,

"Boom!"

A visible shockwave exploded, the sea surface caved in, and water splashed several meters high.

The sea beast howled as it was flipped over, belly up, drifting dizzily on the water.

The dock was silent for a moment, then erupted in cheers.

Old Maori looked down at the Dial in his hand, his rough fingers stroking its surface, and murmured:

"It's really... damn... useful."

The other villagers were dumbfounded by the sight, all running over to ask what it was, then frantically placing orders!

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Goa Kingdom - Gray Terminal

The lingering rays of the setting sun cast spotted light through the gaps in the mountain of garbage onto the rusted metal roofs.

Ten ragged teenagers huddled around a discarded oil drum, their eyes fixed on the salvaged mobile phone.

"Look! It's starting!" A boy missing a front tooth excitedly slapped his companion's shoulder.

In the video, the Impact Dial erupted with dazzling blue light, and the wild boar's massive body was blasted away like a rag doll, breaking three thick tree trunks in succession.

The teenagers simultaneously drew a sharp breath, a chorus of "hiss——" sounds filling the damp, stuffy air.

"This is much more powerful than Old Jack's shotgun!" Sam, the freckled leader, suddenly stood up, his amber eyes shining brightly in his dirty face.

He copied the movements in the video: "No reloading, no maintenance, just five hundred Berry!"

Ellie, the red-haired girl curled up on the outer edge, counted on her fingers: "Last time Old Jack sold bullets, the cheapest were 120 Berry each..." Her voice suddenly choked, "If... if we had this back then..."

A silence fell over the teenagers.

They all remembered that rainy night three months ago, when a group of drunk pirates broke into the shantytown. Old Jack held up his prized double-barreled shotgun, but the damp gunpowder failed to ignite, and he was ultimately killed by those pirates while protecting them!

Sam suddenly punched the rusty iron sheet, making a dull "bang": "We'll pool our money!"

He pulled out his worn cloth wallet, hidden close to his body, and poured out a few warm coins, "Buy this, and see who dares bully us from now on!"

"Right! Let those pirates taste being blasted away too!"

"We can protect Auntie Jacky's tavern!"

"No more sleeping in the garbage dump!"

"...."

The teenagers shouted excitedly, their dirty little hands pulling out their treasured coins.

Ellie carefully took a gold coin from her braid—she had found it in a noble district's drainpipe last year and had been reluctant to use it.

Sam solemnly accepted each coin, lining them up neatly on the oil drum.

When the fifteenth coin dropped, he took a deep breath,

"Recharge all of it!"

Soon, the phone showed a successful recharge message,

"Oh my god, we actually have five thousand Berry!"

"Ellie's gold coin must have done it!"

"That's right, gold coins are the most valuable!"

"Ellie, you're amazing!"

"Ordered!" He clicked the Straw Hat Crew's shopping link to place the order, holding up the phone high. The blue light from the screen illuminated each young yet determined face, "When the goods arrive, we'll go to the abandoned shipyard in West Town for special training!"

Soon,

A small black vortex appeared above the phone, and ten Impact Dials clattered down from it,

Looking at these Impact Dials, the eyes of the group of children grew brighter and brighter!

In the distance, the high wall in the twilight made the golden dome of the palace appear even more dazzling. But in this dark corner, in the eyes of the ten teenagers, a flame called "hope" ignited for the first time.

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West Blue - Black Oak Lumber Camp

The scorching midday sun baked the mountain of logs, and the scent of pine resin mixed with the salty tang of sweat steamed in the air.

More than twenty sweaty lumberjacks huddled under a makeshift shed, wood chips still clinging to their tanned arms, watching a mobile phone with great interest.

"Look at this part!" Bax, the foreman with a full beard, poked the screen with a resin-stained finger.

In the video, a mud-covered Impact Dial still glowed blue in the heavy rain, blasting a wild boar ten meters away.

"Good heavens, no maintenance needed at all!" Bax's raspy voice shook the dust from the shed roof.

He held up his old musket wrapped in waterproof cloth, "This piece of junk got rained on last month, and I took it apart for three days, but it still wasn't dry!"

Ed, strong and young, slapped his thigh: "Last week my gun barrel overheated and warped, almost blew my fingers off!"

He held out his right hand, wrapped in a dirty cloth strip, brown medicine stains spreading on the bandage.

The crowd suddenly fell silent.

Everyone remembered the pirates who attacked during the rainy season last year.

At that time, a dozen muskets all misfired, and they could only watch as three months' wages were stolen.

Old Joseph's son was on that day...

There was a moment of silence among the group, then Karl, the tall, thin lumber handler, suddenly spoke up, "You can wear this thing on your waist." He copied the movements in the video, "When those sons of bitches pirates lift your coat, they'll think they're reaching for your money pouch—"

He made a gesture of pressing something against his abdomen, "Boom! Send them straight to the Sea Kings!"