One Piece: Holy Light Swordmaster

"Tsk, such poor mental fortitude. You call yourselves pirates? Just a bunch of third-rate thugs at best." 

At the bow of the ship, Wright picked up his bundle and sword sheath, dragging his long blade behind him as he headed toward the cabin. The stark contrast between the length of the sword and his small frame was striking. 

As they stared at the nearly cleared deck, the pirates felt their worldview shatter into pieces.

Walking away, Wright muttered under his breath:

"My white shirt! The bloodstains won't come out, and this hole… Damn that fat bastard!"

"You lot over there, stop gawking! If you're not dead, start cleaning this place up!"

"If you chose to set sail as pirates, looting and plundering at will, you'd better be prepared to meet someone who'll cut you down without hesitation!"

"Inventory all the supplies on board. Deal with the corpses—haul in anyone still alive in the water, but leave the dead. Oh, and find someone who can actually string a sentence together to meet me in the captain's quarters!"

As the terrifying child and his monstrous blade disappeared into the cabin, the remaining pirates were left trembling.

Wright poked his head out of the cabin, startling the group once more. He casually pointed at a pirate with relatively minor injuries. "You, come here and show me the way. Prepare the cleanest room on this ship for me. Remember—clean!"

The unlucky pirate, now designated as the guide, followed Wright into the cabin to tidy up a room.

Meanwhile, the survivors on deck were left with jelly-like legs, nearly collapsing from relief. Some even broke down in tears of joy.

Sure, they had expected to face death in this line of work. But to be slaughtered like livestock? That was too much to bear. Who wouldn't want to live if they had the choice?

…

After shooing away the quivering guide, who couldn't even form a coherent sentence, Wright ordered him to find someone with a functional brain to report back. Then, he sprawled on the captain's luxurious bed with a satisfied sigh.

His long sword stood propped against the bed, the hilt adorned with a gentleman's hat. The bloodstained white shirt had been replaced with a fresh one. The bed was clean and comfortable, though the now-dead captain's appearance had been... "unique." At least he knew how to enjoy life.

"Holy Light... The power of Retribution really is simple and brutal."

"The combination of physical attacks imbued with holy damage and the burning effect of holy fire… It all seems to rely heavily on slashing as the core attack form."

"It seems I need to improve my swordsmanship to better utilize the power of Holy Light's Retribution—or perhaps find a better blade. That won't be easy."

"My understanding of the power of Protection is still shallow. Right now, it's only enhancing my physical attributes, and I can't always activate defensive measures in time."

Shaking his head, Wright opened his palm, revealing a golden glow swirling in his hand.

"First real combat experience, and I've already been taught a lesson. Guess it's true what they say… villains meet their end through—cough—well, I need to stay alert on the battlefield. If it weren't for the unreasonable healing powers of Holy Light, I'd have been done for."

"It's been six years since I came to this world. Once I confirmed this was the pirate world and not Azeroth... I felt oddly relieved."

"Azeroth is a world where planetary destruction is just another Tuesday. With so many powerful races and catastrophic threats, it's far too dangerous. On the other hand, the power systems here in the pirate world are less defined—Devil Fruits are chaotic game-changers…"

Six years ago, Wright had transmigrated into the body of the second son of a noble family in the Goa Kingdom. The original spoiled brat had run away from home and promptly been scared to death—literally—by a ferocious stray dog.

That's how Wright inherited the body.

In his past life, Wright had been a hardcore World of Warcraft player, a devout fan of the Holy Light class, and an incurable idealist with a passion for retribution.

For fifteen years, he steadfastly chose the Holy Light path, masking a suppressed desire to smite his enemies.

He was also a 20-year One Piece fan who watched episodes while AFKing in

WoW. One fateful day, while fishing in-game during a thunderstorm, he was struck by lightning in real life and...

A voice seemed to mock him:

"A devoted One Piece fan, huh? Let's send you to the pirate world. A Holy Light zealot too? Here, take this power. You're welcome."

"…"

"Welcome, my foot!"

Fortunately, Wright had the good sense to keep a low profile and conceal his Holy Light powers.

To the outside world, he showed no interest in the political intrigues of nobility.

However, his talent in the "arts" shocked his "parents," who deemed him a perfect candidate for a marriage alliance—an ideal noble in their eyes.

All thanks to his idiotic older brother, who was over a decade his senior and single-handedly ensured that Wright had no part in inheriting the family estate.

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