One Piece: Transmigrated as Crocodile

"Vice Admiral Onigumo, I heard you had a little conflict with one of the Shichibukai's subordinates in the streets?" Vice Admiral Doberman asked, slightly furrowing his brows as he sat in the same office as Onigumo.

It wasn't exactly a major incident. Forget a conflict—even if Onigumo had killed one of Crocodile's subordinates, the most it would require was a formal report to the Fleet Admiral.

After all, how much could a subordinate truly matter to a Shichibukai? Did Crocodile really care enough to trouble the Marines over something so minor?

As long as the dispute wasn't with a Shichibukai directly, it was hardly worth discussing.

But this situation was different.

To some extent, Crocodile had contributed to this operation.

Even if Onigumo and Doberman both disliked the Shichibukai system, publicly humiliating one wasn't the smartest move. That was why Doberman spoke up.

"A small conflict, nothing more. At worst, I killed one of his subordinates—I even left him another one," Onigumo said dismissively.

"The current situation is complicated. If this incident causes Crocodile to interfere, it could complicate our pursuit of Moris. The Shichibukai still serve a purpose, even if we despise this system," Doberman replied, feeling that Onigumo had been a bit reckless.

Still, he understood Onigumo's motives.

Howard Luca's background was well known. Doberman didn't press the issue further—just a reminder was enough.

Besides, their ranks were equal—he could only advise, not command.

At the end of the day, it was just a subordinate.

Crocodile might be unhappy, but he wasn't about to go to war over it.

At worst, Fleet Admiral Sengoku would receive a report about the incident.

But that was all.

"Any new updates on Moris?" Doberman asked.

"Some. I cut off part of his supply chain at a hidden coastal spot, but he wasn't there. We captured a few of his men for interrogation. Soon, we'll have his escape route figured out," Onigumo replied.

The large-scale search operation had yielded results.

Moris's ambitions were obvious—he had recruited and trained numerous bounty hunters, some of whom Onigumo even recognized.

He had also seized a massive amount of resources.

The supplies Onigumo intercepted—Beli, gold, and treasures—amounted to around 700 to 800 million Beli.

For a bounty hunter, this was an outrageous sum.

And it was only a fraction of what Moris controlled.

"Seems like running a wine estate is quite a lucrative business," Doberman mused.

"I'll prepare for deployment. Notify me as soon as the interrogation yields results. Fleet Admiral Sengoku and Admiral Kizaru are monitoring this closely. Marine Headquarters is waiting for our victory report," Doberman said, immediately moving into action.

"Moris… instead of being a bounty hunter, you wanted to start some ridiculous 'Bounty Guild'? And you dared to kill Marine officers?"

"You deserve death!" Onigumo's expression turned icy as his killing intent flared.

No one had ever resisted his interrogation.

He just hoped Moris hadn't gotten too far—otherwise, this mission could drag on for quite some time.

——

Aboard the Dawn, Rosen sat listening to MR.5's account.

His expression remained neutral, but his rage burned silently.

If Daz Bones had provoked this fight himself, Rosen wouldn't be this furious.

But according to MR.5, they had simply gone to buy medicine—and Onigumo had arbitrarily accused them of smuggling supplies to pirates.

Under the pretense of "searching for evidence," he launched a sudden attack on Daz Bones.

A Marine Headquarters Vice Admiral striking first, without hesitation—there was no chance Daz Bones could defend himself.

He was heavily injured on the spot.

Even so, he fought back, but it was futile.

In the end, Onigumo pierced him with a poisoned blade, injecting him with a lethal toxin.

MR.5, terrified yet defiant, had launched a full-power attack—only to be kicked away like an insect.

Then, Onigumo spared his life, leaving him with a message:

"The duty of a Shichibukai is not to observe—it is to assist."

It was a clear warning—punishment for Crocodile's "inaction" in not saving Captain Luca.

Hearing this, Valentine and the other crew members were seething with fury.

Marine Headquarters was pushing too far.

Still, they knew—fighting the Marines outright wasn't an option.

Even Rosen wouldn't go to war with the Marines over this.

And they would do the same in his position.

Rosen understood this.

So did Robin.

This was a debt they had no choice but to swallow.

"I see. Doctor, how is Daz Bones?" Rosen finally asked, his voice low.

The ship's doctor shook his head grimly.

"It's not just the wound—the poison was injected directly into his system. It's colorless, odorless, and invisible—yet extremely potent. It resembles certain spider venoms I've seen before, eating away at his internal organs. There's no saving him."

"Onigumo…" Rosen murmured, recalling his multiple-limbed abilities.

"Not even a chance?"

"None. The poison has spread throughout his body. The only way to remove it would be through a full-body filtration, extracting it bit by bit. But with current medical technology, that's impossible—even if we had an antidote, the damage already done cannot be reversed."

The mood on the ship was heavy.

Death itself wasn't unusual.

But when it was one of their own—it was different.

"Or… you could try your 'healing ability,' Boss," Robin suggested.

Rosen froze—then immediately relaxed his body.

He had almost forgotten about that.

His still-healing wounds shed tiny particles of white light, drifting onto Daz Bones' body.

Daz Bones was a loyal and powerful subordinate.

If he died, who else on the ship could match his strength?

MR.5 was improving—but he wasn't strong enough yet.

Valentine barely trained at all.

Robin wasn't much of a fighter.

Even Kung Fu Dugong was probably more reliable than the rest.

This wasn't just about killing a subordinate—Onigumo had severed one of Rosen's arms.

His rage was real—but he had to be strategic.

If Marine Headquarters was trying to warn him, he needed to send a message back.

As the healing process continued, more and more vitality-infused particles gathered on Daz Bones.

Rosen asked again, "Doctor, any changes?"

"The wound is slowly healing… but the poison remains. It seems to have stopped spreading, but it's still there. This will only keep him alive for now—it won't cure him."

Disappointment settled over the crew.

"Then we'll keep him stable. I'll tend to him daily—update me on any changes. The rest of you, return to your duties. Robin, come with me—I need your help with something."

Rosen turned and walked back to his cabin.

Robin hesitated.

Did he still have a plan?

Fighting the Marines or demanding answers wouldn't accomplish anything.

Would he really go to war over Daz Bones?

The consequences could be disastrous.

But she followed him anyway, filled with questions.

What was he planning?

(End of Chapter)

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