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Chapter 104: Winds and Clouds Assemble
Dressrosa, King's Plateau.
Atop the luxurious throne, Donquixote Doflamingo sat with his legs crossed, the newspaper that was enough to shake the world pinched between his fingers.
He let out his signature shrill and manic laugh.
"Fuffuffuffuffu! Fuffuffuffuffuffuffu!"
The laughter crashed and echoed within the empty palace, making no attempt to hide his extreme excitement.
Before him, the top executives of the family stood with their hands at their sides, shock written all over their faces.
Sugar ate grapes expressionlessly, as if none of this concerned her.
Trebol's mucus almost dripped to the floor, his sticky body trembling slightly with excitement.
Diamante and Pica remained silent, but their clenched fists betrayed the tumultuous waves in their hearts.
"Truly... a perfect piece of art!"
Doflamingo spread his arms wide, his pink feather coat dancing wildly along with the movement. He wasn't embracing the air, but the chaos itself that was about to arrive.
"A man who can create a 'moon' with a wave of his hand?"
"A 'God' descending on East Blue?"
He tapped his finger lightly on the photo of the massive "artificial moon" in the newspaper. Behind his sunglasses, his eyes flickered with greedy and fanatical light.
"Fuffuffuffu... This world is finally going to fall into complete chaos!"
Trebol leaned forward stickily, his voice fawning. "Ne, ne, Doffy, this is simply unprecedented big news! That old guy Shiki was actually kneaded into a ball like trash by someone!"
"That was Golden Lion! A legend who fought for supremacy with Roger and Whitebeard!" Diamante's voice was a bit dry. "How... should we respond?"
"Respond?"
Doflamingo's laughter stopped abruptly.
He slowly lowered his head, his gaze behind the sunglasses sweeping over everyone present, cold enough to freeze the air.
"Have you not understood yet?"
He threw the newspaper on the ground and stomped on it firmly with the tip of his shoe.
"Whitebeard, Kaido, Big Mom... those monsters entrenched in the New World who call themselves 'Emperors' definitely can't sit still now."
"And those five old men in Mary Geoise! They must be having a headache so bad they want to die right now, right? Fuffuffuffu!"
Doflamingo spread his arms again, his expression manic and hyper-excited.
"Come! Let them all come!"
"Everyone go to East Blue! Go fight for that power! Go worship that 'God'!"
"The wave of the new era is unstoppable! The old order is collapsing, and chaos is the most top-tier feast!"
He lifted his foot, kicked the newspaper away, and paced to the edge of the King's Plateau balcony, overlooking the kingdom he ruled.
"That man, Blake... he is not a conqueror."
Doflamingo's voice became low and magnetic, filled with the wisdom of one who sees through everything.
"If he wanted to, he could easily destroy everything."
"The newspaper says Garp, Kizaru, and even Dragon 'knelt in worship' before him."
"What does this mean?"
He turned around, staring sharply at his executives.
"It means he is a merchant."
"A merchant selling 'miracles'!"
"He displayed his power not to intimidate, but to advertise! An advertisement directed at the top powerhouses of the entire world!"
"Fuffuffuffuffu! It really makes one... tremble with excitement!"
In Doflamingo's eyes, a calculation cold to the extreme flashed.
"Since he is a merchant, then we can trade."
"We just need to prepare... a 'price' he cannot refuse."
"Doffy, what do you need?" Trebol asked immediately. "Gold? Treasure? We have plenty!"
"Vulgar."
Doflamingo curled his lip in disdain.
"To a 'God' who can create miracles with a wave of his hand, what is the difference between gold and jewels and stones by the roadside?"
His gaze became profound.
"I need to prepare a true 'greeting gift'."
He looked at Trebol and issued an order.
"Go to my deepest treasury and prepare that 'great gift' I've kept secretly collected."
Trebol froze for a moment, then seemingly realizing something, his sticky body trembled violently.
"Ne, ne, Doffy! Could it be... that thing?"
Doflamingo's mouth split into a ferocious grin.
"That's right, that."
He didn't say it explicitly, but the executives present understood that it was one of Doflamingo's biggest trump cards.
It was a "surprise" he had originally saved to give to that group of Celestial Dragons in Mary Geoise at the most critical moment.
A... rubbing of a top-secret Poneglyph recording a certain taboo scandal of the Celestial Dragons!
This thing was lethal poison to the World Government.
But to an outsider, a "God" with the power to subvert the world, it might be the most interesting plaything.
"As for Vergo, let him continue his deep cover. Have him closely monitor Marine Headquarters and every movement of that 'God'."
" The rest of the family, stabilize the rule of Dressrosa. While I am away, I do not wish to hear any bad news."
Doflamingo arranged everything calmly. