One Piece: My Crew is from Other World-Chapter 95: The Dragon Hunter Pirates Gather Together!

Chapter 95: The Dragon Hunter Pirates Gather Together!

The moment the new crew members arrived, Najenda and the others gathered on deck.

"Captain!"

Jigokudo was the first to step forward, his expression respectful as he stood before Ryuunosuke. Even now, his loyalty ran deep—etched into his bones. Though Tendo Pain wasn't from his village originally, once he became Pain, his shadow had been burned into Jigokudo's spirit.

Ryuunosuke gave a small nod. "Let me introduce everyone."

He pointed to the newcomers. "This is Tendo Pain—real name, Yahiko. He'll be leading the Third Division. And this young lady here is Machi, a member of the Phantom Troupe's Second Division."

Najemda stepped forward with her usual calm smile. "Looks like we've got more monsters joining the crew." She extended her hand. "Najenda, First Division captain of Night Raid." fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

"I'm Akame. First Division, too," Akame added quietly, her voice as sharp as her blade.

One by one, the rest introduced themselves until everyone was familiar with each other's names and divisions.

Then Machi tilted her head, looking puzzled. "Captain... did you just say 'Phantom Troupe'? What do you mean by that?"

Of course she knew what the Phantom Troupe was—she'd been one of its original members. That's what confused her.

Ryuunosuke smirked. "Chrollo's with us too. He's just not here yet. Should be arriving soon."

Machi froze. Her eyes widened, and her voice trembled. "Chrollo... isn't he... dead?"

Tears welled up in her eyes.

A calm, familiar voice spoke from the side. "Nope. I'm alive."

Everyone turned. Sure enough, it was Chrollo—standing on the deck, a soft smile on his face. "Long time no see, Machi."

He had arrived earlier than expected, thanks to the stolen Celestial Dragon warship—far faster than the old one. If it had been the previous ship, he probably wouldn't have made it until the afternoon. But here he was, just past noon.

"Chrollo!"

Machi didn't wait for another word. She rushed into his arms, the tears in her eyes now joined by a joyful smile.

"No wonder she never gave Hisoka the time of day," Ryuunosuke whispered. "So this was the connection."

"Both from Meteor City. Both joined the Phantom Troupe together. Makes sense they'd be close," he added.

Ryuunosuke smiled as he watched the emotional reunion. The others were all looking at the pair too—after all, Chrollo had been sailing solo since he joined. But the results he'd brought back, both intel and loot, were nothing short of impressive.

It was clear the Phantom Troupe had adapted to this world's rhythm even faster than some of the older members.

Just as Chrollo opened his mouth to speak, his eyes darted toward the warship.

"...Wait. Is the ship already eating?"

Ryuunosuke chuckled. "Yup. Our special partner's got quite the appetite."

The warship—infused with malevolence and spirit—had already begun devouring the Celestial Dragon ship. Unlike standard pirate vessels, this one had top-tier materials and high-tech components, making it an absolute delicacy to the living warship.

Of course, if it were a ship with a soul, like the Going Merry, things would be different. Anything with a spirit wasn't just an object anymore—it had a will of its own.

Najenda gaze sharpened. "Did anyone follow you here?"

Ryuunosuke's smile faded. "I know it's a bit of a mood killer, but we have to be cautious. We're messing with the Celestial Dragons' assets now. That's serious heat."

Everyone knew the truth. The world's nobles might be trash in the eyes of many, but their power and wealth were undeniable. That kind of status attracted powerful subordinates—like the elite Celestial Guards, or those deeply tied to the arms trade.

Chrollo shook his head. "Nothing so far. I even beat my crew back here—they won't arrive until this afternoon."

Ryuunosuke nodded, then turned to the others. "Alright. Let me explain what we're doing next."

"Tendo Pain—Yahiko—you'll lead the Third Division. I'm assigning you half of the odd jobs squad. Your main task is intelligence gathering."

He turned to Jigokudo. "You'll go with him. I don't want large-scale battles—focus on staying alive and collecting information. That's priority one."

"Understood, Captain," Yahiko replied, his face unreadable as always.

"Once Chrollo's crew gets back, pick a few ships and split up."

He looked at Chrollo. "You'll continue moving independently, just like before. Spread out. Stay mobile. If something goes down and I need support, you need to be able to move fast."

He gave a short laugh. "Last time, if it wasn't for your positioning, Jigokudo probably would've summoned all the statues and nuked the place. We'd have been screwed."

Chrollo nodded. "I'll handle it."

"Oh, and Captain," Chrollo added with a grin, "on this trip, I found eight Devil Fruits."

A few gasps sounded from the crew.

Chrollo continued, "But I don't plan to use them. I want to store them. Mind giving me a personal cabin on the Evil Warship to start a collection?"

His tone was almost childlike with excitement.

Ryuunosuke raised an eyebrow but smiled. "Sure."

Kuroro, like any true thief, had a love for treasures. Devil Fruits were trophies to him—valuable, rare, and worth hoarding.

Though the Phantom Troupe had once dabbled in collecting people, Ryuunosuke had made it very clear: that wasn't acceptable anymore. Chrollo respected that.

"First Division stays on the Evil Warship," Ryuunosuke continued. "Also, everyone—don't neglect your training. No matter what powers you've got, your body needs to keep up."

With that, Ryuunosuke opened his palm.

Drops of glowing, emerald-green liquid floated into the air—life essence, rich with vitality.

He didn't keep any for himself. Following the system's guidance, he distributed the drops to everyone.

Even without knowing what it was, their instincts told them this substance was powerful. Their bodies responded automatically, hearts quickening with anticipation.

Chrollo didn't hesitate. He popped the drop into his mouth.

Immediately, a wild surge of energy exploded from his body. A visible layer of telekinesis shimmered around him like an aura.

Akame and the others stared, shocked. They had never seen or even sensed telekinesis before, but now they could feel it pouring from Chrollo.

All of that—from just a single drop?

Everyone's eyes lit up.

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