One Piece: My Crew is from Other World

A faint smile crept onto Ryuunosuke's face after hearing Najenda's words. His gaze slowly turned toward the distant direction of Mary Geoise.

"Najenda," he said calmly, "you may have misunderstood the Celestial Dragons."

She blinked, unsure of what he meant.

"They stand at the pinnacle of this world," Ryuunosuke continued. "Do you really think a bunch of brainless fools could govern such a massive alliance?"

"But they act so—" she began, but he cut her off.

"Those who flaunt their power and act like tyrants... they're nothing but illusions projected by the World Government. Distractions. Smoke and mirrors."

His voice was calm, composed—yet held the weight of conviction.

"Think about it. Whether it was Fisher Tiger or the Rocks Pirates… both were formidable forces. Especially Rocks. That man could challenge even a king using the power of his Devil Fruit. And yet... he was defeated. But do you really believe the King did it?"

He shook his head.

"No. There's more to it. The World Government is the largest administrative machine in history. Do you really think it could be sustained for over 800 years by a group of fools?"

He narrowed his eyes.

"If that were true, it would've crumbled into dust long ago."

Najenda sat down in front of him, looking serious and focused. Despite being older than him, she often felt like a student in his presence.

"Captain, can you tell me... why do you know so much?" she asked, genuinely curious.

Ryuunosuke gave a soft chuckle. "Because I look at the world differently."

Sometimes, she felt like his perspective came from a place far beyond their reach—like he held a map of the world that no one else had access to. It wasn't just experience; it was insight. Every time he made a decision, it felt precise. Calculated. As if he already knew the outcome.

"If I had to explain it," she said, half to herself, "you have too much information stored in that head."

Ryuunosuke smirked. "Then let me share a little of it…"

And so, he began to speak—about the hidden gears turning beneath the surface of the world, and the veiled truths behind the World Government's long reign.

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Meanwhile, far from the quiet discussion aboard the Dragon Hunter Pirates' ship, another storm was brewing.

Miss Bakkin had arrived in the surrounding waters with her son, Weevil, and a war machine provided by the World Government.

"Mom, I'm hungry," Weevil said, rubbing his stomach with a pitiful expression.

"I know, sweetheart. I'll get you something to eat right now," Miss Bakkin cooed in her raspy voice.

She reached into a supply crate and pulled out a pile of food. Hidden within it was a small blue pill.

This pill wasn't just for nourishment—it was engineered to suppress emotions. All but one.

For Weevil, the emotion it amplified was dependency. His blind loyalty to Miss Bakkin was no accident. All other feelings—anger, doubt, even fear—were dulled into nothingness. That was why he seemed so slow, so mentally dulled.

As Weevil devoured the meal without hesitation, trusting his beloved mother without question, Miss Bakkin watched him with cold, calculating eyes.

She had been preparing for this day for a long time.

According to her sources, the Dragon Hunter Pirates were currently understaffed—only the First Division and Ryuunosuke himself remained on the ship. The others, those monsters she'd heard rumors of, were scattered across the New World.

More importantly, after any large-scale battle, recovery took time. That window was now.

That's why she had waited.

If she'd rushed in blindly, she would've been crushed. Instead, she had spent months gathering intelligence and observing from the shadows.

Make no mistake—Miss Bakkin might be an old woman, but she was far from senile.

"Miss Bakkin, Lord Mars wishes to speak with you," a man said, handing her a Den Den Mushi.

"Mars? What do the Five Elders want now?" she muttered.

Her expression turned wary. She had planned every step of this operation. Any sudden interference could complicate things.

The snail-phone buzzed to life.

"If you've got something to say, say it quick," she snapped.

"There's nothing urgent," came Mars slow voice. "Just a reminder—the Dragon Hunter Pirates are not to be underestimated. The Dwool Organization thought the same and were wiped out."

Miss Bakkin snorted. "I know what I'm doing."

And with that, she hung up.

She had no patience for false concern. Her relationship with the Five Elders was purely transactional. They used her, and she used them. There was no trust, only convenience.

Still, she had to admit—Mars warning wasn't unfounded. That pirate crew wasn't ordinary.

"Mom, I wanna fight now!" Weevil suddenly shouted, his body pulsing with red energy.

A heavy, warlike aura radiated from him.

Miss Bakkin's eyes gleamed with satisfaction.

The pill was working.

This wasn't a power surge—it was a full-body emotional trigger. For Weevil, that meant bloodlust. And once it started, there was no stopping it.

"Alright, darling. Mama's going to let you fight now. When the time comes, kill anyone you see, okay?"

Weevil nodded with a grin, that war-hungry aura continuing to intensify.

As they continued sailing toward their target, Miss Bakkin kept him well-fed—with both food and pills. Over the next two days, the aura pouring off Weevil became so thick it frightened even the elite combat personnel aboard the war machine.

These were hardened warriors, handpicked by the World Government. And yet, even they were uneasy.

If they were afraid of him, it spoke volumes.

Miss Bakkin watched them closely.

"You should be prepared to die," she said with a smirk.

Then she did something no one expected.

She knelt.

Right there, in front of the soldiers.

Their eyes widened in shock.

"Bakkin? What are you doing?!"

"You're our commander—please stand up!"

"You don't need to do this! We'll fight with everything we've got!"

It wasn't just shock—it was like they were bound by some strange invisible pressure.

Miss Bakkin slowly rose.

"Good," she said. "Then I'll be counting on you."

Soon after, their ships reached the region where the Dragon Hunter Pirates had last been spotted.

They were only a day's journey away now.

The battle was about to begin

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