"You want information on the Donquixote Family?"
The one-legged soldier's wooden face stiffened. "You're not planning to—no. Absolutely not! That's suicide!"
White Flame exhaled a thin stream of smoke, his gaze calm yet razor-sharp. "Kyros, I know who you are. And I know you've been secretly investigating Doflamingo, waiting for the day you can overthrow him and restore the Riku royal line."
"So spare me the act. You've been digging into the Donquixote Family for years. I want everything you know."
Kyros's single eye narrowed. "You may be strong, sir… but the men you're trying to fight—they're stronger."
He stepped forward, voice heavy with warning.
"Doflamingo isn't just the king of this country. He's one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea—a man the entire New World calls the Underground Emperor. Even the Marines tread carefully around him."
"And his officers?" Kyros continued. "Each one is a monster in his own right—commanders whose strength rivals, or even surpasses, that of Marine Vice Admirals. Even his lowest-ranked officers aren't people you can crush and walk away from."
"The traffickers you slaughtered yesterday—they aren't even worth a finger snap to the Donquixote Family. One order from them, and they'd vanish overnight."
He lowered his voice.
"You may be immortal… but you can't take on a kingdom of devils alone. Dressrosa is under full lockdown looking for the 'man-eating monster.' If you reveal yourself now, you'll be walking straight into your grave."
"Is that so?" White Flame said flatly. "And what of it?"
He flicked away ash, his eyes cold. "I told you—I can't die. It doesn't matter how powerful Doflamingo is. So stop lecturing me and start talking."
Kyros sighed. He had seen that look before—the same look White Flame wore right before slitting his own throat and rising again. There was no stopping a man like him.
"…Very well," he said at last. "I'll tell you everything I know."
Meanwhile — Royal Palace
"Violet," Doflamingo said, irritation threading through his voice, "have you found him yet?"
The woman before him—with long chestnut hair, a red flower tucked behind one ear, and a polka-dot flamenco dress—lowered her gaze.
"I'm sorry, Young Master. I… couldn't locate him."
Doflamingo's smile twisted.
"Couldn't locate him? Don't tell me he's awakened Observation Haki. Without it, there's no way anyone could escape your sight. You're the user of the Glare-Glare Fruit."
He leaned forward, the lenses of his pink sunglasses glinting with cold malice.
"Or… are you lying to me, Violet? Are you trying to hide him—pinning your little dream of 'restoring the Riku royal line' on that man-eating monster? Do you think a creature like him could scare me out of my kingdom?"
Violet immediately dropped to one knee. "Young Master, I would never betray you! I've served you faithfully for seven years—I know exactly what you're capable of. That monster could never threaten you."
She hesitated before adding softly:
"But… something about him is strange. When I tried to look into his memories, something—some force—surrounded him. Something dark. It blocked my vision entirely. I couldn't see anything."
Doflamingo's grin widened, shark-like.
"A strange energy… eats people alive… and even you can't perceive him?"
His laughter echoed through the palace—sharp, cruel, delighted.
"Fufufufufu… interesting. Very interesting. I'll meet this 'monster' myself. And I'll see exactly what kind of creature he truly is."
The Next Day
Kyros kept his word.
He told White Flame everything: the officers' names, ranks, abilities, the hidden networks, the structure of the underground empire.
White Flame listened silently, committing every word to memory.
And the very next morning—
the slaughter began again.
White Flame struck the black market without warning.
Every pirate, every slaver, every killer who used the illegal district as a refuge…
was wiped out overnight.
Two invisible demons—Little Black and Little Two Black—swept through the streets like shadows, tearing apart everything that breathed.
Flesh devoured.
Bones shattered.
Blood soaking into the cobblestones.
By dawn, the illegal quarter was silent—
an empire of crime reduced to crimson mud and white bones.
The stench spread across Dressrosa.
From that day on, no sane person dared step foot in that district.
The few who tried fled in terror, whispering:
"The man-eating monster feeds there."
Doflamingo's Fury
The palace trembled beneath his rage.
His carefully crafted image as Dressrosa's savior was crumbling.
"Two hundred million Berries," he declared coldly.
"Bring me the monster's head, and it's yours."
The bounty spread through the underworld like wildfire.
Assassins, bounty hunters, pirates—they all flooded into Dressrosa.
Not one returned alive.
Every corpse became bones.
Every bone fed the growing power of the undying man called White Flame.
One Month Later — Dressrosa, Corrida Colosseum
"Ladies! Gentlemen! And our dear toy friends!"
The booming voice of the host thundered across the packed arena.
"Prepare yourselves once again for a glorious spectacle of blood and steel! A battle that will shake the Colosseum itself!"
"Today, the great King of Dressrosa offers an unbelievable reward—one hundred million Berries! Whoever survives and stands alone at the end shall claim the title of champion!"
"Warriors from all across the New World have gathered! Let the carnage begin!"
The crowd roared, the stands trembling beneath their bloodlust.
Among the line of combatants stepping into the light, one man stood silent—unremarkable black coat, cigarette hanging from his lips.
But his eyes burned with cold fire.
"This time," White Flame whispered, gaze locked on the announcer's platform where a flamboyant man in a cape and feathered hat stood proudly,
"I'll take your head myself… Diamante."
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