"Junior."
Indra stood with his hands clasped behind his back, looking down at Doflamingo from above.
That gaze was like looking at a slightly stronger ant.
"I just heard your wild words."
"You said..."
"You want to contact the Foundation?"
Doflamingo's entire body trembled.
He suddenly raised his head, staring fixedly at the mysterious masked man.
His heart began to beat violently.
Vergo's intel had just mentioned it.
That man named Abel is the Captain of the SCP Foundation's Mobile Task Force.
And this person in front of him... could he also be a member of the Foundation?!
"You are..."
Doflamingo's voice was somewhat dry.
"My name is not something you are worthy of knowing."
Indra interrupted him flatly.
His tone was arrogant in the extreme.
"You only need to know this."
"Your pathetic little ambition is, in my eyes, as childish as a toddler trying to pluck the stars."
"However..."
The conversation shifted.
Under that cold mask, a hint of playfulness seemed to emerge.
"I do not dislike people with ambition."
"Even if it's a dog."
"As long as it wants to bite, as long as it wants to climb up, then it has value."
This was blatant humiliation!
To compare the dignified Shichibukai, the King of Dressrosa, to a dog!
"Bastard!!"
A sudden roar broke the dead silence.
It was Lao G!
This old man, who was fiercely loyal to Doflamingo, was completely enraged.
"How dare you humiliate the Young Master like this!"
"No matter what you are, you will pay the price!"
"G's Stamp!!"
Lao G's figure moved like lightning; though elderly, his Taijutsu was astonishing.
His entire body turned into an afterimage, instantly rushing toward Indra in mid-air.
"Don't be impulsive!"
Doflamingo's expression changed drastically, and he was about to shout to stop him.
But it was already too late.
At the same time.
The incredibly heavy Machvise also roared and jumped up.
"Ton-Ton Press: Hell's Thousand-Ton Vise!!"
Utilizing his Devil Fruit ability, he instantly increased his weight to the thousand-ton level.
Like a mountain of flesh, carrying destructive kinetic energy, he smashed fiercely toward Indra!
One from above, one from below.
The wrathful strikes of two top Executives!
The momentum was terrifying!
However.
Facing this pincer attack capable of crushing steel.
Indra didn't even bat an eyelid.
He just floated quietly in mid-air.
Allowing those violent attacks to approach him.
"Ignorance..."
"...is also a sin."
At the very moment Lao G's fist and Machvise's body were about to touch the hem of his clothes.
Indra's deep eyes suddenly widened.
Stunning Eye Tribulation!
Buzz—!
An invisible mental storm instantly centered on him and swept across the surroundings!
There was no earth-shaking explosion.
No brilliant or colorful light effects.
Only... stillness.
Absolute stillness.
In mid-air.
Lao G maintained his punching posture, the angry expression on his face frozen into every wrinkle.
Machvise's massive body was also weirdly suspended overhead.
Immediately following.
Crack! Crack!
On the surface of both their bodies, a thick layer of profound ice instantly emerged!
It wasn't ordinary ice.
It was a type of glacial ice emitting a faint blue light, as if it could freeze even the soul!
"Ugh..."
Within the ice layer, Lao G's eyeballs were still moving, filled with endless terror.
But he couldn't move even a single finger.
Even his thoughts became sluggish and stagnant at this moment.
This was a profound technique from the Sacred Heart Art.
Killing with a gaze!
Sealing the soul with cold Qi!
"Get down."
Indra casually spat out two words.
Boom! Boom!
The two humanoid ice sculptures fell like kites with cut strings.
They smashed heavily onto the marble floor.
Ice shards flew everywhere.
"Pfft!!"
Although the ice layer didn't shatter, the massive impact caused the two inside to instantly spray a mouthful of blood.
Their auras instantly withered to the extreme.
An instant kill!
With just a single glance!
Two top Executives of the Donquixote Family lost their combat capability in an instant!
"This..."
The remaining Executives looked like ducks being strangled by the neck.
Their entire bodies were trembling.
What kind of monster is this?
No Haki used, no Fruit ability used.
Just a single glance could produce such a terrifying effect?
"Is this..."
"The power of a higher civilization?"
Trebol slumped on the ground, mucus flowing all over the place, forgetting to wipe it.
Despair.
A never-before-felt sense of despair shrouded everyone's hearts.
Doflamingo clenched his fists tightly.
His fingernails had already pierced deep into his palms, drawing blood.
But he couldn't feel the slightest bit of pain.
His Observation Haki told him.
In that moment just now.
If the opponent had wished it.
Lao G and Machvise would already be dead.
Not even their corpses would remain.
The gap was too wide.
So wide it induced despair, so wide it prevented even the thought of resistance from rising.
Is this the power he dreamed of?
Is this the 'Foundation' that views the Celestial Dragons as natives?
Doflamingo took a deep breath.
His arrogant head finally, at this moment, slowly lowered.
Although the veins on his forehead were still throbbing.
The expression on his face had already changed from anger to submissiveness.
A wise man submits to the circumstances.
This was the law by which he had survived on this cruel sea until now.
"Stop..."
Doflamingo's voice was somewhat hoarse.
He turned around and shouted sternly at the other Executives who were about to move behind him.
"All of you, stand down!"
"No one is allowed to move!"
Pica and the others were unwilling, but seeing the Young Master's ferocious expression, they could only grit their teeth and retreat.
Doflamingo turned back around.
Facing that figure floating in mid-air like a god or demon.
He slowly bowed at the waist.
Performing standard noble etiquette.
Though the movement was elegant, everyone could feel his humiliation and forbearance in that moment.
"My apologies..."
"Your Excellency."
Doflamingo kept his head down, his sunglasses hiding his gaze.
"It was my Family that was rude."
"They are just a group of frogs in a well who haven't seen the World."
"Please..."
"...stay your hand."
Even when facing a Marine Admiral, even when facing the Four Emperors, Kaido.
Doflamingo had never been so humble.
But right now.
Facing this unfathomable Indra, facing that 'SCP Foundation' which was too vast to imagine.
He chose to bow his head.
Because he saw an opportunity.
An opportunity to reach a higher level and completely overturn this World!
As long as he could board this ship.
What did this bit of humiliation matter?
In mid-air.
Indra looked at Doflamingo, who had bowed his head in apology.
Under the mask, the corners of his mouth curled into a playful smile.
[Ding! Astonishment Points +500!]
A bumper harvest.
Bai Yu was overjoyed in his heart.
But on the surface, he still maintained that cold and arrogant persona.
"Hmph."
A cold snort exploded in Doflamingo's ears like a clap of thunder.
The surrounding cold Qi withdrew slightly.
That suffocating pressure finally lessened by a few degrees.
"A clever brat."
Indra slowly descended to the edge of the pool.
He didn't look at the two half-dead ice sculptures on the ground.
Instead, he walked straight up to Doflamingo.
He reached out a finger.
Gently lifting the collar of Doflamingo's pink feather coat.
The action was frivolous, yet filled with the pressure of a superior.
"Junior."
"You are very smart."
"Since you thirst for power so much, since you thirst to contact the real World so much..."
Indra's voice became low and seductive.
Like the whisper of a demon.
"I will give you an opportunity."
Doflamingo suddenly raised his head.
Behind the sunglasses, his eyes burst forth with an unprecedented light.
"What opportunity?"