One Piece: My Crew is from Other World

This—this was the true reason Ryuunosuke dared to storm Mary Geoise.

They couldn't die.

Not a single one of them.

From the strongest division captains down to the most ordinary deckhands, everyone aboard the Dragon Hunter Pirates had been bound by the Hell Contract—a blood pact sealed through Jigokudo and enforced by the spirit of Hades, the Hell King herself.

With this, even death wasn't permanent. They could all be resurrected.

But Ryuunosuke had never told the lower-ranking members about that.

If word got out, it could leak to the outside world. And if the world discovered a pirate crew with the ability to defy death itself?

Then Jigokudk would become the most wanted target in the world.

People would do anything to capture him. The World Government, Yonko crews, underground syndicates, bounty hunters—none would rest.

And since the world didn't know Jigokudo was bound to Ryuunosuke through recruitment, they'd assume he was an independent asset.

That kind of global storm wasn't what Ryuunosuke wanted.

He didn't want to rule the world.

He wanted freedom.

So after the battle at Mary Geoise, while the world speculated their deaths, the Dragon Hunter Pirates quietly retreated. Hell King and Jigokudo began the long process of bringing them all back. Even with divine powers, it took five full months to resurrect the entire crew.

And now...

"Marin," Ryuunosuke called, turning toward the tall silver-haired engineer.

"I'll leave the hull to you. Coordinate repairs and modifications."

"Escanor is your support. Call him if you need anything."

Then he turned toward Escanor.

"If she gives you trouble, you report to me."

"Yes, Captain!" Marin and Escanor replied in unison, saluting smartly before walking off.

Currently, only the Phantom Troupe had been dispatched to the Grand Line. The rest of the Dragon Hunters remained docked.

Najenda handled operations and logistics. Yahiko coordinated external intelligence. Meliodas and the others—monsters of legendary strength—were on standby. Each member of the Seven Deadly Sins held enough power to tip the balance of the world.

That was when Najenda burst in with a grim expression, dragging Conrad along—injured and bruised.

"Captain!"

"A powerful marine appeared in the East Blue. He's been targeting our Logistics crews—multiple squads have been hit."

"Conrad just got back. We couldn't stop him."

Ryuunosuke raised a brow. "A marine?"

Conrad nodded weakly. "His strength… it's Admiral level."

"We even used our Sulong forms. Still got flattened."

"He said his name is... Branch Vice Admiral Yakos."

Ryuunosuke's eyes narrowed.

Yakos?

He'd never heard of the man.

That wasn't surprising—the Marine system had many hidden monsters stashed away. But a Vice Admiral from a branch, not HQ, having admiral-level power?

That was strange.

"Did he capture any of ours?" Ryuunosuke asked coldly.

"No," Conrad said, shaking his head. "But… he left a message."

"He said, 'One day, we'll capture you—just like we captured the Pirate King, Roger.'"

Ryuunosuke's expression twisted into amusement.

"Oh? He said that?"

"Interesting."

"This guy must be connected to Garp. Maybe even part of his past."

He reached for his Den Den Mushi.

—

New World – Navy HQ

The sun was high. Garp, shirtless and snacking on senbei, lounged in a reclining chair under the shade.

Peace, finally.

After the war at Mary Geoise, the World Government had stopped giving orders to the Navy. The Admirals were recovering. The fleet was fractured.

Even Sengoku, who once carried the weight of the Navy on his back, now sat nearby sipping tea with Garp, basking in the rare calm.

"Beru… Beru… Beru…"

The Den Den Mushi rang.

"Eh?" Garp scratched his head. "It's that brat."

He picked up.

"You finally remembered to call me, you little bastard?" he shouted into the receiver, annoyed but grinning.

Sengoku looked over, curious.

That tone could only mean one thing: someone Garp considered family.

"Sorry, old man," came the voice from the other end. Calm. Commanding.

Unmistakable.

Sengoku's expression darkened. He knew that voice.

Ryuunosuke.

Captain of the Dragon Hunter Pirates.

The man who shook the foundations of the world.

"You're alive," Sengoku muttered under his breath, rubbing his temples.

"What do you want?" Garp asked, feigning irritation.

"Old man, I came across a marine," Ryuunosuke said. "Said he's a Vice Admiral from your branch. Name's Yakos."

"Can I kill him?"

"I just want to know if he's one of yours."

Silence fell for a moment.

Then Garp sighed.

"So he's shown up again."

"Yakos… was once my partner. We fought side by side decades ago."

"But he changed."

"He's still officially a marine—but these days, he acts alone."

"If he attacked your crew… then I've got no complaints."

"You want to take him down? Go ahead."

Garp's tone was measured, but there was no hesitation.

Sengoku looked over sharply.

"That's it? You're giving the green light?"

Garp leaned back and smiled. "Yakos picked a fight with the Dragon Hunters."

"And Ryuunosuke plays by his own rules. If Yakos dies, that's on him."

"Besides," he added, glancing at the Den Den Mushi with a hint of pride, "the boy didn't go after the Navy at Mary Geoise. His target was clear. He left us a way out."

Sengoku grunted. "Still… he's dangerous."

Garp chuckled. "So was Roger. So was Whitebeard."

"This era belongs to Ryuunosuke now."

—

Back aboard the Dragon Hunter ship…

"I understand, old man."

"I'll handle it."

Ryuunosuke ended the call.

Behind him, Najenda waited silently.

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