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In One Piece World, My Appearance Is Maxed Out

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My name is Natsuya Nao, and my dream is to become a dual-wielding master swordsman, sitting right between the Marine’s three Admirals—while casually putting Aokiji into a relaxed pose. Outwardly, I maintain the Marine’s unity. Once the war ends, I plan to return to my hometown to marry my childhood friend, Bellemere, and raise our two daughters, Nami and Nojiko, into adulthood. But out of nowhere, a mysterious “love system” appears, treating me like a clueless straight guy who only knows how to swing a sword. Somehow, I accidentally win people over and unintentionally bulk up—though I only wanted to be a fragile, high-attack, high-speed swordsman, I’ve ended up so tough that even Kaido looks up to me with envy. Damn it! Are you trying to ruin my style? Luckily, my looks keep improving. Even Boa Hancock, who once claimed, “Who’s more beautiful, me or Marine’s Noshia?” became too embarrassed to keep up the act after seeing me—and she turned into a humble, easygoing person. By the way, I’m just a simple kid from the East Blue—so why does everyone call me the “Sea King”? That’s really disrespectful to Princess Shirahoshi. Please, stop saying such rude things.
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