Uchiha Chiyu didn't even blink at Doflamingo's threats.
In the blink of an eye, he unleashed the power of a thunder god—his lightning spear exploded outward, completely obliterating Doflamingo's body into a splattered mess of blood and gore. Brutal. Final.
And just like that, the reign of Donquixote Doflamingo—one of the world's most infamous tyrants—came to a violent end.
Down in Dressrosa, with Sugar knocked out by Nami earlier, all the toy people had returned to normal and reunited with their families, finally revealing the horrific truth of their enslavement.
By now, almost everyone knew who Doflamingo really was.
And when they saw that the monster who'd treated them like puppets and slaves had been slain—by the legendary Uchiha Chiyu—the cheers were deafening.
Cries of "Long live!" echoed through the air, and Chiyu's name was now spoken like that of a savior.
Nami was still searching for Chiyu when she looked up—and caught the final moments of the battle in the sky.
She gasped, tears of joy forming.
"That's amazing, Chiyu-sama! That flamingo-looking freak is finally dead!"
…
At the same time, the chaos on the sea and coastline was winding down. With Doflamingo dead, the tide turned hard. His family knew it was over. The fight left their eyes. Everyone just wanted to run.
But there was nowhere to go.
With Chiyu and Zephyr fighting side by side, their combined forces were unstoppable. Anyone trying to flee was quickly cut off.
And it wasn't just them.
The "toys"—those who had been forced into labor—were now fully restored. And not all of them were helpless civilians. Many were world-class warriors who'd come from across the globe to fight in Dressrosa's colosseum.
Doflamingo had tricked them, enslaved them, and made them work for him.
Now they were furious.
Now they wanted payback.
The moment they regained their forms, they stormed Doflamingo's forces with everything they had.
The Donquixote Family didn't just collapse—they disintegrated.
Chiyu didn't stop to rest.
After killing Doflamingo, he walked straight into the battlefield on the shore.
Black Arm Zephyr caught sight of him—and couldn't help but be awed.
"Hahahahaha! Uchiha Chiyu! So, you've got Conqueror's Haki too? Damn—you're the real deal, king power!"
"Your strength is something else—your martial arts, Haki, and Devil Fruit abilities are in perfect harmony. Honestly, you're already standing shoulder to shoulder with the world's top tier."
"No wonder Doflamingo went down like that—he never stood a chance!"
Chiyu casually raised a hand, fired off a bolt of lightning, and instantly fried another Donquixote officer to a crisp.
Then he landed—like a god descending from the heavens.
Every remaining enemy froze in fear. No one dared move, much less flee.
"If we hadn't teamed up, Zephyr," Chiyu said, "my crew would've taken heavy losses. I owe you one."
Zephyr burst out laughing, waving it off.
"Oh please! You think I helped you? I hate the Warlords just as much as you do!"
"Fighting scumbags like them is the right thing to do. Has nothing to do with you. With or without you, I'd have done the same."
Chiyu gave him a small nod. "Fair enough."
…
With the remnants of Doflamingo's forces rounded up, the war was over.
Dressrosa had a new ruler by the end of the day.
The tyrant was dead. A new age was beginning.
King Riku and his family knelt before Chiyu and Zephyr, tears in their eyes.
"Thank you, Chiyu-sama, Zephyr-sama… for saving our country from that monster. We'll never forget what you've done for us."
Chiyu, as always, didn't care for praise.
Once things had settled, he handed over the rescued Punk Hazard kids to King Riku, asking him to get them home safely.
And with that, Chiyu turned toward his real goal.
Impel Down.
The legendary underwater prison.
To Chiyu, Doflamingo was never the true target—just a tumor that needed to be removed.
The real reason was Smoker.
Even knowing Impel Down was a trap—a full-scale setup—Chiyu had already made his decision.
It was one of the things he'd wanted to do ever since arriving in this world.
This time, he wouldn't just break Smoker out.
He would tear through the entire prison and bring justice to every monster locked inside.
Chiyu and his crew patched up the wounded and stocked up on supplies from King Riku. Since becoming a wanted man, the Navy obviously wasn't going to give him anything. So he took Dressrosa's gratitude—and their resources—without hesitation.
Fair trade.
Zephyr did the same. He knew Chiyu's next move and didn't hesitate to follow.
"Hahahaha, Impel Down, huh? Yeah, that's a place you have to deal with…"
"Wait—you're serious about killing every high-tier criminal inside? That's insane!"
Chiyu didn't respond.
Once the Uchiha and NEO Navy ships were repaired, they set sail at first light.
They didn't look back.
News of Doflamingo's death spread like wildfire.
The world was in shock.
After all, Doflamingo wasn't just a pirate—he had ties to both the underworld and the Celestial Dragons. Even the World Government had tread carefully around him.
