One Piece: My Crew is from Other World

With Saturn's lifeless body slumped to the floor, silence engulfed the flower chamber of Pangaea Castle.

Mars slowly raised his head.

"Lord Im," he said, voice steady, "should we pursue the Dragon Hunter Pirates now? Without Ryuunosuke, they're nothing more than a scattered mob. If we strike swiftly, we can wipe them out completely."

It was a logical strategy.

From Mars's point of view, the root of the disaster lay in that cursed pirate crew. If they were obliterated, the World Government might still salvage a shred of its pride. But as long as even a single Dragon Hunter remained alive, they would be a symbol of the World Government's failure.

"Pursue them?" Im's eyes narrowed coldly. "Do you truly believe that Ryuunosuke would die so easily?"

Her voice carried an icy edge.

"Did you not sense the aura of that woman who appeared in the end? The one who erased him and Blackbeard from existence?"

Mars's lips parted slightly, but no words came out.

"You talk of hunting down his crew as if they're rats hiding in gutters. But tell me—should I bother bringing you back alive after such an idiotic suggestion?"

Her voice cracked like a whip.

The Five Elders were supposed to be the wisest leaders beneath Im. And yet, they were acting like startled civilians.

Did they not understand why the Dragon Hunter Pirates were so dangerous?

Why their crew members could charge to their deaths with no fear, no hesitation?

Why not a single tear had been shed, even when Yahiko or Escanor or Conrad died on the battlefield?

Had the Five Elders truly learned nothing?

Or were they still frozen in fear, numbed by the magnitude of their own defeat?

"…What do you mean?" Mars finally asked, his voice weak.

Im stared at him with visible disappointment.

"If the Dragon Hunter Pirates were really just a reckless group of lunatics," she said, "they would've been crushed long before reaching Mary Geoise."

"But they didn't."

"They grew stronger. They evolved. They endured. Because something far more terrifying binds them together."

Before she could continue, the Den Den Mushi beside her rang sharply.

Im picked it up.

"Morgans."

"Tell me everything you know about the Dragon Hunter Pirates. Now."

Morgans didn't hesitate.

"It's been three years and two months since their flag was raised," he began. "Ryuunosuke was born from foosha and grew up alongside Garp's grandson, Monkey D. Luffy, and the brothers Ace and Sabo."

"They officially set sail in the year 1520 of the Sea Calendar."

"Today, Ryuunosuke's strength is already at the level of a Super Emperor."

"And to be clear, I don't think he's dead."

His words hit the chamber like a thunderclap.

Mar's knuckles whitened.

After everything they had sacrificed—after Marijoa was left in ruin—hearing this man claim that Ryuunosuke might still be alive stirred rage and fear in equal measure.

"You're… saying they survived?" Mars muttered.

"I'm saying," Morgans continued, "that they've survived worse."

"Three years ago, when they first entered the Grand Line, the Dragon Hunter Pirates were ambushed by the navy. Garp and Aokiji personally led the assault. It should've been a guaranteed slaughter."

"But…"

"Their fallen crewmates returned."

"They resurrected. Right from their ship."

Im's eyes narrowed.

Resurrection.

A power that defied logic… defied fate.

"I don't know if they can bring back all of their forces," Morgans added. "But even if just the core members return, you will not survive a direct confrontation."

Mars sat back in stunned silence.

All thoughts of pursuit disappeared from his mind.

They weren't ready.

If even a handful of those monsters lived, and the World Government dared to provoke them now, they'd be walking straight into their own graves.

"Send me everything you've compiled," Im ordered. "You'll be rewarded. And whatever you asked for before… you'll get it."

She hung up the call.

The room returned to silence.

Mars bowed low.

"Lord Im… what should we do now?"

He no longer carried the excitement he had moments ago. Morgans' words had doused his pride like a bucket of cold seawater.

"We rebuild," Im said simply. "Marijoa must be restored. Its presence is absolute."

"I'm going into hibernation. From now on, Findus will act as the new Fifth Elder and support the rest of you in restoring order."

"If any of the World Nobles object… remove them."

With that, she vanished.

Moments later, a tall man stepped into the room. He was young, with silver hair and an arrogant smile.

Findus.

The newest Five Elder Star.

"Let's work well together," Findus said casually. "We'll start with cleaning up the rubble. As for those whiny nobles… don't worry, I'll make them see reason."

Mars picked up Saturn's body and left in silence.

The remaining three followed Findus, heading out to begin damage control for the World Government.

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Revolutionary Army Headquarters

"Brother… is dead?"

Sabo's voice trembled as he stared at the newspaper in his hands.

Tears rolled down his cheeks before he could stop them.

He refused to believe it. He couldn't.

Kerla quickly tried to comfort him.

"It says he's suspected to have died in battle. Not confirmed."

"And look—there's no news of the World Government hunting the Dragon Hunter Pirates."

"They're scared."

"Your brother… he's not gone."

Sabo nodded slowly, but the dread in his chest wouldn't leave.

The Dragon Hunter Pirates had vanished. No trace left on the sea.

That wasn't like them at all.

Their crew thrived on storming the spotlight.

To disappear like smoke…

"I'm calling Ace," Sabo said suddenly, wiping his eyes.

He had a direct line to the Byakugan Group. With luck, Ace would know something.

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Whitebeard Pirates—New World

Ace's voice was heavy with frustration.

"No word," he admitted. "Not a trace."

"The Whitebeard Pirates have been searching everywhere. Nothing in the New World. Nothing in Paradise."

"They're gone."

Vanished.

The largest independent pirate crew outside the Four Emperors—simply gone.

No flare. No message.

No survivors.

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Amazon Lily—Nine Snake Island

On the cliffside, Luffy stood beside Rayleigh.

The old man handed him a folded newspaper.

Luffy read it quietly.

Then clenched it tightly in his fists.

"…He's not dead," he said, voice flat.

A single spark ignited in his hand.

The newspaper burst into flames.

A Fire Gun Fist—cast without movement, just pure heat born of anger.

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