This was a devil fruit.
They are extremely rare, unless you happen to stumble across the legendary devil fruit tree...
[Y/N] picks up the fruit...
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I do not own any artworks
One Piece is owned by Oda Eiichiro
Subnautica is owned by Unknown World...
me planning an OC for hte love interest for the story,
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(One Piece Love Interest won)
I changed a bit if my writing style, so it might look different
I shouda been more specific at chap 1, but the katana that [Y/N] used to kill the terrorshark was yamato, sorry for not being specific again
The chamber was vast and eerily empty, its walls lined with blackened stone that seemed to absorb the light from his torch. A pedestal stood in the center, and atop it rested an extinguished brazier. [Y/N] stepped cautiously toward it, the sound of his leather blackened boots echoing endlessly in the void-like space.
The moment he crossed the threshold, the door slammed shut behind him with a deafening boom. Giant shadows erupted from the walls, slithering across the ground and rising to form humanoid figures. [Y/N]'s torch slips out of his hand, as they swarm around him. Their eyes glowed with a sickly light, and when they spoke, their voices weren't their own—they were his.
"You don't belong here." "You'll never make it." "You're nothing but a fool chasing power you don't deserve."
The shadows moved closer, their voices growing louder, more venomous. They whispered every fear, every doubt, every failure he had ever experienced. His chest tightened as the room seemed to close in around him, the shadows pressing against his mind like a suffocating weight.
"No," he growled, forcing himself to his feet. His hands trembled, his breathing shallow, but he wouldn't let the whispers consume him. He had faced worse than this.
Peace is key.
The phrase burned in his mind, a lifeline in the chaos. He forced himself to focus, to drown out the voices. Slowly, the shadows recoiled, their forms dissipating into the darkness. The brazier flared to life, its flames casting warm light across the chamber.
The door ahead creaked open.
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As he entered the next room, the Blazing Sun laid there, but [Y/N] knew better. This was an illusion. The bright colors weren't colored right, and the symbol, instead of a heavenly ring, were devil horns, meaning something very horrific. This represented death itself. From [Y/N]'s speculations, this is probably where most of the warriors fell, because of the image of their desperate state. They wanted the sword for their own reasons, not to bring peace to the world.
He stepped over the blade, as it vanishes into thin air, as the door in front of him is still locked. There was a key hole. It was confusing at first sight, but [Y/N] sensed something was not right. This wasn't right. The keyhole was shaped oddly, and it was upside down. It was probably an after image, as [Y/N] stepped through the door, as if it was air itself.
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The next room was where all the fun began. The room was bigger than an arena, maybe for a clash for the statue and the warriors. [Y/N] carefully scrapped the gray, stone walls with the Shark Anchor, making some patterns, as the chain was carried by the cold, weak wind. There was a stature in front of [Y/N], which seemed off. It was carrying a sword, with patterns, unreadable, that were engraved onto the sword.
Once [Y/N] touched the blade of the stone sword, it sprang to life. Rainbow colors surrounded the sword, as the statue, that was a warrior in armor, came to life in an instant. Now it was more understandable. The unreadable engraved words, were spells. [Y/N] immediately strapped Shark Anchorto his back.
The stone warrior immediately charged toward [Y/N], but he knew it was coming. He rolled to the side, dodging the slash. It seems as if the sword can one-tap him. He grabs Yamato's hilt, the air surrounding him cackling with immense energy. Purple and blue lightning forms around him, as it unleashes the Yamato. In one move, multiple slashes appear frozen midair, dostorting hte air around it, and cutting through atoms, and then, with one clang from [Y/N] sheathing the legednary sword, the slashes exploded, purple energy radiating from the surroundings. The gray stone warrior was deflected back.
He straps the Yamato to its sheath, as he reaches for the Shark Anchor. [Y/N] wants to test out the abilities of the Shark Anchor, but his mastery isn't high. He knows it can control water, but he doesn't know how to control water. [Y/N] decides to focus solely on the slashes.
With each hit, water partcles come out of the Shark Anchor. It's as if its manipulating water, as the blows are strong enough to slice through the stone warrior, defeating it.
He is ready, for the final trial.
The door blocking hte next entrance opens slowly, as he steps in.
[Y/N] is ready, for what anything throws against him.
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The last chamber was vast, its walls lined with ancient glyphs that radiated a fiery glow. At its center stood the Blazing Sun, its blade embedded in a pedestal of black stone. The air around it shimmered with heat, the sword pulsing with a power that seemed almost alive.
[Y/N] approached cautiously, his steps echoing across the chamber. The moment he touched the pedestal, the glyphs along the walls flared to life, and a deep voice boomed from the shadows.
"You have endured much to reach this point," the voice said. "But the final trial remains."
The room erupted into flames, the heat searing [Y/N]'s skin. The ground beneath him cracked, molten lava spilling through the fissures. The sword pulsed violently, its energy coursing through the room like a living thing.
"Take the blade," the voice commanded. "But the worthy shall go through pain and suffering to atain the sword. The unworthy will be consumed."
[Y/N] stepped toward the sword cautiously, not wanting to activate any hidden traps. He steps toward the blade, knowing that this is a life or death situation. With a slowly hand, he grasps onto the sword, and feels immense pain coursing through his body.
It's almost as if something is trying to get out of him, to break out, like a chestburster.
He tries to handle the pain, but this is the worst he has experienced. The determination doesn't leave his body, as he keeps grasping the the handle of the legendary sword.
The pain intenses, as [Y/N] tries to handle it, but its nothing he's faced ever. His organs feel like they are twisting in every way possible. The pressure feels like he is going to explode.
The pain and suffering slowly die out, but [Y/N] prepares himself for what to come next.
"Stand proud," the voice boomed. "You are worthy. Pull the sword to grant your reward. The exit should be up ahead."
[Y/N] sighs in relief, as he pulls out the Blazing Sun. As he pulls it out, the sheath appears from thin air. He is proud.
He is carrying the power of the Sun God.
He exits the temple, leaving behind the jungle, as he approaches his boat. But a dark-blue-gray object catches his eye...
