One Piece: My Crew is from Other World-Chapter 110: Blackbeard’s Target!

Chapter 110: Blackbeard's Target!

Another day passed.

Last night, Machi finished stitching up Mont Blanc's injuries. His internal organs had been healed through Machi's delicate telekinesis. Of course, this kind of internal work had taken a heavy toll on Machi's stamina. After completing the surgery, she headed back to the boat to rest.

That morning, Ryuunosuke sat in front of the recovering man.

"Mr. Mont, when's the best time for us to set sail?" he asked straight to the point.

Mont had mentioned that an upwelling would occur in three days. Now, two of those days had already passed. If they didn't move soon, they might miss the opportunity.

"I'll need to head out and check things myself before I can say for sure," Mont replied as he stood up slowly. "I never imagined I'd be healed like this... Thank you, Ryuunosuke."

He turned toward his boat. "I'll head out first. You guys wait here."

For this part, Ryuunosuke and the others couldn't do much to help. After all, reading the complex movements of the ocean was impossible without years of experience.

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Meanwhile, on a deserted island somewhere out at sea...

Blackbeard lay on the ground, completely motionless, his body surrounded by flies and crawling insects. He'd clearly been there for a while.

"Damn... it hurts..."

He groaned, trying to move. The moment he did, searing pain shot through every inch of his body.

Blackbeard wasn't like normal people. The pain he experienced was several times more intense than what others felt. And that wasn't just a figure of speech—pain that might be tolerable to others felt like death to him.

If it weren't for his incredibly resilient body, he probably would've passed out from the agony already.

The damage came not just from his battle with Ace—but also from the backlash of using his Dark Acupoints technique. The Dark-Dark Fruit was, like the Tremor-Tremor Fruit, one of the most powerful Paramecia-class abilities. With that level of power came a heavy toll on the user's body.

Just look at Whitebeard. Years of using the Tremor-Tremor Fruit left his body in a wreck.

"Shit..."

"If Ryuunosuke hadn't shown up out of nowhere, I'd have Ace by now..."

"With Ace as a bargaining chip, dealing with the Navy would've been a breeze!"

Blackbeard clenched his jaw, seething. Just thinking about it made his blood boil.

One day, he swore, he'd wipe out the Dragon Hunter Pirates.

"Perururu..."

His Den Den Mushi began to ring.

"Lafitte, what is it?" he answered gruffly, irritation lacing his voice. He wasn't in the mood for chit-chat.

"Captain Teach," Lafitte replied, voice slick with amusement, "I've found something... interesting."

"You know Crocodile—one of the Seven Warlords in Alabasta? He got taken down."

Blackbeard raised an eyebrow.

"And guess who did it?" Lafitte continued. "A newcomer. But not just any rookie—he's Garp's grandson."

"...What did you say?" Blackbeard sat up suddenly, gasping in pain. "Garp's grandson?"

"Yes. And from what I've heard, he and his crew are heading toward Jaya Island."

"If we grab him, the Navy will lose their minds," Lafitte said, chuckling darkly.

Blackbeard scowled. "Jaya Island, huh..."

He had no idea what Ryuunosuke and his crew were doing there—but if they were still on that island...

He shook his head. Bad memories. He didn't want to run into them again.

"Not now. I need to recover first," Blackbeard muttered. "Pass the word along—tell everyone to steer clear of Jaya Island and the surrounding waters."

"That Dragon Hunter crew is no joke."

"Got it," Lafitte replied. "I'll handle my own thing for now."

The call ended.

Blackbeard sat quietly for a moment. Although he believed Ryuunosuke wasn't quite on Whitebeard's level of strength... the sense of danger he felt from him was much, much worse.

In fact, Blackbeard couldn't shake the feeling that, if he hadn't used the dark acupoints technique to escape, he'd be dead already.

Just thinking about it sent a shiver down his spine.

Eventually, he pulled himself to his feet and limped toward the shore.

A flock of seagulls soared above as Blackbeard bought a stack of newspapers from a News Coo. Flipping one open, his eyes widened.

"One hundred million berries?!"

There it was—Straw Hat Luffy's face, plastered right next to a massive bounty figure.

The Navy didn't just hand out bounties for fun. Their bounties reflected a pirate's power and their threat to the world. A high bounty meant you weren't just strong—you'd done something that pissed off the World Government.

Some pirates got high bounties for their brutality—wiping out towns during raids, for instance. Others, like Luffy, earned them by upsetting the balance of power.

Taking down Crocodile, a Warlord of the Sea? Yeah. That alone justified the triple-digit bounty.

Blackbeard stared at the paper for a while.

"Should I go after him instead?" he muttered.

But after a moment, he crumpled up the newspaper and tossed it aside. A strange smile crept onto his face.

Then, without another word, he stepped back onto his ship and sailed off.

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Meanwhile, at the Sabaody Archipelago...

"Those bastards!"

CRASH!

Saint Valrona hurled his wineglass across the room, shattering it against the wall. His face was twisted with rage.

All his life, he'd gotten whatever he wanted. But this time—this time was different.

Not only had someone stolen the weapons shipment he was supposed to trade, they'd also wiped out his precious personal pirate crew.

And to a Celestial Dragon? That was unforgivable.

"Borsalino!" he barked. "Take me with you. I want to destroy the Dragon Hunter Pirates myself!"

Across the room, Admiral Borsalino—Kizaru—was calmly trimming his nails.

"Nononono..." he said lazily, without even looking up. "Lord Valrona, even Admiral Kuzan and Vice Admiral Garp failed to bring them down. Do you really think taking you along would help?"

Valrona froze.

He didn't care much for logic, but even he knew Borsalino had a point.

If those monsters had already evaded the Navy's best, tagging along with a single admiral would only get him killed.

Still, he wasn't done.

"Then what the hell do we do?!" he snapped. "There's got to be a way to kill those bastards!"

"For that," Borsalino replied coolly, "you'll need to speak with the Fleet Admiral. I'm just doing my job... and this trip's purely business."

He said it so nonchalantly, it made Valrona even angrier—but what could he say?

The Dragon Hunter Pirates weren't just dangerous—they were becoming a real problem for everyone.

And Saint Valrona had just learned the hard way: not even a Celestial Dragon was safe anymore.

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