Endless Debt - Chapter 25 - 12: Equivalent Exchange

I saved the Warrior who used to ignore and bully me and now she is obsessed with me.

What would happen if you found yourself in One Piece as a Side character ?What would you do if your cheats were not actual cheats, instead you got scientific knowledge. Would you accept your life as a side character? Would you stay low key and mind your own business? Or would you throw yourself into the plot and change it to your benefit? This is a story about a man that had those options.Blerd finds himself in one of his favourite animes , One Piece. If you seen an add offering transmigration services to other worlds don't click it! At best it's spam at worst it's real. Some things are better as a work of fiction. Why? Smart Isekai is an ad that has you choose an anime world and challenge it with No golden fingers no quick power ups. You have to use you brain to think of creative ways you can challenge the world with no cheats but as a Native. I chose to challenge the world of One Piece. Now I am really in One Piece how the heck am I gonna survive ?

At the press conference, reporters bombarded Chen Xing with questions. “Can you explain how someone as young as you clinched the championship? We heard accusations from other contestants that you've been cheating? Is that true?”Chen Xing shoved the microphone that was pushed up to his nose away, his face filled with annoyance, “I want to state again very seriously that I haven't cheated!”As his words ended, Chen Xing waved his hand and summoned a behemoth that blotted out the sky, then jumped onto its back. “Damn it, I can't stand this anymore. Just because I raised them well, they say I cheated? My crocodile accidentally ate a demon, and that's cheating?”

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”