gh the air, producing a sharp, explosive roar."Draw your blade! Peach Smoke!"Slash down!Hmph!!The golden blade slashed down viciously, blood spurting.A gruesome bloodstain bloomed on Darren's chest, w...Blood and brain matter mingled, weaving a tapestry of brutality.

The pointed shoes stepped in a pool of blood-red mud. A golden-haired boy with blood all over his face showed a morbid joy and satisfaction, laughing wildly.

"Hee hee hee hee hee..."

At that moment, the members of the Phil's Mafia family looked at the ruthless boy with an unprecedented fear welling up inside them. Their faces paled, and they unconsciously stopped their actions.

"This little imp..."

"Devil..."

"He's a devil..."

Burning ruins, collapsing buildings, swirling black smoke, twisted flames…

That golden-haired boy, standing beside a headless corpse, seemed like a demon emerging from blood and fire.

The Torao clan members and other subordinates looked at Doflamingo's back, their eyes brimming with fervent admiration and pride.

This... is the king they willingly bow down to!

How dazzling!

Like a newly rising star, shining and dazzling.

His aura of majesty and radiance, coupled with his divinely noble bloodline, completely captivated every single one of them.

Doflamingo curled his lips into a cold smile, stepping directly over Phil's corpse and continuing forward.

His fingers twitched incessantly, as if they were connecting to something.

With his movements, the void seemed to be slashed by countless razor-sharp blades, leaving smooth cuts on the streets, building walls, and the ground...

At the same time, in front of him, a dozen members of the Fels Black Gang froze their movements.

A splash of crimson, a blinding line of blood, gradually widening from their throats.

They didn't react at all, and suddenly felt the world around them tilting and turning upside down.

Then,

They saw their own bodies.

He saw his own shoes.

Their eyes, vacant and gradually dilating, showed a flicker of confusion.

Finally, all life fades away.

Their heads, separated from their bodies.

Ugh!!

On the ground, headless bodies stood motionless. Blood gushed from their severed necks like fountains, staining the earth red.

"Hee hee hee hee hee!!"

Doflamingo laughed more and more wildly.

In the face of the Phelps family's terrified gazes, he continued his advance, leaving a trail of bloodshed, pain, and screams in his wake.

Then… let’s just take care of them all.

Doflamingo smiled and gave the order.

As soon as the words were spoken, a crimson and mad gleam appeared in the eyes of Don Quixote's pirates.

Like a famished beast, it launched an attack without hesitation. In just a few moments, dozens of the Fils family's gang members were dead on the ground.

Then, one-sided slaughter began.

On the once bustling streets, blood flowed like streams, and the air was thick with the stench of iron.

Doflamingo stood in the center of the street.

Looking at the scene before him, like hell itself,

I couldn't help but take a deep breath.

"Ha ha ha ha ha! This is the life I want... A world of chaos, where all evil thrives, and only the victors reach the final stage!!"

What a fascinating world!! What a wonderful world!! Fuhahahahahahaha!!

He flung his arms wide open, his body barely five feet tall yet exuding an aura of ruthless dominance, wild and untamed.

Everywhere was filled with the smell of smoke, sweat, gunpowder, blood, corpses and fear.

This is his favorite flavor.

The taste of chaos.

In that burning town, he saw the look in the eyes of the Fiels family directed at him.

Eyes of fear, submission, trembling, unable to meet your gaze.

That's right, those kind of eyes.

The lowly ants that crawl around this world should look at me with such eyes.

Father, did you see that

This is the look that the scum should be giving us.

This is the life that noble Dragonborn should be entitled to.

For a fleeting moment, Doflamingo seemed to remember that time.

He still remembered the metallic tang of blood, the sweat, and the acrid smell of gunpowder, along with the deafening screams, the venomous curses, and the contorted faces flickering in the flames.

Those who should be kneeling on the ground, those wretched commoners, hold torches and arrows in their hands.

And they, as great Celestial Dragons, the honorable Donquixote family, were treated like vile animals, bound to the walls and nearly burned alive!!

Father, you are wrong!!

You are wrong!!

I am right!!!

Doflamingo clenched his fist, his sunglasses reflecting a cold and cruel gleam.

Rip!

A ghastly bolt of lightning suddenly tore through the gloomy sky, illuminating the hellish world completely.

The long-awaited storm finally arrived, and torrential rain began to pour from the gloomy sky.

Flash and thunder.

Splash!

Torrential rain lashed down upon everything on the land.

Bathed in fresh blood,

Patting the body,

Extinguished the flames.

The thunder in the sky grew louder and louder, drowning out the shouts and screams on the street.

The killing gradually began to subside, the massacre entering its final stages.

With the death of their leader and in the face of Doflamingo's overwhelming power, the members of the Philis family had already lost the courage to continue fighting.

They pleaded incessantly, even kneeling on the ground begging for mercy.

Only the ruthless swords of the Don Quixote family await them.

Half an hour passed quickly.

A sudden downpour, suddenly disappeared.

On the streets washed by rainwater, ruins of buildings emerged with white mist, red blood seeping into the cracks between bricks, corpses lying scattered on the ground.

I don't know when,

He stood alone on the street.

Raindrops patter down from his hair, clothes, and pant legs onto the ground.

Around him, members of the Don Quixote family, such as Torépol, knelt on one knee, their expressions respectful. The weapons in their hands still dripped blood, silently awaiting orders from their king.

"Go and take over this entire island."

Doflamingo's smile had vanished from his face, replaced by a cold and ruthless expression.

"Refrain from violence against civilians as much as possible. Let this island know clearly that the arrival of our Don Quixote family will only bring them a more stable life."

His hands trembled slightly, as if he was desperately trying to hold back the urge to destroy everything within him.

But he knew he had to control himself.

Rügen Island, no, the North Sea is just a beginning.

Before venturing into a wider world, he knew he had to accumulate as much as possible first.

Wandering all over the world

One town after another keeps raiding

That's something only low-level pirates would do.

Building site!

Power!

Resources!

Step by step, swallowing everything, controlling enough resources and power, one day, the whole world will kneel before Doflamingo!

But before that, he had to make a great effort to restrain himself.

Upon hearing this, the members of the family of Don Quixote looked at him with even greater admiration in their eyes and bowed their heads respectfully.

Only those who can control their desires and impulses are worthy of them following with their lives!

This is their young master.

"Sizzle..."

At this moment, a burst of inappropriate applause suddenly rang out.

The Don Quixote family members were stunned for a moment, then turned around with wary faces, following the sound.

Only a tall and straight figure was seen standing on top of a ruined building at some point, clapping his hands while looking down at their young master with great interest.

"A good sense of scale and vision."

"A pure vagrant and a person who sets out to achieve great things have entirely different appearances."

“You… are very good, Doflamingo.”

A young man with black hair smiled faintly.

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