Jeane lived like an ordinary girl, but she suddenl

The scent of freshly baked bread usually filled Jeane’s small apartment, a comforting aroma that grounded her in her ordinary life. She worked at a bakery, dreamt of travelling, and had a crippling addiction to reality TV. Then, the world shimmered.

One moment she was kneading dough, the next she was staring at a vast, cerulean ocean under a sky the colour of bruised plums. Palm trees swayed in a gentle breeze, and the air hummed with an unfamiliar energy. She wasn’t in Kansas anymore – or anywhere she’d ever been, for that matter.

Panic clawed at her throat. She found herself on a beach, the unmistakable sound of seagulls replaced by a chorus of exotic birds. This wasn’t just different; this was…Grand Line. The distinct, almost palpable energy confirmed it – she was in the world of One Piece.

Her heart hammered against her ribs. Then, a voice, ancient and echoing, resonated within her mind. “The Timelords answer your call, Jeane. We are at your command.”

Before she could process the words, twelve figures materialized around her: colossal beings of pure light and shadow, their forms shimmering with an otherworldly energy. They were the Timelords – Metaion, Lazion, Zaphion, Sadion, Kamion, Michion, Hailon, Raphion, Gabrion, Sandaion, Sephylon, and Vorpgate – summoned from the depths of her subconscious, a power she never knew she possessed.

The sheer power radiating from them was enough to make her knees buckle. She had accidentally stumbled into another world, and now she commanded an army of celestial beings. The responsibility felt crushing.

Her initial reaction was terror, quickly followed by a surge of adrenaline. She had to survive. She had to hide. The World Government, with their insatiable hunger for power, would obliterate her if they knew about the Timelords.

She adopted a simple disguise – a straw hat, loose clothing, and a carefully cultivated air of naivete. She learned to control her summoning, practicing in secluded caves, mastering the subtle movements and incantations required. She discovered each Timelord possessed unique abilities, from manipulating time and space to unleashing devastating attacks. Her power was a double-edged sword; immense potential, terrifying vulnerability.

Her life became a constant balancing act. She helped those in need, small acts of kindness – saving a village from bandits, healing the sick, subtly guiding ships away from treacherous currents – all while keeping her true identity concealed. She observed the pirates, the Marines, the civilians, learning the political landscape, meticulously avoiding any attention that might expose her.

One day, she stumbled upon a clandestine meeting of Cipher Pol agents. Their hushed conversation revealed a plot to capture a legendary Devil Fruit. This was her chance to test her abilities, to help the innocent, all while keeping her secret safe. She knew interfering directly would be reckless, so she subtly manipulated events, using the Timelords’ power to alter the timing of critical events, guiding the flow of the situation without revealing her presence.

Her life in One Piece was far from ordinary, but the baking skills she honed in her old life proved invaluable. She baked bread, cakes, and cookies for the locals, creating a network of trust, building a guise that reinforced her identity as a harmless, travelling baker.

Jeane, the ordinary girl, became a silent guardian, a protector of the innocent, a whisper of power in the boisterous world of One Piece. The Timelords were her secret, her burden, and her strength – a secret she intended to keep, for as long as she could. The journey was just beginning, and the shadow of the World Government loomed large, but Jeane, with her celestial army at her command, was ready.