One Piece: My Crew is from Other World

Just when the navy stood on the edge of despair, a calm voice cut through the tension like a blade.

"I'll leave it to you… my friends."

Heracles raised his hand and tossed out several strange seeds into the sea below.

The moment the seeds touched water, gigantic plants burst forth, sprouting and spreading like wildfire. Thick vines slithered and expanded in all directions, rapidly overtaking the battlefield.

The navy officers, unprepared for such a bizarre attack, were thrown into chaos. Though the vines were lined with sharp thorns and spikes, none of them inflicted real harm. Instead, the plants coiled around the marines, entangling them, rendering their movements useless.

"Damn it! We can't let them advance like this!"

"We're the Navy! We don't back down!"

"I'll risk my pride as a Marine to show them that the Navy isn't a joke!"

"Bang!"

One marine raised his rifle and fired directly at Heracles, teeth gritted in defiance.

"Pfft!"

The bullet never reached its target.

Uvogin appeared in front of Heracles like a phantom, raising his hand casually. He caught the bullet midair, then slowly crushed it between his fingers.

"You done playing soldier?"

His voice was cold, tinged with killing intent.

"If you resist… you die."

At that instant, a shadow loomed behind the marines. Feitan appeared silently, his long blade already pressed against a trembling neck.

"You… what the hell do you people want!?" one of the marines shouted, shaking under Feitan's overwhelming bloodlust.

Feitan's expression didn't change. He spoke with disdain.

"We're taking down the World Government."

"This has nothing to do with you marines. You're just puppets."

"You…"

"Bang!"

The sound of collapsing bodies echoed through the dock.

Weapons clattered to the ground as more and more marines lost their strength and fell unconscious.

"Captain," Feitan said, sheathing his blade and stepping back without another word.

Ryuunosuke stepped forward, his presence alone commanding silence. His gaze swept across the field of fallen soldiers.

"I've met Garp before. I have no intention of killing you."

"So just sleep for now."

As his words fell, a tidal wave of Conqueror's Haki surged outward.

In an instant, every marine below the rank of Captain was knocked out cold. The overwhelming pressure spread across the entire naval fleet like a storm.

Only thirty or so officers—those of captain rank or higher—remained standing. But even they trembled under the force, beads of cold sweat trailing down their faces.

Their eyes widened in horror.

The Navy… had collapsed.

Not from weapons.

Not from violence.

But from a single burst of willpower.

Even these remaining officers, despite staying conscious, knew they couldn't win—not against the full might of the Dragon Hunter Pirates.

No… they couldn't even stand against a single member.

"Is this… the power of a god?"

"God… he's a god…"

The words escaped trembling lips as the last traces of resistance faded. One by one, they dropped their weapons and surrendered.

What choice did they have?

Abandoned by the World Government, broken in spirit—there was nothing left for them to fight for.

"Captain, it's almost time," Ban said lazily, standing off to the side with his hands in his pockets.

"These marines weren't even a proper fighting force. And yet you still went through all this trouble just to avoid unnecessary bloodshed. You really are—"

"Bang!"

Before he could finish, Ban was sent flying by a punch from Meliodas.

"Captain, are we heading up next?" Meliodas asked, brushing dust off his coat. "Is it through those vines?"

Before them, towering vines reached up toward the clouds, forming a living staircase to the Red Line.

"Not quite," Ryuunosuke replied with a smirk. "We're not climbing… we're being launched."

"Heracles, you're up."

Ryuunosuke vanished in a blink, reappearing aboard the Ship of the Gods. The other crew members followed his lead, returning to their respective ships.

"Got it, Captain!"

Heracles pulled out a massive seed—larger than a dining table—and tossed it into the sea.

Then he uncorked a strange vial and poured its contents into the water.

"Boom… boom… boom!"

The sea began to boil.

Suddenly, vines thicker than masts surged from the depths, wrapping around every ship in the Dragon Hunter fleet.

"What the hell…?"

"This guy Heracles is insane. He actually came up with something like this?"

"This is what he meant by 'being sent up'?"

As the ships groaned under the pressure, more vines burst forth, forming into a colossal humanoid figure. The vines that wrapped around the ships were actually strands of its hair.

It was a giant plant—no, a living colossus—grown in seconds.

Even in a world as strange as this, the sight left everyone speechless.

The ships began to rise.

Lifted by vines as thick as towers, the Dragon Hunter Pirates ascended, their fleet carried high into the sky.

Within moments, they arrived.

The Red Line.

"So this is the Red Line Continent?" Meliodas muttered, his expression turning dark. "I don't like this feeling…"

"You feel it too?" Ryuunosuke asked. "There's something vile here. A disgusting aura."

"There's a demon nearby," Ban yawned, his face relaxed despite his words. "But whatever. If it becomes annoying, I'll take care of it."

No matter the threat, Ban's boredom remained unchanged.

Because someone like him—invincible and indifferent—could afford to be lazy.

"A demon, huh?" Ryuunosuke murmured.

"No matter what's waiting up ahead—this is our battlefield."

"Everyone—are you ready?"

He turned toward his division leaders, who stood silently behind him.

In the distance, atop the Red Line, the Holy Land of Mary Geoise waited.

"Captain, let me lead the charge."

Yahiko stepped forward, calm and composed as always.

With the captain's orders in place, there was nothing to hesitate about. Their only job now was to finish what they started.

"Very well," Ryuunosuke said with a nod. "The vanguard is yours."

Yahiko didn't waste another second. With a simple motion, he leapt forward.

Thousands followed behind him, surging toward Mary Geoise like a tidal wave of vengeance.

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At the heart of the World Government, in the grand chamber of authority, the Five Elders sat upon their high platform.

Below them were the elite scientific corps, the Tenryuubito guards, and gathered naval forces.

To the sides sat twenty other figures, all seated on ornate stools, eyes closed, as if the coming war was beneath their notice.

"Sakazuki," said one of the Elders, a man named Topman, his voice low and cold. "Deal with those pests. You still have your use."

Sakazuki's jaw clenched. He didn't appreciate being ordered around.

But this was not the time to argue.

The Dragon Hunter Pirates were already knocking on their door.

He had to respond.

He had to defend what little pride the Navy had left.

"Marines!" he bellowed. "Accept the challenge!"

His body erupted in flames—no, molten lava—and he surged forward like a meteor from hell.

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