Bruh, This fanfic seems interesting when I saw it first, I came on here to see if anyone had translated but sadly no1 had, but maybe I overlooked, can someone pls tell me if it was translated, I wanna read it, not translate it -_-)9 ... I've translated 5 chaps so far but I'll stop for now and see if anyone translated it, before I continue, anyway here, happy reading ig? 1.8k words
Chapter 1 Fishman Brett
Situated in the latter part of the Grand Line, within the waters referred to as the New World, there lies an uninhabited island known as Punk Hazard.
This island, characterized by its rolling mountains, is enveloped in dense forests yet remains deserted. Even pirates shy away from docking here due to its proximity to a naval base.
However, this is merely a facade.
Beneath the surface of this island exists a vast experimental facility. This site hosts the naval scientific division, where various advanced research initiatives, unknown to the outside world, are conducted discreetly.
Deep within the facility, in a fully metallic chamber, Brett was performing squats, drenched in perspiration.
Brett appears quite youthful, being merely sixteen years of age, yet stands over three meters in height. He possesses a tall, muscular frame that does not present as bulky.
His excessively fair skin gives a softer appearance to his otherwise rugged features.
Having clearly exerted himself for an extended period, his garments were soaked, yet he continued to squat and rise with mechanical precision.
The rationale behind his relentless effort is straightforward. Due to the handcuffs on his wrists and shackles on his ankles, he is restricted to performing relatively basic exercises.
Importantly, Brett was not at this research facility in the capacity of a researcher. On the contrary, he had been brought there as the subject of study.
"Agh—"
Ultimately, Brett reached the limits of his endurance and collapsed to the floor with a thud. He gasped for breath, remaining on the ground for a duration until his respiration gradually stabilized.
"I wonder how Arlong and the others are faring? They likely are not in good condition."
Turning sideways, he awkwardly leaned against the wall while speaking to himself.
The awkwardness stemmed from a pronounced dorsal fin protruding from his back, which pierced through his clothing, hindering him from fully leaning against the wall.
Upon closer inspection, one could observe three slits on either side of Brett's neck, his teeth were notably sharp, and webs between his fingers were subtly discernible.
"Honestly, do I truly have the luxury to worry about them? I can hardly defend myself. "
Brett murmured to himself.
I must be the most unfortunate time traveler, wouldn't you agree?
This is a realization I only recently attained. It seems that I have traversed into a different timeline, originating from a realm entirely distinct from this ocean.
Yet the reality we currently inhabit is a comic series I followed in my previous existence.
Time travel legitimately exists in this realm, enabling one to venture into the world depicted in comic books.
All I can articulate is that it is extraordinary.
In this world, Brett hails from a nation that links the initial and latter segments of the Grand Line, specifically the Fishman Island, situated 10,000 meters beneath the ocean, where both fishmen and mermaids reside.
To be precise, it is Fishman Street located on Fishman Island, where Brett spent the first thirteen years of his existence.
Brett is classified as a fishman, albeit not entirely so.
His appearance indicates that he resembles humans more than fish-men.
He is of mixed heritage, or a half-blood.
One of his parents was a fish-man or mermaid, imparting to him the fish-man lineage, while the other contributed human blood. The specific roles of his parents remain unknown to him, as they have not reunited.
However, this lack of knowledge is inconsequential. Regardless of his lineage, it does not change the fact that he was abandoned on Fishman Street.
This location is recognized as the most disorderly area on Fish-Man Island. Originally intended as an orphanage, it subsequently transformed into a haven for troubled youth.
Brett faced numerous hardships here due to his unique status.
Fortunately, the leader of Fishman Street, a man known as Fisher Tiger, was unwilling to witness the demise of a child bearing fishman blood.
Brett navigated his childhood and gradually earned the respect of the fish people residing in Fishman Street through his physical attributes.
From a young age, he has followed in the footsteps of his older brothers, Tiger, Jinbe, and Arlong. Naturally, his greatest admiration is for Tiger.
Thus, three years ago, when Tiger created a significant uproar in Mariejoia and returned to Fish-Man Island to establish the Sun Pirates, thirteen-year-old Brett joined without hesitation, becoming the youngest member of the crew.
After three years of unrestricted voyage, tragedy struck.
They sought merely to return a particular child to their homeland but was betrayed by the island's inhabitants and confronted by the navy, leading to Brother Tiger's death.
Filled with rage, Brett chose to accompany the vengeful Arlong to retaliate against the humans on the island, yet he encountered an individual.
This individual would soon be recognized by the name "Kizaru. "
Reflecting on the brilliance that illuminated his vision that day, Brett continues to experience lingering apprehension.
The being exhibited unparalleled strength.
It was within that precarious moment between life and death that the memories, previously obscured by reincarnation, were ultimately fully retrieved.
Brett recollected everything.
However, it was too late; Brother Tiger had perished, and escape was impossible.
All were apprehended and transported to Impel Down.
Nevertheless, by that time, Brett, having regained memories of his former life, remained relatively unperturbed by these developments.
