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Chapter 650: The Most Sneaky Person Ate the Flashiest Devil Fruit
Chapter 650: The Most Sneaky Person Ate the Flashiest Devil Fruit
"Kuro!"
As Kuro decapitated the pirates with a single slash, a group of Navy officers sprinted over. Two led the charge.
One wore a horned helmet and wielded a Shark-Cutting Blade—Bastille. The other, dressed like a gladiator, wore only a hooded cloak and hat.
"Minorin?"
Kuro glanced over. "Looks like you finally showed up."
As fellow Vice Admirals, they skipped formalities.
"Kuro, Donquixote Doflamingo’s suspicious. We should arrest him—now’s our chance. Vegapunkmr. refused, but you’ll agree, right?" Minorin urged.
Kuro exhaled smoke. "Donquixote Doflamingo’s a World Government-recognized legitimate King. You think we can just arrest him? Not that simple. Let him play with the pirates. Priority’s evacuating civilians."
"We can’t contact HQ—the Transponder Snail signals are blocked", Minorin countered. "Must be those threads."
The Birdcage’s Parasite Threads didn’t just rain death—they blocked communications.
"Easy fix."
Kuro scanned the area. "Moer! Moer!"
"Coming, coming!"
A wisp of white light flashed across Deng Shi. Moments later, Moer materialized nearby, scratching his head lazily.
Kuro gestured to the Navy. "Gather civilians. Consolidate them somewhere safe—away from the fighting."
"But Kuro, this place is massive. We don’t have enough manpower", Bastille argued.
"Plus, the battlefield’s everywhere. Even if we gathered them, we’d have nowhere to put them", Bastille added.
Dressrosa was vast, and their forces too thin. Scattering troops to protect civilians would leave them vulnerable to rioters.
"Hmm… space."
Kuro surveyed the battlefield. Donquixote Doflamingo’s palace had shifted aside via Pica’s ability, revealing a massive circular void beneath.
"Simple."
He clenched his fist.
Boom!
A shockwave rippled outward.
Instantly, everyone felt it—pirates slaughtering each other, panicked officials failing to contact HQ, even Donquixote Doflamingo sipping red wine atop his rising palace.
Inside a shattered building, Doflamingo held his wine glass, observing the chaos. His executives gathered behind him, Donquixote Family pirates standing at attention.
"Trebol, do you feel that?"
Trebol stared at his trembling wine glass, eyes widening.
"Could it be…?"
Doflamingo’s face darkened. "He’s started already? With that power?"
Boom!
The tremor intensified, shaking the earth harder than when Pica moved the palace. The circular void surged upward like a tidal wave.
Buildings, crates, weapons, ships—all erupted from the chasm, ascending skyward. The ground itself rose, forming a platform crowded with stunned civilians.
"Perfect", Kuro said, releasing his grip. He pointed at the platform. "Get them there. Station a squad at each entrance—no one gets near."
"Can we… actually do this?" Minorin stared at the towering structure, swallowing hard.
He glanced at Kuro, awed. "You’re a monster, Kuro."
Back at the Marineford War, Kuro’s power had already hinted at this level.
"Move out. Moer, handle it", Kuro ordered.
Dressrosa’s civilians were scattered—Navy couldn’t protect everyone. But consolidating them at a defensible location? That worked.
The platform’s four gaps could be guarded by four teams. Bastille and Minorin at two, Lida at one, Moer at the last. Moer’s Roadmark Devil Fruit made him ideal—his teleportation could cover the area instantly.
"Me? I’m just a new recruit. This feels… unfair. And annoying", Moer grumbled, scratching his head.
"Shut up. You think I made you my messenger just for fun?" Kuro glared.
Moer’s laziness irked him, but his combat prowess and teleportation made him invaluable. Lazy? Perfect. Kuro preferred subordinates who didn’t overcomplicate things—unlike the troublesome Kas and Wilbur.
"Stop whining. Once you’re done, guard an entrance. Then you’re free", Kuro said, exhaling smoke.
"Fine, fine. You’re the boss."
Moer scratched his head, approaching the Navy. "Alright, where to start? First batch—don’t resist. Relax, like a girl getting laid. Just go limp and enjoy it."
The Navy exchanged confused glances but complied, trusting Kuro’s authority.
"Here we go!"
Moer spread his arms. A white light enveloped the group—and they vanished.
"What the—?!" Bastille recoiled. "Devil Fruit user? Where’d they go?"
"Roadmark Devil Fruit. Teleports to marked locations. My new subordinate", Kuro explained, then frowned. "Funny thing—Navy Devil Fruit users often clash with their personalities. Passionate guys get cold powers, heartless ones get fiery abilities. And the sleaziest guy gets the flashiest Devil Fruit."
"Kuro, maybe don’t dwell on that", Minorin muttered, uneasy.
Kuro shrugged. "And my laziest subordinate got the most efficient Devil Fruit. Strange world."
And most importantly—the most sneaky person ate the flashiest Devil Fruit.
(End of Chapter)
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