Chapter 175: Doflamingo's Mechanical Puppet
"Doflamingo!"
The Den Den Mushi mimicking Sengoku's face trembled with fury as his voice roared, "Do you even realize what you're doing?!"
Just when Mihawk and Garp were about to join forces and had a real chance at stopping the Revolutionary Army, Doflamingo had barged in and disrupted everything.
"Of course I know. I've never been more clear-headed than I am right now!"
When Doflamingo first landed on the Island of Death, he had the same mindset as most Marines—he wanted to test the limits of the so-called Game Merchant.
But then—
After completing his Contract Quest and purchasing a Fate Item, his thinking began to change.
Clack clack clack.
A crisp mechanical sound echoed.
Before him appeared a massive figure forged from brass gears, hinges, and refined steel.
Mechanical Puppet: Azure-Scaled Eagle.
A nearly invisible thread wrapped around Doflamingo's fingertip. As his fingers danced, the mechanical puppet flapped its bluish wings and charged into the Marine ranks, aiming straight for Captain Nezumi.
Countless Marines were swept away by the puppet's massive wings, thrown into resurrection mode on the spot.
Captain Nezumi collapsed to the ground in terror.
Doflamingo casually patted the puppet's cold, gleaming scales while holding the stolen Den Den Mushi. He said, "Fleet Admiral Sengoku, this is my mechanical puppet. It cost me twenty thousand reward points."
Sengoku's voice turned ice cold. "Doflamingo, are you trying to flaunt your strength in front of the Navy? That's a foolish move."
The Donquixote Family, which Doflamingo led in the New World, ruled over numerous black market operations and had an expansive trade network. It was a power feared by even veteran pirates.
But to the Navy, they were nothing.
If Doflamingo dared to oppose them, Marine forces would take Dressrosa—his base of operations—within two weeks.
He wasn't just a pirate crew leader. Why would he suddenly risk everything and turn against the Navy?
Was he really ready to throw away Dressrosa?
The more Sengoku thought about it, the deeper his frown became.
"With Admirals in Marine Headquarters, how would I dare show off to you, Sengoku-san?"
Doflamingo's eyes gleamed with mockery. He let out a manic laugh and said, "You haven't figured it out yet?"
Fufufufufu…
"Twenty thousand reward points—that's two billion Berries!"
"The mechanical puppet the Game Merchant sold me… its internal tech, energy system, and combat power far surpass your clunky Pacifistas!"
As the underground emperor of the New World, Doflamingo had eyes and ears everywhere—even inside the Navy.
He knew exactly how much the World Government had spent on the Pacifista project.
An astronomical sum.
Sengoku's brow furrowed even tighter. "What exactly are you trying to say?!"
So what if the Game Merchant had tech more advanced than the science division? Was it really worth turning on the Navy?
Fufufufufu…
Doflamingo laughed wildly, his mocking tone directed squarely at the highest-ranking officer in the Navy.
"Just as I thought. Without experiencing the power of the Reincarnation Game firsthand, even the brilliant Sengoku can't comprehend the terrifying future that lies ahead."
After all—
Even Dr. Vegapunk, with the Brain-Brain Fruit and unmatched scientific prowess, still served under the World Government.
Even if the Game Merchant had Admiral- or Yonko-level combat power, plus mysterious technology, he'd be no more than another troublemaker—a so-called Fifth Emperor.
The World Government already ruled the Four Seas. Their influence and elite forces were beyond the reach of any mere pirate, warlord, or revolutionary.
That was how most people saw the world.
And it was the same conclusion Sengoku had come to after years of analysis and combat experience.
The World Government was immovable—like the Red Line itself.
"Wrong. The Game Merchant isn't someone the World Government can oppose. No—he probably never even saw us as opponents to begin with."
Doflamingo remembered the other Fate Items he had seen in the Game Room.
Artifacts from other worlds—his puppet, the Azure-Scaled Eagle, was just the most basic model in an entire series of mechas.
And yet it already possessed power rivaling the legendary Pluton, able to destroy entire islands with ease.
He had even seen a Divine Mecha Puppet, a godlike construct with sentience, capable of destroying entire worlds. It was no longer just a machine—it was a living deity.
The fact that such a thing could be bought in the Game Room…
What kind of existence was the Game Merchant?
"This ocean is like a giant ship sailing toward Raftel. Those who haven't been 'baptized' by the game, no matter how powerful they once were, will be cast overboard and drowned. Even you, Fleet Admiral Sengoku, are no exception."
Doflamingo turned his gaze to Mihawk. "You must've felt it too. The power of the game. I never thought I'd see you obeying Navy orders—that really surprised me."
"Just bored."
Mihawk's eyes shifted toward the mechanical puppet, sensing its formidable power.
He didn't care whether the Revolutionary Army was caught or not.
What he cared about was fighting the strong—especially master swordsmen.
Unfortunately, he had yet to meet a blade-wielding player in the game worth his time. So, for now, he settled for Dragon—a man who could go toe-to-toe with Garp.
But now, Doflamingo had earned his interest too.
A puppet worth twenty thousand reward points—more than his own Emerald Fang Sword Art. What kind of power could it unleash?
It was worth finding out.
Just then—
A strange change swept through the ghost town at the center of the Island of Death.
In one corner, a red-clad wraith was slain—like it had triggered a long-dormant seal underground.
The entire island began to tremble.
Dark gray mist surged like boiling vapor, spreading rapidly and covering the island in a thick fog.
[Game Notification: The residual Yin energy from slain corrupted monsters has reached the unsealing threshold. Lord-tier Boss is about to descend!]
Boom boom!
The ghost town on the island's first layer began to shake rhythmically.
Buildings crumbled. Cracks split the ground.
From a gaping chasm below, a crimson glow emerged. A massive, city-sized heart throbbed slowly.
With each beat, it absorbed the surrounding Yin energy—becoming more and more tangible.
"Hahahahaha! That boss belongs to Lord Buggy!"
Buggy's eyes sparkled with greed. He led his pirates charging toward the heart of the ghost town.
"Mihawk, now's not the time to fight. You don't want to miss a Lord-tier reward, do you?"
Doflamingo turned away from Mihawk and leapt onto the back of the Azure-Scaled Eagle, flying toward the center of the island.
"Goa Knights, advance!"
"Old man, you can't stop me alone! As leader of the Revolutionary Army, I will take down this Lord-tier monster and declare the end of the old era!"
"Borsalino will arrive in the East Blue soon. Garp, you must secure the Lord kill. We cannot allow the pirates or the Revolutionary Army to claim it!"
Sengoku's voice was firm and commanding.
The event was being live-streamed by countless Den Den Mushi. Reporters were relaying it to the Four Seas and the Grand Line in real time.
This was now a public showdown between Marines, pirates, and revolutionaries—a chance to display the Navy's might.
They absolutely could not be overshadowed by pirates or revolutionaries.
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