One Piece: My Crew is from Other World

The death of six Celestial Dragon warriors. The sacrifice of Yahiko.

Saturn stared in stunned horror.

He had witnessed countless battles across the centuries. He had fought alongside legends and crushed rebellions with ease. But this…

This was something else.

If that colossal meteor had struck him directly—if Escanor's radiant power had focused on him instead of others—he wouldn't be standing. Even now, just recalling the burning heat in Escanor's presence made him sweat coldly.

The battlefield had transformed into a god's coliseum. One misstep, and even the Five Elders could fall.

Yahiko's self-detonating attack had been both suicidal and glorious. Saturn expected chaos, fear, despair to spread among the Dragon Hunter Pirates. After all, their third division captain had just perished in a blaze of fury.

But what he saw left him speechless.

The Dragon Hunter Pirates didn't falter.

There was no panic. No grief. No hesitation.

They fought on—resolute, calm, and ruthless.

"Are they machines?" Saturn muttered, veins twitching beneath his skin.

What kind of mad faith bound these pirates together? What madness allowed them to fight with no fear of death?

Even the Five Elders found themselves stunned. Before they could make sense of it, a thundering voice boomed from the heart of the battlefield.

"You worms aren't qualified to observe that fight," Escanor's voice echoed like the roar of a sun god. "The Dragon Hunter Pirates don't need spectators. Especially not cowards like the Five Elders!"

Saturn turned. His breath caught.

There stood Escanor, axe in hand, radiating divine heat, his power peaking beyond reason.

"You dare—" Nusjuro hissed.

But Escanor cut him off with a sneer. "Dare? I am power incarnate. You should tremble that I even speak to you."

And then—he struck.

BOOM!

His axe came down like a falling sun. A golden shockwave spread across the battlefield, forcing every fighter—friend or foe—to leap back.

Even Ba , near-immortal and unshakable, wanted no part of it.

No one dared be in the path of that blow.

Saturn, Mars, and Nusjuro weren't so lucky.

They were the target.

Under the divine weight of Escanor's power, the very air around them ignited. Their bodies began to disintegrate—bones cracking, flesh tearing—until a last-second surge of their own magical power held them together.

Barely.

But even then—Saturn lost a leg. Mars's left arm was gone. Half of Nusjuro face had been obliterated.

And Escanor…

Escanor's body shattered.

Another of the Dragon Hunter Pirates' pillars had fallen.

Ryuunosuke stood in silence, still locked in combat with Topman and Peter. His fists were bloodied, his face bruised—but his aura had not dimmed for a second.

He fought like a man who had never known fear.

The Five Elders began to understand.

If even the crew could fight like this, what kind of monster was their captain?

Ryuunosuke wasn't just strong—he was terrifying. A storm in human skin.

And though he had just lost two of his most powerful allies—Yahiko and Escanor—he continued to suppress his two opponents.

Saturn and the others could do nothing to help. Wounded and overwhelmed, they were now facing a new threat.

The rest of the Dragon Hunter Pirates were closing in.

And they weren't afraid.

They came like shadows in the night, blades flashing, voices silent.

The battlefield had become a slaughterhouse.

Overhead, a news coo hovered, camera shutters snapping furiously. And in a hidden room far across the sea, Morgans grinned like a madman.

He scratched out Yahiko's and Escanor's names from the intelligence roster.

Gone. Dead.

But oh, what a story.

The World Government, invincible for nine hundred years, was being cornered by a pirate crew born just three years ago.

This wasn't just a battle. This was a shift in the world's heartbeat.

Whitebeard's war with the Navy had shaken the seas.

But this?

This would be remembered as the War of Gods.

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Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

Death reigned.

The ordinary crew of the Dragon Hunter Pirates—every last one—had perished. They fought bravely, but in such a high-intensity battlefield, even the strongest fodder stood no chance.

The squad leaders, too, had fallen one by one.

Now, amidst the ruin, only the fiercest remained.

In the heart of the blood-soaked plains, Conrad roared.

Still in his Sulong form, he stood atop a mound of corpses—his own kin among them. Dozens of dead Mink warriors lay silent beside him.

"Lord Conrad!" a wounded Mink warrior cried out. "Let us buy you time—awaken your final form!"

The last three members of the Mink Tribe entered their Sulong forms and charged, their bodies crackling with electricity.

They blocked the incoming wave of World Government elites without hesitation.

They couldn't win.

But they didn't need to.

"We have upheld the honor of the Dragon Hunter Pirates!" they howled.

Conrad lifted his head to the sky.

A brilliant moon rose overhead, summoned by his Moonlight Fruit ability. Its silver glow bathed Conrad, igniting the final surge of power.

Sky-feathers spread from his back, forming blazing white wings.

His muscles swelled. His aura surged. His blood poured like rain.

He was dying—but radiant.

The warriors of the Celestial Dragon began to retreat.

They knew.

Conrad had become a beast of final judgment.

SLASH!

He struck.

Faster than light, stronger than fate.

Three members of the Celestial Group—slaughtered before their Observation Haki could react.

Then came the final burst.

Conrad exploded into light, leaving nothing but silence.

The battlefield was littered with corpses. The once-mighty Dragon Hunter Pirates were nearly gone.

Tens of thousands of their crew had died.

Yet not one of the twenty Celestial Dragon elites remained.

Among the Five Elders, three were now broken and unable to fight.

The last two—Peter and Topman—were locked in futile combat with Ryuunosuke.

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BOOM!

A massive shockwave ripped across the battlefield.

The clash between Ryuunosuke, Topman, and Peter was forcefully interrupted.

All three stopped.

Everyone stopped.

A new power had arrived.

"This presence…" Ryuunosuke narrowed his eyes. "Is it…?"

He didn't need to guess.

The Five Elders behind him dropped to their knees.

"Lord Im!" they chorused.

From the shadows emerged a tall figure—elegant, poised.

A woman.

She wore a tall crown-like hat, her face obscured partially by shadows, yet her beauty was unmistakable. Cold. Distant. Absolute.

The true ruler of the world.

"Dragon Hunter Pirates…" her voice was as still as death. "Your strength… is wasted on this fight. Leave."

Ryuunosuke didn't move. "So you're the one they all kneel to."

He cracked his knuckles.

"We didn't come here to run."

"We came to finish what we started."

"So… Im, was it?"

"Show me what the World Government's ultimate weapon looks like!"

His aura exploded outward, waves of golden force spiraling around him.

Behind him, the last surviving members of his crew fled the battlefield.

He had warned them.

If he unleashed his full power, even his allies would be caught in the inferno.

Im didn't flinch.

"If that's your choice…"

Power began to seep from her body. Cold, annihilating force.

Even the Five Elders scrambled to retreat. So did the scattered remnants of the pirates.

Then—

SLASH!

A blade pierced through the wind and space itself.

A young man appeared in front of Ryuunosuke, his eyes dead, his movements perfect.

In his hand—a longsword coated in gray Haki and a strange, decaying aura.

The blade plunged straight into Ryuunosuke's chest.

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