Due to his awareness that within a year at most, Jinbei would acquiesce to the government's proposal to accept the role of the new Warlord, ultimately resulting in the release of all detained members of the Sun Pirates, Brettt felt a sense of confidence.
Although Impel Down is known to be a harsh environment, Brettt possessed optimism that he could endure a duration of merely one year.
However, upon their arrival at Impel Down City, an unforeseen occurrence transpired.
All the fishmen were transported off the vessel to Impel Down, leaving Brett behind.
"Someone finds your bloodline particularly intriguing," Kizaru remarked.
Subsequently, Brett was taken to this facility.
He had not anticipated that the very power he had once depended on would become an impediment in his current situation.
His bloodline is indeed uniquely significant.
Brett is classified as a megalodon-type fish-man.
In this universe, the megalodon is recognized as an ancient fish that has long since vanished from the oceans. However, unlike its counterpart in a previous existence, in this reality, the megalodon is described as even more colossal—a super giant exceeding a kilometer in length. The Neptune type claims the title of the dominator of the sea, reigning supreme over the sea in ancient history.
Despite the megalodon's extinction, both fishmen and mermaids have inherited the bloodlines of all fish types. The bloodlines of newborns on Fishman Island manifest randomly. The genetic heritage of fishmen and mermaids carries remnants from ancient lineage.
Children born to the same pair of fish-man or mermaid parents often possess entirely different bloodlines, with all potential ancestral bloodlines possibly awakening.
Brett is fortunate, as his fishman lineage is traced from the megalodon, which has not been seen on Fishman Island for an exceptionally long time.
As a half-fishman, he thrived on Fishman Street, heavily supported by the advantages of his bloodline.
Distinct variations also exist among Fishmen. The megalodon undoubtedly ranks among the most elite bloodlines of all Fishmen.
The average strength of typical fishmen is tenfold that of ordinary humans, while Brett himself possesses strength approximately ten times greater than the average fishman. After years of rigorous training, he can certainly be regarded as a minor superhuman.
It was through this strength that he established a solid position within the Sun Pirates.
Nonetheless, it is precisely this strength that has drawn the attention of an individual named Vegapunk, who seeks to explore the ancient powers found within Breyt's bloodline.
As a result, Bright is currently being detained here.
It has been over three months since his confinement began.
Throughout these past three months, he has maintained a tranquil demeanor. He consumes the food provided by the navy, engages in solitary exercise during his free time, and cooperates willingly when his assistance is requested for research purposes.
The navy's demeanor towards him gradually became more lenient.
Thus—
"It must be nearly complete, correct? "
Brett contemplated taking action, as he did not wish for his life to stagnate within this establishment.
He entered the bathroom attached to the cell to take a shower, then lay on the bed in a state of confusion.
Time elapsed slowly.
"Here's your food fish "
The food delivery port beneath the secured metal door opened, and the naval officer outside delivered a dinner plate filled with food, simultaneously retrieving the empty plate that Brett had placed at the door.
Brett rose to his feet. Due to the shackles, his strides were limited, but he was able to move more than just by hopping.
Upon reaching the door to collect the dinner plate, Brett returned to the bed against the wall and began his meal.
The meal was abundant, comprising several slices of toasted white bread, accompanied by sizable portions of savory barbecue, a bowl of vegetable salad, a bowl of broth, and a substantial bottle of water.
The food was nutritionally balanced and calorically adequate.
It was difficult to fathom that such provisions were meant for prisoners.
There was no indication of prejudice against fish-men whatsoever.
Yet, Brett was aware that the sole reason for his favorable treatment was that Vegapunk intended for him to avoid malnutrition.
It was akin to fattening a white mouse.
However, Brett was indifferent, recognizing that receiving something enjoyable was preferable to having nothing at all.
Having accepted his circumstances, he preferred indulging in good food over deprivation.
Nevertheless, Brett did not completely consume the meal. In previous instances, even after thoroughly licking the plate, he could only consider himself eighty percent satiated. This evening, he ate at a gradually diminishing pace, ultimately leaving half of the food untouched and wearing a displeased expression.
Brett appeared to be discomforted. He eventually placed the dinner plate by the door, turned off the light, and reclined on the bed.
He laid restlessly on the bed, clutching his stomach and grimacing.
After half an hour of this, Brett found it impossible to sleep and rose to exercise again. He stood up, switched on the light, inverted himself in the center of the room, and commenced performing handstand push-ups.
This activity continued for over an hour, until he was once again drenched in sweat.
Subsequently, Brett's previously stable physique trembled, and suddenly, his body collapsed to the floor with a loud thud.
His expression contorted in desperation, appearing remarkably fierce with sweat covering him. His body curled like a shrimp, hands clutching his stomach, muscles twitching involuntarily.
He shifted his gaze towards a corner of the room before turning back with great effort, his teeth clenched tightly, stifling any sound.
It appeared as though he was suffering from a sudden affliction.