One Piece: My Crew is from Other World-Chapter 680: Monsters on the Red Line!

Chapter 680: Monsters on the Red Line!

Hearing their identical answers, Tsuru could only give a wry smile.

These two were already old men, yet they were still charging toward danger with the excitement of hot blooded rookies. Anyone else would have chosen to retreat the moment they realized how lethal this place was.

But that was exactly who Garp and Sengoku were. Tsuru had known it for decades.

"Alright," she said quietly. "We go in and take a look."

After that, she began tidying the battlefield.

With Tsuru’s ability, the corpses of the fallen monsters were purified cleanly, reduced into a thin layer, and sealed away.

These things had enormous research value. Once they brought them back, the scientists could study them properly.

The three pushed deeper.

Not long after, they ran into another group.

Rustle.

The instant the monsters noticed them, they charged.

"No way!"

Garp’s face twisted in pure misery.

"When I came out, I was hoping for a good fight... but I’m sick of fighting this kind of thing already!"

Even as he complained, he raised his fist and released a domineering pressure.

"Good thing I brought the life essence Ryuunosuke gave me before I left, or I really wouldn’t be able to keep up!"

"I can feel my body getting drained dry!"

"The Buddha’s trembling!"

Sengoku shoved a bottle into his mouth and swallowed the life essence, then immediately unleashed his Devil Fruit power.

While those two went in head first, Tsuru stayed to the side, eyes sharp.

If anything appeared that could truly threaten them, she would warn them instantly.

Otherwise, with how Garp and Sengoku fought, they would not notice death walking up behind them until it was already biting.

Half an hour later, the dozen or so monsters in that wave were all dead.

But Garp and Sengoku looked just as ugly.

These monsters were slow, yes, but their defense and strength were ridiculous.

Garp’s fists were swollen from the impact before he finally broke them down.

And that had only been a dozen.

"They’re stronger than the ones on the outside... but not a qualitative change yet."

Sengoku exhaled, sounding tired.

"I think we can’t go any deeper."

He sounded reluctant, but the risk was obvious now.

Garp flopped down on his back and stared at the sky.

"Sengoku, how much life essence do you have left?"

"Six bottles," Sengoku answered.

"But the effect isn’t as good as before."

"If this keeps going..."

He did not finish the sentence, but his meaning was clear.

It was not that the life essence had become useless.

It was that after using it for so long, their bodies were starting to reject the strain.

People at their level understood their bodies too well.

At most, they could force it a few more times. After that, it would barely help.

"I can probably endure four more," Garp muttered, still lying there.

"But Sengoku... did you notice something?"

"Our bodies feel like they’re... about to break through."

"Break through?" Sengoku stared at him.

"Are you still treating us like we’re young brats?"

"At your age, you’re still thinking about that kind of dangerous gamble?"

But he understood immediately.

Garp wanted to use these monsters to push himself to the edge again.

If it worked, their strength would rise.

If it failed, their bodies would collapse under the pressure.

It sounded glorious. It was brutal.

Garp laughed loudly, completely shameless.

"I started preparing the moment I saw that life essence."

"But besides that brat Ryuunosuke and his crew, where else do you find opponents worth testing against?"

"Guardians and Evictors are just asking to get dragged into trouble."

"So I’ve been suppressing the idea."

"But now..."

He stood up.

His aura surged again.

Sengoku’s eyes widened when he felt it.

That pressure had already surpassed Garp’s previous limit.

"You already..."

"We’re not fully through yet," Garp said, grinning.

"But we made a small breakthrough."

"I can feel it. I might be able to finish the transformation right here."

"Sengoku... aren’t you tempted?"

He slammed a fist down.

The ground shattered, turned to dust.

The destructive power was far beyond what he had shown earlier.

Tsuru’s expression tightened.

What was exciting about this?

"Garp, are you planning to power up so you can go fight those guardians?"

"Even if you break your limits, the two of you might break through too."

"But do you think this era is still something we can interfere with?"

Tsuru did not want to crush his enthusiasm.

But someone had to say it plainly.

Their strength was enough to govern, to stabilize, to maintain balance on the seas.

But in front of the Dragon Hunter Pirates, even Lilith and Adam were helpless.

Even if they got stronger, what would it truly change?

"Yes," Garp said, still smiling, but his eyes were sharp.

"This powerlessness feels awful."

"But if we get stronger, at least we can teach these monsters a lesson!"

He spoke with that simple honest grin of his, the kind that made Tsuru feel like she was looking at a reckless boy instead of a legend.

She shook her head.

He was an old man, yet he still carried that ridiculous spirit.

"Fine," she sighed.

"Just make sure you both stay alive..."

Then her words stopped.

"What is that?!"

A dreadful aura crashed down like a storm.

Garp and Sengoku immediately fell silent, their expressions turning serious as they looked toward the source.

Something wrapped in black energy was approaching.

Slowly.

But it felt like death itself was walking toward them.

"We need to leave," Tsuru said, voice low.

"This thing... it feels... wrong."

The closer it came, the stronger the sensation of life and death became.

"We can’t evacuate now," Garp said, his grin gone.

Because it was not only that thing.

More monsters had appeared around them.

They were surrounded.

Even Garp swallowed hard.

"Then we fight," he said, forcing his breath steady.

"We don’t know what abilities they have, but standing here doing nothing is even stupider."

"And we’re too passive."

He unleashed Haki.

It looked like Armament Haki, but it was not just Armament.

It was Armament fused with Conqueror’s will.

That was why Roger had once called him Iron Fist.

A punch like that truly hurt.

"We should’ve left earlier," Sengoku muttered through gritted teeth.

Boom!

He transformed into a golden Buddha and struck back without hesitation.

Minutes later, Sengoku and Garp shifted position, placing Tsuru behind them.

"This is bad," Garp panted, voice rough.

"These monsters aren’t on the same level as the ones we fought earlier."

"And I told you to leave," Sengoku snapped, but he did not slow down.

"Get ready. We fight."

With their overwhelming attack power, they forced the monsters back step by step, carving a path while retreating toward the edge of the Red Line.

If they could escape the Red Line itself, these monsters would no longer be their problem.

At least, that was the hope they were betting their lives on.

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