One Piece Explosion Art

With sleepy eyes, Ye Chen didn't want to get up even though he had been woken up by peeing. Instead, he turned over and decided to hold on because he really didn't want to get up.

Suddenly, a stench spread to the tip of his nose, causing Ye Chen to open his eyes.

A buzzing round-headed fly was flying everywhere, and one stopped on the bridge of Ye Chen's nose, flicking its tentacles, as if laughing at Ye Chen.

The stench was like being in a stinking ditch or a place full of garbage. The smell was so irritating that Ye Chen rolled his eyes and became ecstatic.

When he just woke up, Ye Chen was still a little confused. He endured the indescribable smell, got up, and looked at the scene in front of him. His face was extremely green and his pupils were wide open.

What about my Simmons bed? What about my bedroom? Why do I sleep in the garbage?

At a glance, his eyes were full of all kinds of garbage. To a fly, this place was simply heaven, but to Ye Chen, this place was hell.

No, my gaze is a little low, and it feels like something is different.

Lowering his head, looking at his short legs, the tattered rags, and the body odor of drunkenness, a wail resounded from the garbage pile to the sky.

An hour later, in the shabby ruins on the periphery of the Chambord Islands, No. 1 to 29, not far from the garbage dump, Ye Chensheng sat helplessly against the wall, his eyes unwavering, like a fool, looking at far away.

Happiness, excitement, excitement, and fear surrounded Ye Chen's entire body and mind at this moment.

He knew that he had traveled through time, inexplicably and without any warning.

Moreover, it is still the world of One Piece.

At first, Ye Chen was excited, thinking, as long as I eat a natural devil fruit, it won't be like flying in seconds.

I am going to become the destiny pig's foot. From now on, won't I reach the pinnacle of my life?

As a single aristocrat who cannot live without a computer, Ye Chen still has some understanding of some animations, movies, and novels. Although he has only seen half of One Piece and plans to fatten up before killing him, but now it seems that he is far from personal experience. stimulation.

In those few minutes, Ye Chen thought a lot, thinking that if he followed Luffy and waited to die, no matter what happened, he could become a legend in the future.

This is one of those unambitious ideas.

However, the next reality made him fall into an ice cellar and float into the clouds.

5. That’s right, now this guy has small arms and legs, is not much thinner, and has the body of only or years old. He is the street villain who just started to hang out with Crocodile Crocodile in the Shichibu Sea, and he still can’t survive three episodes. The kind of small character who gets killed instantly.

Booger Man, what a noble title.

A devil fruit that explodes in the sky has become a waste. The main means of attack is booger. I ask you if you are afraid, if your heart hurts, if you want to kill him.

I learned from my memory that the explosive fruit this guy ate was dug out of a garbage dump. He didn't eat it for long, and then he died inexplicably, which made Ye Chen happy.

How great and dedicated this is, he is simply a living Buddha.

Unable to wait, Ye Chen came to his senses and shook off the messy memories in his mind. With a serious look on his face, he stretched out his little finger and put it in his nostrils.

Accompanied by a sense of comfort, it's very good. It's as big as a fly. How can this guy breathe?

Naturally, Ye Chen understood the most basic use of the explosive fruit. After popping the booger, Ye Chen did not blink and watched the booger fall to the ground like a parabola.

"Zi"

A black smoke the size of a chopstick rose, then a spark flashed past, and it was gone, just gone.

Ye Chen, who was hiding behind a wall with his butt stuck out and his head poking around, opened his mouth slightly, looking stupid.

What about explosion? What about roaring feeling? What about life?

Damn, such a big booger didn't even make a splash, it just smoked, flashed a spark and then disappeared.

Even when I was a kid, I couldn't compare to the cannonballs I played. Is this devil fruit fake?

Exploding fruit, isn’t it the kind of fruit that booms, explodes in the sky, and is full of art?

Previously, I had extravagant hopes, saying that there was nothing that couldn't be solved by one explosion. If it didn't work, then it would be done twice.

Damn it, according to this situation, it doesn’t matter how many times you come here. The pinnacle of life, the sky and the air every second, it’s all fake.

After coming out of the broken wall, Ye Chen regained his composure, sat down seriously, and began to think about life.

Recalling the memories in my mind, well, 5 has never known who his parents were since he was a child, and has been living in the garbage dump. It's good, nothing wrong with him.

The devil fruit he ate was indeed an explosive fruit, because this information was clearly imprinted in Ye Chen's mind. At this moment, Ye Chen was 5, and 5 was Ye Chen, so there was no big problem.

It's perfect, no flaws at all, but there are some discrepancies in this script.

After calming down, Ye Chen began to think. After a few minutes, he came to an answer, that is, any devil fruit needs to be developed and use physical strength as the driving force.

Now Ye Chen's body is only 12 or 13 years old, and he looks very sick. He is malnourished at first glance. Let alone developing a devil fruit, even surviving is a problem.

The most important thing at the moment is to solve the problem of food and accommodation, otherwise all the talk about YY and Secondary School will be just a cloud.

But what can a twelve or thirteen year old do?

The most important thing is that the ability is currently in a state of sparking fire. Let alone the lethality, even lighting a fire may not be faster than drilling wood to make fire.

Traveling through time was not as beautiful as imagined. At least, Ye Chen encountered difficulties.

"This should be the Shampoo Islands"

Pulling himself together, Ye Chen looked at the unique scenery of the Chambord Islands and made some comparisons.

The Chambord Islands are both safe and dangerous. After all, there are many monsters and monsters here. With my small body, it’s better not to go wandering there.

Set a small goal first, for example, eat a full meal first.

Ye Chen held his stomach, feeling empty. Previously, he was too excited to feel anything due to time travel, but now that he stopped, the feeling was overwhelming.

After walking out of the dilapidated ruins, Ye Chen walked towards the street to see if he could find an opportunity.

While walking and thinking, Ye Chen tried his best to recall the plot. It seemed that there was a big boss hidden here. However, as soon as Ye Chen combined his small body and age, even if he didn't know the timeline, he could roughly guess that Roger might be there now. He hasn't become the Pirate King yet.

As for why 5 appeared in the Chambord Islands and had such a miserable life, Ye Chen had no way of knowing. After all, everyone has a story.

The most important thing is that when I was watching anime in my previous life, I only knew 5 because of the Explosive Fruit. He was a famous person. He developed the Heaven-defying Fruit into one of the soy sauce products. It was hard not to hear about it.

What is an explosion? In short, the first thing that Ye Chen thinks of is a nuclear bomb. When I am incompetent and don't like it, I will give you a nuclear bomb. If one fails, I will give you two and directly level you.

Although this dream is somewhat far-fetched so far, I can't hold back Ye Chen's restless heart.

For a time, the novelty of time travel made Ye Chen so excited that he forgot what kind of world this was.

Because what I saw and experienced personally was completely like heaven and hell.

Suddenly, a shadow enveloped him, and before Ye Chen could struggle, he lost consciousness and fell into a coma.

Before he fell into coma, what he heard was a loud, wild laugh, extremely twisted.

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