And now?
Slain by Uchiha Chiyu.
…
Marine HQ, emergency meeting.
Fleet Admiral Sengoku rubbed his temples in frustration.
"Another Warlord down… That's the third one Chiyu's taken out."
"How the hell do we explain this to the World Government?"
Aokiji shrugged. "Doflamingo was closer to them than us. Let them explain it. They let him die."
Tsuru sighed. "We thought Doflamingo could at least stall him. We seriously underestimated Chiyu again."
Garp, laughing as always:
"I heard the guy's got Conqueror's Haki too?
That's huge."
Tsuru added, "People are starting to worship him like he's a god now… The stuff he's done—it's resonating with the public more than we ever expected."
Akainu scoffed.
"If they want to worship something, worship real power. That guy's just a flashy clown."
Kizaru smirked. "Oh? And what does that make us, then? The Navy and the Government—spinning in circles while the clown runs the show?"
Before the bickering could escalate, Sengoku slammed the table.
"Enough!"
"Intel says Chiyu's headed for Impel Down.
Sakazuki—you promised. You will end this."
"This man has caused far too much chaos."
Akainu stood and left without another word.
"That's only because I haven't started fighting yet."
Aokiji shook his head. "He's confident… but if he fails, things are gonna get real messy."
Sengoku growled, "And if he loses… the whole Navy gets embarrassed."
Tsuru added, "Let's not forget Zephyr. He's old, sure, but still dangerous. If Sakazuki ends up facing both him and Chiyu…"
Sengoku remained calm.
"Don't worry. Impel Down isn't empty."
"Magellan is still there."
Tsuru blinked—then nodded slowly.
"Right… in his domain, Magellan's probably stronger than most admirals."
"Let's just hope this finally ends the Chiyu problem."
Just then, Vice Admiral Doberman coughed.
"Admiral Sengoku… the World Government is asking how we plan to handle Dressrosa."
Sengoku frowned. "Shouldn't they be handling that?"
"They want our input… Doflamingo wasn't just a Celestial Dragon—he was a Warlord. So, naturally, they want our opinion."
Sengoku snorted. "That guy was a cancer. Good riddance. He spun webs across the underworld, the nobility, the entire damn world."
"If the Government hadn't kept getting in my way, I would've scrapped the Warlord system years ago."
Doberman hesitated.
"Well… they're actually thinking of doing that now."
"They want to discuss abolishing the Warlord system."
"What?!"
Sengoku, Tsuru, and Garp all froze.
Kizaru and Aokiji straightened up.
Sengoku looked at Tsuru.
"Well?"
"This is massive," she said.
"If we scrap the system, they'll all go back to being enemies. Has the Government even considered the fallout?"
Doberman was sweating.
"They want us to estimate the cost—how much time and manpower we'd need to neutralize all the Warlords."
Garp shook his head, chewing his apple.
"You're talking about people like Mihawk and Boa Hancock. Unless you're sending in admirals, forget it."
Sengoku nodded.
"Mihawk is basically Shanks-level. The man's a monster."
"Sure, he's not interested in power or fame—but if we tried to kill him? That'd be a suicide mission."
Sengoku sighed, clearly irritated.
"Abolishing the Warlords is a good idea.
But now? While we're knee-deep in Chiyu and Zephyr? It's too soon."
"Doberman—tell the Government we'll deal with the Warlord issue after this is over."
"Yes, sir."
Tsuru looked out the window.
"God, I hope this goes smoothly… Because if it doesn't, we're gonna be the biggest joke on the seas."
…
Meanwhile, deep beneath the ocean—Level 6 of Impel Down, Eternal Hell.
Smoker sat motionless, drained, shackled in Seastone cuffs.
But the worst part?
No cigars.
He felt like ants were crawling under his skin. It was driving him crazy.
Then—footsteps.
Two figures approached the deepest, darkest level of the prison:
Warden Magellan, and Deputy Warden Hannyabal.
"Smoker… long time no see," Magellan said, voice laced with amusement.
Smoker didn't even flinch.
"Have we met?"
Magellan shrugged. "Probably once. You were still a hot-blooded recruit back then, screaming about justice. Now look at you—just another prisoner."
Smoker replied dryly, "Yeah? I kinda like it here.
Well… except for the no-smoking rule."
Magellan shook his head.
"Can't let criminals get too comfortable. Wouldn't be much of a prison otherwise."
"But I'm curious. Uchiha Chiyu—who is he, really? Even down here, you refuse to sell him out."
"You do realize the Navy put you here to bait him, right?"
"You really think he's coming for you?"
Smoker looked away, his voice bitter.
"I don't want him to come…"
"…But he will."