Eternal Tale - Chapter 253: The Plan to Kill a Deity Transformation Stage Cultivator

In a world of monstrous pirates and a corrupt World Government, a new power is rising within the Marines: “Black Hair” Roya. Reborn with a unique ability and a burning ambition, he climbs the ranks with shocking speed, leaving a trail of both fear and admiration.He inspires loyalty, yet manipulates everyone around him. He upholds justice, yet his methods are anything but just. He is a master strategist, a deadly fighter, and a charmer of powerful women.But what is his ultimate goal? Is he a savior who will reform the corrupt Marines from within, or a ruthless tyrant who will forge a new world order in his own image? The answer lies hidden in a sea of blood, ambition, and broken rules.---Get ready for your daily dose of One Piece: I'm Destined to Be the Son-in-Law King! ^_^ New chapters will be unleashed every day.Let's see how many chapters I can manage each day! Your support (and reviews!) keep me going! ^_^Enjoying this story? Be sure to check out my other translation projects too:- Naruto Paradise: An Evil Uchiha's Rise- Young Master, Please Become Hokage!This is a translation, I'm not the authorTranslator: Boundless_Beacon

「Shimizu-san, you dyed your hair black.」「Ah, yes.」「Why did you dye it all of a sudden?」「Because…yesterday…」Shimizu-san, who sat next to me and had dyed her hair from blonde to black gradually lowered her voice, slightly blushed, and laid her face down on the desk.

...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.