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Chapter 456: Doflamingo, It's Getting Dark
Chapter 456: Doflamingo, It's Getting Dark
Shabondy had entered a full lockdown. Under Navy-enforced martial law and the black gang purges orchestrated by Navycontrol, citizens once again stayed cooped up in their homes.
This time, no one dared grumble.
After all, that "murderous tyrant" had slaughtered tens of thousands in Shabondy before. If anyone defied orders this time, he wouldn’t hesitate to kill again.
The current martial law was even stricter than the last.
Citizens watched in person as tourists screamed in protest, only to be dragged away by the Navy, their destinations unknown. The soldiers’ grim expressions sent shivers down spines.
As Shabondy tightened its grip, a figure shot through the sky at breakneck speed, tearing through the air with a sonic boom.
The Float-Float Fruit’s flight ability was naturally formidable. Combined with Kuro’s mastery over wind manipulation, this supersonic flight became effortless. He simply hadn’t needed to use it before.
He zipped past the Red Line effortlessly.
Following the Log Pose, Kuro soared directly toward Dressrosa.
Dressrosa basked in clear skies.
Atop its tallest columnar tower lay the palace courtyard. A man draped in a crimson-feathered cloak lounged on a chair, basking in sunlight with a sinister smirk. He occasionally chuckled to himself, his eerie laughter—“Kufufufu”—escaping his lips.
This man stood among the apex predators of the Grand Line: the Seven Warlords of the Sea, the Heavenly Yaksha, Donquixote Doflamingo, current King of Dressrosa.
His subordinates, the Donquixote Family executives, gathered around him.
“Baby-5, Diamante only did it for your own good. Those people were just lying to you,” said a plump man in a baby suit, sucking a pacifier while tugging a tearful, snot-dripping maid.
“That was my fiancé! He said he needed me!”
The tall beauty, clad in a maid outfit, wept as her arm transformed into a pistol. She aimed at the man in the crimson hooded cloak. “I’ll never forgive you, Diamante!”
The crimson-cloaked figure was Diamante, the Donquixote Family’s top executive and commander of the Diamonds Army, once a bountyhead worth 990 million Beri.
He sat relaxed, sipping black tea with his legs crossed.
“Those people were just con artists, Baby-5. Stop wasting your feelings on them,” Diamante said, smirking. “Isn’t it better that I eliminated your troubles early?”
“Unforgivable!”
Bang!
Baby-5’s pistol-arm fired a bullet straight at Diamante.
He didn’t dodge. Instead, he extended a finger, tapping the bullet mid-flight.
The hardened projectile softened, floating weightlessly. With a casual wave, Diamante redirected it to clatter on the ground, sparking as it hit.
“I’m a user of the Fluff-Fluff Fruit. Anything I touch becomes light as air, though the mass remains unchanged,” Diamante explained calmly.
“Not bad, Diamante,” Doflamingo’s grin widened.
“Not at all. I still have room to improve,” Diamante humbly replied.
“No, I genuinely think you’re great.”
“I’m still weak, really,” Diamante waved his hands.
“Fine.”
“Since you insist, I’ll take that as a compliment!” Diamante puffed his chest, brimming with confidence.
“Kufufufu!” Doflamingo chuckled.
“Doflamingo.”
Suddenly, a sticky, grotesque mass loomed closer, casting a shadow over half his body.
It was a slovenly uncle in a blue quilted robe, leaning on a crutch, dragging his feet as he walked.
Trebol, the Donquixote Family’s top executive and commander of the Trébol Army.
Doflamingo’s expression soured. “Trebol, you’re too close.”
Trebol ignored him, leaning even nearer with a creepy, syrupy tone. “Doflamingo, this batch of Devil Fruits is ready.”
“You handle it yourself. I said, you’re too close.” Doflamingo’s brow twitched.
“Alright, Doflamingo. I’ll deal with it when the time comes.” Trebol finally stepped back.
“Doflamingo, with this, we’ll grow stronger and closer to your grand ambition.”
Suddenly, a shrill, doll-like voice pierced the air.
Yet its source was a towering five-meter-tall brute wearing a golden cross-shaped helmet. His voice was absurdly comical, yet the gathered executives remained unfazed.
No one dared laugh.
Decades ago, those who mocked his voice had been beaten to a pulp—some even killed.
Pica, the Donquixote Family’s top executive and commander of the Spades Army, once a bountyhead worth 950 million.
“Kufufufu! Ambition, huh?”
Doflamingo sat up, facing the sunlight. He raised his hand, clenching the sky as if gripping the sun itself. In his shadowed gaze, the sun vanished behind his fingers.
“Hey, Doflamingo, it’s getting dark.”
Trebol’s voice came again.
“The sky hasn’t darkened—it’s my hand.”
Doflamingo’s brow twitched.
“No, really, it’s getting dark.”
Diamante stared blankly at the sky.
All executives turned upward, stunned.
Doflamingo lowered his hand, realizing the clear sky had turned pitch-black.
“The clouds aren’t just gathering—they’re spreading from one direction, swallowing the sun.”
Dark clouds loomed over the city, engulfing Dressrosa.
“Killing Intent!”
Diamante gasped. “What the hell?! This level of Killing Intent! Who’s here?!”
“So scary…”
A Fishman hybrid boy in high heels and shorts paled, trembling as he stared skyward.
“I’ve felt this Killing Intent before!”
Doflamingo leapt from his lounge chair, glaring at the spreading darkness. “What does that bastard want here?!”
(End of Chapter)
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