One Piece: My Crew is from Other World

Back aboard the Ship of the Gods.

"Captain, at our current pace, we'll reach the base of the Red Line in two days," Najend reported, adjusting her glasses as she flipped through the book in her hands. Her voice held a trace of curiosity—no, anticipation.

She glanced up.

"Do we charge straight in? Or do we circle around…?"

Ryuunosuke had been gone for two days. With no instructions left behind, the entire crew had been left in limbo. Now that he was back, the question on everyone's mind burned through her lips.

"Go straight ahead," Ryuunosuke said coolly, his voice calm yet laced with confidence. "Preparations have already been made. Someone's gone ahead to clear the path."

Najenda nodded, though her fingers tightened on her book. She wasn't the only one itching for action.

"Captain, could you not hold back this time?" Ban stepped forward, arms crossed and brows furrowed. "The previous fights were like playing with kids. No challenge, no thrill."

He gave a dramatic sigh, as if the boredom had physically pained him.

"The level of this world is just too low."

Ryuunosuke chuckled under his breath. "Just don't get yourselves killed."

Ban smirked. "You say that like it's even possible."

"When we reach Mary Geoise, fight however you want. No restraints."

That got a reaction.

The crew around them stirred, hungry grins spreading like wildfire. Only the First Division seemed composed—veterans used to their captain's measured chaos.

Just then—

"Captain of the Second Division, Chrollo, reporting in! Six thousand men!"

Chrollo stood tall, pride gleaming in his eyes. The infamous "Master of All Skills" lived up to his name. At the start, it was Ryuunosuke that attracted followers. But now? Men and women from all over the seas sought him out, not for the Dragon Hunter name—but for Chrollo himself.

It was charisma. It was power. It was the kind of magnetism that turned followers into believers.

And it worked. He'd brought back the largest battalion.

"Captain of the Third Division, reporting in with over five thousand warriors!" Yahiko announced next, stepping up with steady composure.

While he had one thousand fewer than Chrollo, Yahiko's troops had an edge—loyalty. Hardened in the East Blue, these warriors were raised and molded by Jigokudo, loyal to a fault and fearless beyond reason.

"Fourth Division, present and accounted for!" Meliodas followed, raising his hand. "Two thousand members, strong and able!"

Though his numbers were fewer, there was no mistaking the aura of power from his group. Anyone qualified to join the Fourth Division was no ordinary fighter.

Next came the specialist squads.

"Captain Conrad of the Logistics Unit, reporting with sixty Mink Tribe warriors and three hundred elite crewmen!"

Conrad's tone was serious, his posture upright as the squad stood behind him. The Minks—capable of transforming into Moon Lion forms under the full moon—were a formidable mid-level force. Easily on par with most commanders, their value in battle was undeniable.

Ryuunosuke stood silently for a moment, surveying the sea of warriors before him.

Three years ago, the Dragon Hunter Pirates were nothing more than an idea. A spark.

Now?

Now they were a storm.

"...Good," he said, voice low but intense. "It's time to wage war on the World Government."

"Let them learn—some lines can't be crossed, not even by them!"

The moment the words left his mouth, the ship erupted.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Tens of thousands of voices roared in unison, shaking the heavens.

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Meanwhile, atop the Holy Land of Mary Geoise...

"The Dragon Hunters have gathered. We're almost ready to make our move," Saturn muttered, overlooking the distant sea through a telescope.

"Kiritl—you're leading the first echelon. Don't embarrass me."

"Understood, Lord Saturn," Kirito replied with a cold smile. His confidence was absolute.

Saturn grinned darkly.

This time, Ryuunosuke and his crew wouldn't be walking away.

Elsewhere, Mars began deploying forces. Troops seemed to materialize out of thin air, crowding every corner of Mary Geoise. No one knew where they came from. Mary Geoise had never been this densely armed before.

On the outer perimeter, the Navy had already taken position.

At the front stood Fleet Admiral Sakazuki, with Borsalino, Fujitora, and Ryokugyu behind him. A sea of soldiers stretched beyond them, a massive force… and yet, not quite enough.

Behind them were the Celestial Dragon Guards—black-clad, expressionless. Their leader, Kirito, stood silently with the Celestial guards, watching the horizon.

They were ready.

Or so they thought.

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Two days later.

A massive pirate armada sailed into view, anchoring below the towering Red Line Continent. The sea was dark with ships, flags waving with the Dragon Hunter insignia.

At the front line stood the Navy.

"The Dragon Hunters... they're here."

A rear admiral stared at the overwhelming fleet, sweat pouring down his neck. His hands trembled as he tried to summon his Armament Haki—but failed.

No… not nerves. It was fear.

"Have we… been abandoned by the World Government?"

"Why us? Why are we the ones tasked to stop them?"

"Do they think we can even buy time, let alone win?"

One by one, voices of dread spread like wildfire through the ranks. It infected sailors, marines, even commanding officers. The truth hit hard.

There was no plan. They were cannon fodder—meant to die.

The World Government didn't expect them to stop the Dragon Hunters. They just wanted the world to see pirates spilling blood.

To paint them as monsters.

To create a narrative.

"There's someone coming!"

A sailor suddenly pointed to the sea.

A small boat drifted forward. One man stood at the bow, wind brushing against his cloak.

"...One guy?"

"Are they mocking us?"

"Even if we're cannon fodder, that's just insulting!"

"I swear, if I die, I'm dragging one of them down with me!"

Despair does strange things. It breeds madness. And right now, madness spread through the Navy lines like wildfire.

Then, the man on the boat spoke.

"I am Heracles. Official member of the Dragon Hunter Pirates."

He didn't shout, but his voice carried through the sea breeze, clear and chilling.

"Please. Make way."

Gasps rippled through the ranks.

"Heracles? Never heard of him."

"Be careful… anyone with that aura has to be dangerous."

"This guy's… intense!"

Though unknown, Hercle's aura exploded outward, oppressive and absolute. It crushed their morale before a single strike was made.

His indifference cut deeper than a blade.

"Is this… the power of a core crew member?"

The Navy shuddered.

Their admirals were in Mary Geoise. What remained here were scraps—brave but hopeless.

A mob dressed in uniforms, waiting to die.

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