One Piece: Capitalist Brook's Crew Expansion Plan - Chapter 96: The Emperor’s Moves

I became a side-character who died in anguish because of her good-for-nothing husband.

If I can’t avoid getting married, why don’t I change who I marry instead?

“Excellent, marriage sounds good.”

“Wise choice. Then let’s have a wedding ceremony that isn’t too ceremonious. Following that, I’ll need you to go down to the Fief and behave like the lady of the house until I call for you. Naturally, there won’t be any time to spend in leisure whilst dousing yourself in luxuries.”

“I’m not marrying you, but your father instead.”

“……Pardon?”

“I’m not going to marry you. Do you have a problem with that?”

What happens if a 21-year-old who was looked down upon, bullied, and tortured even by his own family since a small age and in the end, left to die...gets power? Power to change his and even others' reality?

Beaten, tortured, and cast aside by his own family, Luke finds himself sold for his organs at the end of his life.

However, that was not his end, as the mysterious encounter he had two years prior to his death awakened something in him.

Yes, it was a system. A reality system!

Watch “Arkhen” as he turns into a Tyrant after rebirth and change his and others' reality!

Revenge? Check.

Op powers? Check.

PP size? Check.

Dominating MC, who follows his desire like a tyrant and grows? CHECK!

Our straight (?) bottom woke up ten years into the future and found himself on the bed of his childhood friend… At the start, the bottom was shocked to his very bones, but he soon quickly accepted this premise and found the whole situation to be rather amusing. Precisely then, the bottom once again went back to his timeline — back to when he and the top were just platonic childhood friends.

How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…