No installation bar. No setup wizard. Instead, his room twisted. The walls bled into watercolor panels. His desk became a wooden dock. The smell of salt and ozone filled the air. When Leo looked down, his hands weren't his own—they were clad in fingerless gloves, and a sheathed Zanpakutō hung at his hip. Across from him, a straw hat shadowed a grinning face.

"Took you long enough," said the man who was both Monkey D. Luffy and not. His eyes were hollow terminals. His laugh echoed with dial-up tones.

"I'm the server now," Luffy replied, cracking his knuckles. "And you're the final player. Everyone else who downloaded 15.0? They didn't just install a game. They got uploaded."

He reached for the power cord.

Luffy's grin softened into something human. "Then the winner becomes the new host. And the loser becomes the next update. That's why Mangaka_Madman stopped. He won. He became version 14.5. And he's been fighting himself ever since."