One Piece: My Crew is from Other World

The story returns to the original timeline.

At this moment, Miss Bakkin was already sailing toward the last known location of the Dragon Hunter Pirates. However, an ominous feeling gnawed at her as the waves grew eerily calm around her ship.

"Peruru Peruru..."

She reached into her coat and pulled out a Den Den Mushi, quickly dialing into the News Headquarters.

"Hello, this is the News Headquarters," came a polite voice on the other end.

"How may I assist you today?"

"I'm looking for Morgans," Miss Bakkin snapped impatiently.

She knew Morgans rarely ever left his office. The man practically lived there, glued to his information web. If he wasn't there, it meant something was seriously wrong.

"Apologies, ma'am," the operator replied. "Minister Morgans is unavailable at the moment. If there's anything urgent, I can assist you."

Miss Bakkin didn't waste time on small talk.

"Tell me the current situation with the Dragon Hunter Pirates."

There was a brief pause before the operator responded calmly, "The Dragon Hunter Pirates are currently drinking with the Whitebeard Pirates and Zephyr—the leader of the Neo-Marines and former Chief Instructor of the Navy."

"And just so you know… their pirate ship is approaching your location."

Miss Bakkin didn't even hear the rest.

She dropped the Den Den Mushi, her heart sinking.

A colossal pirate ship had just appeared over the horizon.

And if that wasn't enough, it was flanked by two more vessels—the Great Whale and Zephyr own warship. It was too late to retreat. In this stretch of ocean, even turning around would get her blown out of the water.

"Everyone, initiate—"

"BOOM!"

Before she could even issue an order, cannon fire rained down from the skies.

Shells exploded around her ship in a deafening barrage. Although none directly struck her vessel, the shockwaves alone sent sailors flying and shattered the deck railings.

Miss Bakkin's eyes widened in disbelief.

These weren't ordinary cannonballs—they were coated in Armament Haki!

What the hell?!

Since when could a ship fire Haki-infused shells? Were the Dragon Hunter Pirates casually training their ship to use Haki now?

But this was no joke.

A ship, no matter how strong, shouldn't be able to pass Armament Haki into its artillery—unless...

Unless the crew were actively empowering every cannon shot with their own Haki.

As she reeled from the implications, the surrounding ships moved swiftly, completely encircling her.

Whitebeard's forces. Zephyr. And the Dragon Hunter Pirates.

There was no way out.

"Damn it, Ryuunosuke… I walked right into his trap!"

"Weevil!"

Miss Bakkin clenched her fists. Resistance was futile now. The only thing she could hope for was that her so-called "son" could somehow turn the tide.

But deep down, even she didn't believe that would happen.

Ryuunosuke was no fool—and the forces with him were monsters.

Just then, strange sounds echoed across her deck.

"Swish… swish… swish…"

A series of shadowy figures suddenly vanished from her crew. Before she realized it, the agents assigned by the Celestial Dragons had already launched themselves toward the opposing ships—three teams, each heading for one of the warships.

"What the hell are they doing?" Bakkin muttered, stunned. "I didn't order this..."

Could it be... the World Government?

Weevil also rushed into action, charging straight at Ryuunosuke's ship, while the other agents began their surprise assault on all three enemy vessels.

Ryuunosuke stood at the bow of his ship, arms crossed, watching the chaos unfold.

"Weevil, huh?"

His lips curled into a smirk as he looked at the approaching brute.

"Yeah… I guess he does resemble Old Man Whitebeard a little. But that dumb expression? No dignity at all."

Without even drawing a weapon, Ryuunosuke leapt forward.

With one powerful kick, he sent Weevil flying through the air—right onto Zephyr's ship.

"The rest of them are yours," Ryuunosuke said casually, sitting back down at the bow. "Kill them all."

He didn't even glance back. His eyes were locked on Miss Bakkin.

Others might underestimate her, but Ryuunosuke knew better. This old woman was the real danger—the mastermind behind many dark schemes. And this time, he wasn't leaving any loose ends.

If Whitebeard couldn't finish her, then Ryuunosuke would.

Meanwhile, chaos erupted on the deck as the Dragon Hunter Pirates clashed with the elite soldiers deployed by the World Government.

But something was off.

These weren't ordinary agents.

Their movements were mechanical—precise, relentless, and utterly devoid of fear. They fought like machines, trading wounds for kills, ignoring pain, and never retreating.

"What the hell are these guys?" Leona shouted, breaking one man's neck—only for him to stand up again moments later.

Akame slashed clean through another opponent, but even her cursed blade didn't keep him down.

"These guys are immune to my curse…!" she yelled in disbelief.

"Let me try!" said Mine, and with one shot—boom. Her high-powered sniper round erased the target completely. This time, the agent didn't rise again.

"Alright, looks like they're still vulnerable to enough firepower," Tatsumi muttered as he spun his massive halberd.

Each swing of his weapon decapitated an enemy cleanly.

It took the crew over half an hour of bloody fighting, but eventually, all the enemies were defeated—permanently.

"Brother Ryuunosuke," Akame said, dragging a body across the deck. "These guys aren't human."

She cut open one of the corpses, revealing strange metallic implants and cybernetic parts.

"That's why they could still fight even after death," she added. "It's those metal cores. If you don't destroy them, they just keep going."

"I see," Ryuunosuke replied. "Gather all the bodies and hand them to Yahiko. Then have Doflamingo arrange the delivery."

He spoke calmly, as if this were all part of the plan.

Whitebeard still hadn't moved against Bakkin. And if Zephyr didn't finish off Weevil soon...

Ryuunosuke would handle things himself.

Far away, in the Holy Land of Mariejois—

Inside the Five Elder Stars' chamber, fury erupted.

"Doflamingo has become a loyal dog of the Dragon Hunter Pirates," Mars snarled.

He had allowed Doflamingo to live after attacking allies because they needed him to control the black market—arms, metals, and influence.

But now, he was helping their enemies.

"Shall we kill him?" someone asked.

"No," Saturn replied coldly. "Not yet."

Instead, he turned his eyes back to the battlefield—watching everything unfold in real-time.

The modified soldiers—cybernetic monsters known as "Film-Tech Bugs"—were transmitting both sound and video directly to the Elders.

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