Reincarnated in One Piece - Chapter 13
“It’s been a month since I arrived in this world.”
As the sun rose, casting its first light, Tang An lay on the lounge chair on the balcony, gazing at the boundless sea and sky. He calculated that it had been a month since he crossed over to this world.
This meant that Tang An could roll the dice again.
He had the chance to roll the dice once every natural month.
When I pulled up the interface, it was still as crude and unimpressive as ever—plain and simple, with no user experience to speak of.
The dice spun and jumped skillfully, finally landing on six.
The model airplane, complete with roaring sound effects, crossed six spaces and stopped.
The blinding light faded, and an item appeared in front of Tang An.
“A bottle of spicy laxative and a bottle of antidote.”
“Description: This medicine can increase intestinal water content, promote peristalsis, soften stools, or lubricate the intestines to facilitate bowel movements. It is mainly used for functional constipation and can be classified as bulk-forming, stimulant, lubricant, osmotic, or swelling laxatives.
This laxative is colorless and tasteless. Just one drop can cause the ‘daisy’ to burn painfully and completely drain one’s strength. Please use cautiously!”
Tang An was not angry.
Not at all.
Having seen worse, he was used to it.
Damn it.
The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became. This damn thing!
A whole month’s chance for this?
A bottle of laxative?
If he were constipated, this might be acceptable, but he wasn’t!
And what did “spicy” mean? Wasn’t it supposed to be colorless and tasteless?
Just one drop could make the “daisy” burn painfully and drain all strength.
So, the spiciness was aimed at the “daisy”?
What brand was this?
Damn it.
Tang An’s pale face flushed with anger.
He didn’t want to see this useless golden finger now.
Leaving the room to start his daily training, Tang An tried to calm his mind with practice.
He had already managed to step eight times with Shave.
It was a miracle.
Perhaps his daily push-ups, sit-ups, and other essential military combat exercises had strengthened his body beyond that of an average adult, allowing such rapid progress.
However, Tang An had a hunch that stepping nine or ten times would be much more complicated, like crossing a watershed, with exponentially increasing difficulty.
But before Tang An could leave the room, his body convulsed, and he fell to the ground. His pale face was bloodless, contorted in pain, as if all his intestines were twisted and being chopped into pieces, a soul-crushing agony.
The cancer had flared up.
His eyes were bloodshot, and his body was drenched in sweat.
The key was that the interface appeared automatically, no longer straightforward and crude but covered in bloody red with a countdown displayed.
Three months and seven days.
Tang An curled up, gritting his teeth and enduring the pain.
This attack was far worse than the previous ones.
After a full ten minutes, just as he was about to pass out, the pain gradually subsided.
Lying spread-eagle on the ground, his clothes soaked, Tang An stared at the ceiling, gasping for breath.
The bloodshot in his eyes had not yet faded, and his hands were bloodied from his nails digging into his flesh.
The terrifying, bloody interface before him, with its three months and seven days, was glaringly obvious.
Even a fool could see what this time meant.
He had three months and seven days left.
This life countdown had disrupted Tang An’s original plans.
He couldn’t waste any more time.
He had to find a way to hunt his targets to draw rewards
and then head to the New World to find the Healing Fruit.
With a thought, the bloody interface disappeared, and Tang An’s gaze turned fierce as he looked at the spicy laxative he had just drawn.
Getting up to take a shower, Tang An changed his clothes and continued his training as usual.
“Good morning, Mr. Tang An!”
“Good morning!”
“Good morning, Mr. Tang An!”
“Sanji, you’re up early today.”
Tang An greeted Sanji with a smile.
“I’ve created a new dish. I’ll make it for you at lunch!”
Sanji said excitedly.
“Really? I’m looking forward to it.”
Tang An waved and continued his run around the Baratie.
Before he knew it, the sun was high in the sky.
Tang An arrived punctually at the hall and took his usual seat by the window. Sanji brought out the new dish right on time.
“Dessert?”
Tang An looked at the cake in front of him, then at Sanji sitting across from him.
“Yes, as a chef, one must understand the properties of various ingredients and how to combine them. This is what I’ve been working on lately.”
Sanji said seriously.
“Let me try it then.”
Under Sanji’s expectant and nervous gaze, Tang An began to taste the dessert.
“How is it?”
“It’s delicious. This is the best dessert I’ve ever had. Sanji, you’re a genius. You’ll be the world’s greatest chef someday.”
“I knew it! Mr. Tang An has good taste, unlike old Zeff who’s just jealous of my talent.”
Sanji jumped up excitedly.
“Sanji, today is my birthday. Can you teach me how to make this dessert cake?”
“Ah…is it Mr. Tang An’s birthday today?”
“Yes, this dessert cake you made is the best gift I’ve received. Everyone has been so kind to me these days. I want to use this opportunity to make a cake and thank Mr. Zeff and everyone else.”
“Mr. Tang An, leave it to me.”
Sanji pounded his chest.
“Then let’s make a cake! A ten-layer cake. Don’t tell Mr. Zeff and the others yet. Let’s surprise them tonight!”
Tang An shushed him.
“Okay, okay.”
Sanji nodded quickly, and the two of them sneaked into Sanji’s tiny kitchen.
It was a small kitchen just for him.
The new dishes Sanji had created all came from here.
“Lazy Sanji, slacking off again.”
All afternoon, Zeff hadn’t seen Sanji, prompting him to yell.
“I saw Sanji and Tang An in the small kitchen all afternoon. They seemed to be working on something.”
Paddy said as he cooked and picked his nose.
“Is that so?”
Zeff frowned, deep in thought.
Tang An had been here for over twenty days, which was unusual.
Although he couldn’t see anything suspicious, Zeff remained vigilant.
After all, he had survived scheming and bloodshed, always keeping his guard up.
As the sun set and the sky turned red,
Tang An and Sanji pushed a cart with a ten-layer cake, exquisite, into the hall.
Both staff and guests were captivated.
“Mr. Tang An, Sanji, what’s this?”
“Whose birthday is it?”
Paddy and the others poked their heads out of the kitchen; even Zeff was alerted.
“Today is my birthday. This cake was made by Sanji and me. Thank you all for your kindness these past days.”
Tang An smiled.
“So it’s Mr. Tang An’s birthday!”
“You should have told us earlier.”
“No wonder you and Sanji were in the small kitchen all afternoon making a cake!”
“Happy birthday.”
“This is Sanji’s latest dessert cake. Everyone, have a taste! But the design was mine.”
With birthday songs and well-wishes, the hall’s atmosphere became lively.
After making his wish, Tang An started cutting the cake, giving everyone a piece.
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