One Piece: Capitalist Brook's Crew Expansion Plan-Chapter 394: Ten Years?

Brook sat deep in thought, mulling over the feasibility of his latest scheme. It was a tough one—none of the big-shot powerhouses had taken the bait and eaten a Devil Fruit yet. These guys were cautious, too smart to gobble up just any fruit without knowing its power.

Unless it was a game-changer, a Devil Fruit so tempting it’d make their jaws drop, tricking them into eating one was near impossible.

What Brook didn’t know was that Rocks was already on the hunt for Devil Fruit users. The man was putting his top lieutenants through a brutal training regimen, aiming to turn them all into Devil Fruit-fueled monsters. If Rocks succeeded, Brook and the Hell Pirates might find themselves in hot water.

Rocks’ crew, however, wasn’t exactly thrilled. His relentless, almost sadistic training had his rebellious officers grumbling under their breath.

Worse, Rocks had his sights set on the rare Devil Fruits from the Valley of the Gods, reserved for his elite. No way they’d fall for Brook’s traps.

But no matter how hard Rocks pushed, his crew had hit a wall. Their strength had plateaued, and catching up to monsters like Redfield or Newgate? Forget it.

In every era, there’s always a handful of prodigies who outshine the rest—born stronger, with more potential. No matter how hard you grind, you can’t outrun someone who’s lapping you in half the time.

Rocks’ officers lacked Conqueror’s Haki and top-tier Devil Fruits. Compared to the Hell Pirates’ Brook, Newgate, Redfield, and Linlin—they were outclassed.

Desperate for a breakthrough, they dreamed of snagging unstoppable Devil Fruits like they. But Rocks’ grueling training? It was yielding diminishing returns, and the complaints were piling up.

Brook, meanwhile, handed over one Paramecia and two Zoan Devil Fruits to Vegapunk for experiments. The goal: kickstart two massive projects—artificial Devil Fruits and Devil Fruit weapons.

The remaining two fruits went to Stussy, with instructions to do whatever she thought best. Brook shared his plan to sabotage the Rocks Pirates with a sneaky Devil Fruit ploy, then left it in her hands. Whether it worked or not didn’t matter much—worst case, they’d use the fruits as rewards or recruitment bait.

Stussy thumped her chest confidently, assuring Brook she’d handle it. The gesture caught his eye, and before she knew it, Brook whisked her away for a "technical sparring session."

Let’s just say Stussy wasn’t your average gal. She was a rare breed—blessed with ageless beauty and a lifespan stretching up to 200 years. Sure, it wasn’t the 300–400 years of a Giant, but it was leagues beyond a normal human’s.

...

After their "sparring," Stussy nestled in Brook’s arms, her usual confidence replaced by a rare, hesitant vulnerability.

"Brook, um... I think I might be pregnant," she murmured.

The words hit Brook like a cannonball. He froze, then lit up with a grin, staring at her in delight.

"How long?"

He pressed his ear to her stomach, eager to hear the tiny life within.

"Over a year now," Stussy said softly. "It probably started that first time, back at the Tree of Knowledge, by the historical Poneglyphs."

"A year? And no signs?" Brook blinked, confused. Linlin was nearly ready to pop after ten months, but Stussy’s belly was still flat?

"I forgot to mention," Stussy said, clutching his shoulders nervously. "We’re rare for a reason. Our pregnancies last ten years. One year for us is like one month for a normal human."

Brook’s jaw dropped. Ten years?

"No worries," he said, quickly softening. "I’ll wait as long as it takes. You need to take it easy, though. I’ll get someone to lighten your load."

He wrapped her in a gentle hug, reassuring her. A decade-long pregnancy? Weird, sure, but it was his kid. He’d roll with it.

Stussy’s eyes sparkled, relieved he wasn’t put off by her quirks.

"Don’t underestimate me, Brook! I may not have Linlin’s freakish stamina, but I am no pushover. I can handle the Hell Pirates’ business without breaking a sweat!"

Her confidence was back, and she leaned in, whispering coyly in his ear. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

"Oh, and for the next few years, we can still... you know, play our games. No restrictions."

Brook’s eyes gleamed.

"My dear, are you saying you want to keep your job? Well, in that case..."

...

Good news puts a spring in your step!

Stussy’s pregnancy wouldn’t show for another couple of years, and Brook was already daydreaming about a daughter.

Oh, right, she had a 90% chance of producing daughter, and only one child per pregnancy. Not quite the 100% daughter rate of Amazon Lily’s Kuja Tribe, but close enough.

The downside? Once Stussy hit the later stages of her decade-long pregnancy, Brook might have to keep his hands off his favorite flirty, tea-spilling little witch.

He paused, struck by the thought. Stussy was his soft spot, but a good man accepts all challenges! She’d be going through more than him, so he’d make sure she was cared for.

Still, one kid with Stussy was enough. At least he had Linlin and Angelie to keep him company.

Ten-year pregnancies and low conception rates?

Speaking of Celestial Dragons, ever since Brook raided Punk Hazard, he’d been itching to hit the Valley of the Gods and Mary Geoise next.

Those filthy Celestial Dragon—how many rare races had they enslaved? It was an outrage, a crime against justice!

Brook, a pirate through and through, felt a righteous fire in his bones. He’d liberate those oppressed rare races for the sake of justice and peace!

Okay, maybe the swirling ghostly winds and spectral figures around him didn’t scream "hero," but in his heart, he was more righteous than the Marines!

...

At the training grounds, Brook summoned a squad of spectral generals to spar with the new recruits—Lunarians, and other rare races. Yesterday, Redfield had put them through a lightning-charged gauntlet.

Tenmoku, the soft-spoken Three-Eyed Tribe girl, stood by Brook’s side, diligently recording the recruits’ combat stats for their next training plan.

Not only was she the deputy curator of the Tree of Knowledge, but she also served as one of Vegapunk’s assistants. Her vast knowledge left even the library’s scholars in awe.

Vegapunk himself had praised her, saying she could keep up with about a tenth of his genius—a rare compliment from the man. Tenmoku was a gem, a once-in-a-generation talent.

She was also helping Vegapunk translate the blueprints for the ancient weapon Pluton. But progress was slow—Brook’s resources were still too limited compared to the World Government’s 800-year stockpile. They didn’t even have enough materials yet.

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