One Piece: My Crew Members Are Legendary 3D Heroines

At the mouth of the alley, Ethan Chen sat on a wooden crate, legs apart, staring coldly at the still-wailing thug.

"Talk. Who are you people? What's your goal? And who sent you?"

The thug didn't respond. He just kept moaning and crying for help.

"Hurts, doesn't it? Makes sense. Your shin's bent at a nasty angle..." Ethan muttered. "2B, hand me the sword."

"Here," 2B said, handing over Virtuous Contract, the hefty white blade.

Ethan rested the sword across the man's knee. "Since it's hurting so much, maybe I should just chop it off. That way, you won't feel it anymore."

"No! No! I'll talk!" The thug cried out, grinding his teeth against the pain. "We... we're slave hunters! That redhead over there is my boss. We were just scouting for a new target, same as always."

"And then you decided to target us?"

"Y-yes... that female fighter who beat the Osprey crew... if we could capture her and sell her to the pirates, we'd make a fortune..."

"Did you already find a buyer?"

"No... not yet..."

"Well, too bad," Ethan said, raising the blade. A clean strike followed and the man's cries were cut short as his head hit the ground.

There were two kinds of people Ethan hated most in this world: drug dealers and human traffickers.

If he had the power, he'd have them executed ten times over.

He didn't know if this world had a drug problem, but slavers? There were plenty. They targeted both ordinary people and rare races alike, locking them in display cases, auctioning them off like goods. Their clients ranged from everyday plantation owners to the so-called celestial nobles.

As long as the traffickers paid enough tax, no one batted an eye. At most, the slave hunters would get a symbolic bounty slapped on them nothing that couldn't be ignored.

But Ethan didn't care about the world's corrupt systems. This was a brutal era, an era where the powerful devoured the weak.

The roots of this world were already rotten.

Still, they shouldn't have touched his crew.

That was the real mistake.

He was furious shaking with rage. One dead wasn't enough.

Sword in hand, he strode toward the slavers still gasping on the ground beyond the fading smoke, their bodies battered by 2B's assault.

First in line was the redhead the supposed leader. His face was twisted in terror as he scrambled backward.

"Wait! Wait! I have money! I'll give you all of it... please, just let me go!"

"Money? Save it for your grave."

Without a second thought, Ethan raised the blade again.

One. Two. Three...

By the time he returned the now blood-soaked sword to 2B, the alley was lined with headless corpses.

He knelt and gently hoisted the still-unconscious Tifa onto his back.

"Let's go."

As they stepped out of the alley, they were met by a group of Navy soldiers cordoning off the street.

Ethan glanced at the leading officer. "Slave hunters. We got into a fight and, unfortunately, they didn't make it. You can verify their identities later. Just make sure the bounty gets delivered to my ship."

"Understood," the officer replied with a sharp salute. He wisely didn't mention that he had watched Ethan behead every last one of them. "We'll confirm their identities and deliver the full reward to your ship."

"Thanks."

Pushing through the crowd of curious onlookers and Navy personnel, they returned to the ship.

Hearing the commotion outside, Mona peeked out of her cabin. "Back so soon? Ethan what happened? You're covered in blood!"

"I'm fine," Ethan reassured her, steadying her as she ran down in a panic. "It's not mine. We ran into trouble on the way."

"And Tifa?" Mona's eyes fell on the unconscious girl slumped over his back. "Is she okay?"

"She inhaled some sleeping gas. Just passed out."

"Whew... glad she's alright." Mona let out a breath of relief. "What the heck did you guys run into? You were only gone for a little while!"

"Ran into a slaver gang," Ethan explained. "Tifa got pickpocketed, chased the guy into an alley, and got ambushed. She passed out, but 2B beat them all and got her out."

"Exactly," 2B confirmed calmly. "That's what happened."

"I can't believe it was an ambush," Mona muttered. "That's way too careless."

"You can't guard against everything."

In the Final Fantasy VII Remake, the protagonists were often surprisingly unguarded. Whether it was falling for Don Corneo's tricks in Wall Market or the ambush set by Lone Wolf in the Sector 7 undercity, even heroes capable of saving the world were easily caught off guard.

High offense, low defense. Glass cannons getting knocked out by a sneak attack from a minor character that had always been a running theme in some Japanese anime and games.

Which is why, in many web novels, you'd see authors give their characters extrasensory perception or magic shields anything to prevent a backstab from ruining the plot.

It also emphasized just how vital Haki especially Observation Haki was in this world.

"Exactly," Mona agreed. "It's safer to stick together when going out. Wandering off alone is too risky... You should take Tifa to her room and then go shower and change. You stink."

"No rush... I just had a fun idea. Let's teach Tifa a little lesson. She needs to be more cautious can't keep making rookie mistakes like this."

"Ugh... my head," Tifa groaned, rubbing her temple as she slowly regained consciousness.

Once the dizziness wore off, she finally had a moment to take in her surroundings.

It looked like a ship's cabin. The floor was covered in straw. Her wrists were shackled with iron cuffs, chained securely to the wall.

She tugged at them twice tight. No easy way out.

Her combat gloves were missing too, meaning she couldn't access the embedded magic crystals.

She glanced down barefoot.

Even her kicks were out of the question now.

And most alarming of all she was no longer wearing the pants and shirt she had gone out in. Someone had changed her into a light, airy dress.

Panic flared in her eyes as she frantically patted herself down but nothing seemed violated.

Still, it was cold comfort in a situation like this.

She tried to piece things together. The last thing she remembered was getting her wallet stolen, chasing the thief into an alley, and then the smoke...

A trap. It had all been a setup.

The danger of this world had once again shattered her expectations.

She didn't know what her captors wanted, or what fate awaited her. She didn't even know if the captain knew where she was or if rescue would come.

A wave of helplessness washed over her, and she sank to the ground, hugging her knees like a frightened child.

Just then, the cabin door creaked open.

She looked up instinctively and saw a hooded figure in a white mask 2B step inside. Behind her was a man draped in a luxurious fur coat, wearing a golden mask the "young noble" Ethan Chen in disguise.

"So this is the high-grade product you mentioned?" the masked man said in a deliberately shrill voice, as though he were pinching his throat.

His gaze swept over Tifa, not with concern, but like a buyer appraising livestock as though he could see through her clothes and into the fullness of her curves.

"Doesn't look like much. Aside from that oversized chest, she's nothing special... I guess 'big chest, small brain' fits her perfectly. No wonder you managed to capture her."

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