The year 1512 of the sea round calendar.

Twelve years ago, he suddenly traveled to the world of One Piece, which did not make Monchi · D. Silver felt a hint of excitement, and after crossing over, he would have starved to death if he hadn't been picked up by Karp.

Later, when he grew up, he was raised with Luffy Ace, and it didn't make him excited, but in front of a good brother, he didn't expect to be any One Piece or Navy King.

His dream is to live well, and let Luffy Ace live well with some secrets.

And God seems unwilling to let him be so ordinary, Karp suddenly tells him to join the Navy and registers him for the boot camp at the Navy headquarters.

I'm a husky, and he can get into the boot camp of the Navy Headquarters, and sooner or later he will be played to death by Zefa.

The resistance was fruitless, and Luffy Ace was beaten down by Karp, and after staging a life and death, Silver was still caught by Karp under the armpit and got on the black ship.

Somewhere in the East China Sea, on the Karp warship.

Monchi S. D. Silver left Windmill Village for the first time since he was picked up by Karp twelve years ago, but he wasn't excited at all.

Karp's special dog-headed warship rode the wind and waves, and the silver who went to sea for the first time stood beside the ship and blew the salty and wet sea breeze sullenly. Behind him are Navy soldiers doing their jobs, and Karp is leisurely eating doughnuts.

"Old man, let's say it first, when I go to the Navy Headquarters, I will listen to the tune and not listen to the announcement, and if you promise me, I will agree to be a navy." After thinking about it for a long time, Silver turned to lean back against the hull railing and said with a squinting smile that hasn't changed all year round.

What is the navy, a three-danger profession that is easy to be taken out by pirates, easy to be taken out by the world government, and easy to be taken out by fellow naval colleagues.

"What does it mean to listen to the tune and not listen to the announcement?" Karp was stunned, he couldn't comprehend such a lofty word with his small brain capacity.

"It's just that you say yours and I do mine, and I can do it if there is a task, but you can't care what I mean." It's a bit of a disagreement, but that's what Silver wants to say.

"Fuck off, Lao Tzu is your grandfather, I can't care about you, who can care about you." Silver's wish was over before it even began.

Since then, there has been a young man with light purple hair on the bow of a warship with a dog's head, a delicate face but a sigh, even if he is sighing, the smile on his face has not disappeared, it is still the squinting smile that he does not understand.

I really don't know how his smile is maintained in the sigh, this is already a Guinness Book of Records.

A few days later, the headquarters of the Navy.

Karp dragged his loveless silver collar and strode towards the boot camp.

"Boy, it's here, if you say anything to me or not, I'll let you taste what the 'Iron Fist of Love' tastes like." Karp threatened with a fist the size of a casserole.

Silver nodded, and continued to live without love.

Karp, as a naval hero, stuffed himself into boot camp for a matter of just a sentence. But Silver is going to suffer after that, thinking about these places that rely on strength to speak, people like Silver who come in through the back door are the objects of exclusion.

After registering for boot camp, Karp dropped the silver at his future residence, clapped his hands and turned to leave.

There is no comfort, no encouragement, and no precautions.

Xin Haoyin was also familiar with Karp's approach, and walked into the room to open the admission letter of the boot camp and read it.

The opening is the same as the opening sentence of those universities, all of which are congratulations to so-and-so on being lucky enough to be admitted to xxx, and the theme is after a lot of nonsense.

Please report to Chief Instructor Zefa tomorrow, and then it's gone.

What a fuck! Silver cursed, threw away the notice, and jumped on the bed to lie down.

Because Silver has always squinted, and he doesn't know when he closed his eyes, and as soon as his mind moved, Silver's mind entered a void and empty space.

It was pitch black, and the light of the stars flickered in it, but it could not light up the dark space.

Directly in front of him was a short knife similar to the rib gap, with a rounded hilt.

When it touched it, the same short knife vibrated against the back of the silver.

This is what Silver has had since he came to this world, and it has become a knife from a point of light, and at the same time the point of light has become a knife, there is also an identical knife in the outside world.

This is the system in which he crossed over to Goldfinger and did not know what system.

Holding the knife, something that looked like an attribute bar landed in front of Silver.

War Spirit: Ichimaru Gin

Weapons: Sharpshooter

Proficiency: 5/100

Energy required to activate the next Battle Spirit: 0/1000

"It's a miserable statistic, but I never intended to use him, if it weren't for Old Man Karp throwing me into the boot camp, I would have used a sharpshooter to cut fruit at most."

Looking at this data, Silver said as if laughing at himself.

He is probably the only one who has a golden finger and does not want to make progress, and the others are not running for Long Aotian.

There is no system girl or system handsome butler who comes out to explain, and the lazy nature of Silver has been studying the use of magic spears for more than ten years, especially when using skills.

And the energy is clueless, he didn't care about it before, and he should care about it now, he doesn't want to be touched while he sleeps.

In order to survive, he had to start getting stronger.

Exiting the space, Silver walked out of the room and began his first training session for real.

The room that Karp arranged for him was still good, with a small courtyard in the house with a few stones. Silver stepped forward and pulled out a sharpshooter and dug two handles on the stone with the knife skills he had trained for more than ten years.

Picking up the rocks on his back and grasping the handles with both hands, Silver began to leap and leap.

No matter what, you must practice your feet well, and you can run even if you can't win!

Silver is out of the way, no matter how good the magic weapon is given to him, he will only take it to chop vegetables.

Karp, who was standing on the roof at some point, saw Silver who had started exercising, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly. Jumped off the roof with his hands in his pockets and walked triumphantly in a figure-eight step.

And at this moment, in the office of the boot camp, Zefa was holding the notice of the transfer student and frowned.

"Karp's grandson?"

"What's so similar to Karp's rough stuff?" Looking at the handsome young man with light purple hair in the photo, Zefa complained.

And the reason why Zefa's brows are furrowed is not this, but the remarks written below, without any training, he applied to join the elite class of the boot camp.

If Silver knew that he was going to the elite class, he would definitely burst into tears.

Zefa didn't have to think about it to know that it must have been Karp's doing.

A person who has not undergone any training enters the elite class and will be thrown out half-dead in less than an hour.

"Tomorrow, I'll inspect Karp's grandson, and if it doesn't work, throw it into the ordinary class, it's a big deal to fight with Karp's old guy."