s strange patterned mask staring blankly at Genji, making the latter feel strangely uneasy.""This is the live footage from back then."During the Warring States period, he unconsciously reached out his..."In the Beihai, the blackest one is you wearing a banner of justice!!"
In the domed conference hall, a man's manic laughter echoed incessantly.
"We, these so-called giants of the underworld, these heads of darkness… all of us are just tools you, Rogers Darren, use to control the North Sea!"
His facial muscles twitched with a hideous grimace as he roared:
"You, who raise the banner of justice... are darker and more evil than all of us!!"
Darren looked at the man, who was panting heavily, his expression unchanged by the man's labored speech.
A dragon-like wisp of smoke escaped his mouth as he spoke in a soft voice.
"This world is just like this."
This is the world of One Piece.
Anime is always beautiful, filled with elements of freedom, dreams, passion, friendship, youth, and kindness. The adventurers' journey of the main characters is even more alluring, it sounds so blissful.
But what about in practice
In the depths of the so-called passionate world, lurks immense cruelty and coldness.
Slaves live worse than death, commoners are displaced, pirates plunder without restraint, and the Mafia runs rampant.
The world's elite, the Heavenly Dragons, are above all else, wielding divine power and able to kill commoners at will.
Pirates sing of freedom and dreams, and a rising bounty is something to celebrate;
The government is corrupt and greedy, while aristocratic politicians live lives of drunken revelry.
For eight hundred years, the World Government has ruled the world, holding unimaginable and terrifying cards in its hand.
As for the Navy
The navy, which defends peace, is often seen as a tool of the government in the eyes of many.
Justice, pale and powerless.
Stepping away from the protagonist's perspective, this world itself is a dark, bloody, and rotten place.
Darren saw through the nature of this world early on.
He is unable to change this world for now.
So he has to be blacker and meaner than anyone else.
Upon hearing the colonel's blunt answer, the man was taken aback.
He fell silent for a long time, gradually regaining his composure, and suddenly said:
Given our many years of collaboration, could you answer me one question
Darren nodded.
"No problem."
The man took a deep breath, his eyes fixed on Darren as he spoke in a grave voice:
"I want to know, after we've dealt with a few of our old pals, who do you plan to give control of the North Sea underworld to"
Darren looked up, his eyes fixed on the chandelier above him, and said softly:
"Donquixote Doflamingo."
The man was taken aback by the words, then broke into a smile.
He let out a long sigh.
"I see... I see..."
He slowly straightened his body, fastening his cufflinks one by one, and smoothing down his rather dishevelled lapel. He slicked back his hair.
"Just do it."
He said with a smile.
—
Why must I submit
Hmph!
The razor-sharp thread howled through the air, slicing through the three Mafia members charging forward with long swords in an instant.
The intestines and organs were mixed with scalding blood, splattering across the ground in large patches. The faces of those three unlucky souls were still frozen in expressions of astonishment, their pupils rapidly becoming vacant.
Doflamingo tapped his fingers, a few drops of blood splattering onto his sunglasses.
He continued walking.
Members of the Don Quixote family surged forward from behind him, drawing their long swords, like wolves among sheep, leaving the streets drenched in blood.
Why should I submit
Doflamingo looked at the streets, blood-soaked like hell, watching members of the Rodriguez family fall one after another before him. His eyes under the sunglasses were restless.
Five more people jumped from the roof of the building on the left, wielding giant axes and chopping down at him from above.
A heavy sonic boom descended, and Doflamingo merely twitched his finger.
Those several mafia members were as if they had been confined by something, unable to control their bodies anymore.
What is this...
"My body won't move…"
"My hand..."
"What are you doing!"
"Sorry, that wasn't meant to happen!! I can't control my body!!"
Their faces were pale with terror as they let out a series of horrified gasps, incredulously "watching" their bodies move on their own, lunging toward their companions' heads.
Hmph!
Five weapons fell simultaneously, cleaving open a horrifying gash in the skull.
Blood spurted forth again, and they each twitched once before collapsing slowly.
The blood is getting thicker.
I have the ability to control everyone's destiny.
Doflamingo moved forward with a cold expression. His String-String Fruit abilities were fully activated, and everything before him was cut to pieces under the sharp threads.
I am born to be king.
I am a noble Celestial Dragon, descendant of the creator.
Whether a person or anyone else, they must kneel before me.
This is the treatment I deserve.
Anyone who looks at me must do so with fear.
Yes, I think that way is correct.
Why must I submit
Hmph!!
Doflamingo waved his hand, dozens of strings shot out instantly, twisting into a "sharp whip" tens of meters long, tearing apart a weapons depot belonging to the Rodya Family right in front.
Boom!!
A gigantic explosion erupted, sending a dark mushroom cloud skyward. Under the raging flames, members of the Rodriguez family who were unable to escape transformed into burning figures in the inferno, letting out heart-wrenching screams.
He said that the underworld in Beihai belonged to him... But even without him, I could easily unify the underground world of Beihai.
I am destined to be the king in the darkness.
Why must I submit
A solitary figure fell repeatedly before their eyes, while the snickers of Torebol and others echoed around them. The world was like hell itself.
Perhaps Torrebol and the others are right.
Doflamingo continued towards that magnificent mansion, leaving chaos and pain in his wake.
A cruel smile gradually crept onto the corner of his lips.
There is nothing more pleasurable than enjoying the suffering of others.
His whole body began to tremble uncontrollably.
Waves of surging power erupted from his body, lifting the flaming bird's feathers in a whirlwind.
Dozens of gang members fainted with a twitch of their eyelids.
Step by step,
In sobs of grief and cackles of madness,
Doflamingo moved forward step by step.
Every step I take,
The overwhelming aura of his Overlord Color grew ever more uncontrollable, becoming increasingly violent.
The wind howled fiercely, and the clouds in the sky churned and shifted.
Why should I submit
The Rodriguez family is just the first step, I won't stay in this small place called North Sea forever.
The Grand Line, the New World, that's where I, Donquixote Doflamingo, will truly shine.
This is the domain of heroes, overlords, and tyrants.
The shouts and wails gradually subsided.
Doflamingo stopped his steps.
He stood before a lavish mansion.
—The mansion of Michael Rodriguez, the head of the Rodriguez family, a powerful figure in the Black Sea underworld.—
Unaware, they were all enveloped in the stench of blood, Torrebols and his men, along with hundreds of members of the Don Quixote family, had gathered behind him.
They gazed at Doflamingo's retreating figure with worshipful and fervent eyes.
That arrogant back.
Doflamingo gazed at the dome villa's gate, his sinister smile growing more intense.
Yes.
No one can stop my rise.
Nobody.
So... why should I submit
Doflamingo thought to himself.
Therefore,
He took a deep breath, his eyes cruel and cold. He strode forward, pushing open the door.
Squeak squeak...
The heavy bronze gate creaked open slowly, emitting a dull grinding sound.
Doflamingo's smile suddenly froze.
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