One Piece: Capitalist Brook's Crew Expansion Plan

Chapter 444: Burning the Dragon Eggs

Daene Targary had mentioned that no dragons had appeared in the Westeros Kingdom for over a century, so did that mean these dragon eggs had been sitting in this dragon tomb for more than a hundred years?

The fact that they could last that long without dying already spoke to their incredible vitality!

"Haven’t the Targary clan ever tried hatching these dragons again? This is such a waste!"

Brook couldn’t help but think that these eggs had been left in the dim, gloomy environment of the dragon tomb for so long that their life force had slowly drained away. But why hadn’t they hatched before ending up here in the first place?

"Prometheus, blast these eggs with some fire for me!"

Brook directly ordered Charlotte Linlin’s advanced Homie, the sun Prometheus. Now that Linlin was on his side, and with the Yomi Yomi no Mi perfectly countering any Homie, all of them treated Brook with the same reverence they gave her. They followed his commands just as readily—short of anything that would endanger Linlin’s life, they’d do pretty much whatever he said!

"Mama~ Brook, you wanna eat some roasted dragon eggs? I wanna try one too!"

Charlotte Linlin’s mouth started watering at the sight of the eggs getting torched. She’d never tasted dragon egg before.

"Brook, that’s way too wasteful. Why not hand them over to Dr. Vegapunk for research? He might figure out a way to hatch them!"

Stussy immediately stepped in to stop it, blocking Prometheus from baking the other two eggs and only letting it roast one for now.

If Brook and Charlotte Linlin were just looking to satisfy a craving, they could start with one. Besides, these eggs had been sitting around for ages—they could be dead or rotten. Who’d want to eat that?

The thought alone was gross!

Brook ignored Charlotte Linlin and Stussy, focusing intently on the egg being engulfed in flames.

According to the intel from Antonio, the Targary clan had legends about being "unburnt," immune to fire. But in the last century or so, no one in the family dared test it anymore.

With the dragons gone, it seemed like the Targary clan’s dragon bloodline couldn’t awaken properly, and the unburnt ability had vanished too. If any of them jumped into a fire now, they’d just end up like anyone else—burned to ashes!

That’s what gave Brook the idea: these eggs probably needed high heat to hatch, constant scorching flames to develop properly.

Leaving them in a dragon tomb was basically a slow death sentence!

What were these Targary clan’s brains made of?

They called themselves dragon blood inheritors, unburnt and all that, but in just a short century, they’d lost so much knowledge.

Unless some powerful force had deliberately wiped out the dragons and erased the Targary clan’s records, causing a complete break in their history and leaving them clueless about everything dragon-related.

But that didn’t add up either. If someone had that kind of power, they’d have just wiped out the Targary clan entirely and stolen all the eggs.

Could there be something like the Hobby-Hobby Fruit at play here?

Making the Targary clan forget or lose key information?

Either way, none of that mattered to Brook right now. He was getting a bit excited because he noticed the egg under the intense flames showing a slight change—its life aura seemed to strengthen just a tiny bit.

It was actually working?

He wondered if tossing them into the airspace above a volcano’s magma would speed things up, or maybe getting Vegapunk to whip up a high-temperature incubator back home.

...

"That’s enough, Prometheus!"

After Brook had the sun Prometheus stop, he quickly got Charlotte Linlin and Stussy to help, each of them hoisting one egg to haul back to Golden Island.

At the rate of development from the fire, wouldn’t it take decades to hatch?

Brook did the math and felt his scalp tingle. Who had time to wait through such a long incubation period? This was ridiculous!

Suddenly, he thought of the Ripe-Ripe Fruit—activate it once, and bam, twenty years added. That eight-year-old pervert Momonosuke turned into a twenty-eight-year-old stud!

Holy crap, that meant his dragon mounts were a sure thing!

No way, he had to push Mansherry from the Tontatta Tribe to develop her Ripe-Ripe Fruit more. This was way too overpowered—instant army training, no sweat!

Even Germa 66’s artificial soldiers took five years per batch. If Mansherry had the stamina, they could crank out a fleet of dragons first. Pair that with Vegapunk’s cloning tech, and Brook felt like he could steamroll the world.

Calm down, calm down!

It probably wasn’t that simple. Devil Fruits had tons of limitations, or the world would’ve blown up ages ago.

Conservation of energy—energy doesn’t come from nowhere or vanish into thin air.

The power to activate a Devil Fruit ability had to follow that rule too!

"Let’s search around for any other eggs and ship them all back to Sky Island. Screw it—have Shiki haul the entire dragon tomb back to Sky Island!"

Brook started to give orders for hunting down more eggs, but then he realized: these dragon corpses could be top-tier strategic resources. No point in piecemealing it—just take the whole damn thing!

I bet Daene Targary wouldn’t mind!!

For now, Brook couldn’t be bothered exploring the Dragon Cavern any further. Once Golden Lion Shiki got the tomb back to Sky Island, they could turn it into a massive blind box adventure!

...

Brook stepped out of the dragon tomb and saw Redfield dragging the half-dead Night King Arzuka over, tossing him at everyone’s feet!

A few guards quickly slapped Seastone cuffs and chains on the Night King Arzuka and locked him up.

"Brook-sama, there are still a ton of zombie troops on Frozen Wastes Island. Should we recover any of them? There are some ice giant zombies in there!"

The sniper Silva, with his Glare-Glare Fruit’s thousand-mile vision, knew Brook’s capitalist instincts well—he was all about squeezing every last drop of value from the world!

"Yeah, send someone to salvage anything useful!"

Ice giants, Elbaf giants, plus a bunch of dragon corpses—Brook might actually build an undead legion. Wherever they went, they’d spread the terror of the Hell Pirates.

Momentum, momentum—once you build it, everything falls into place, smooth sailing all the way!

It’s like the wheels of history, crushing anything in their path!

Once a monopoly gets rolling, nothing stops it—it balloons out of control, becoming a nightmare for the little guy!

After assigning his crew to guard the tomb, Brook hopped onto his Cloud Hera and flew off into the distance. He wanted to check on how the war in this Westeros Kingdom was going.

Charlotte Linlin leaped onto her Thundercloud Zeus, Stussy spread her wings, and Redfield turned into a bolt of lightning, all following right behind.

This time, the Westeros Kingdom’s rebellion of the seven generals had split the nation into seven factions, each declaring themselves king and tearing into each other.

But the arrival of a golden figure plunged them all into despair...

-----------

+400 Chapters on p@treon/tambeerg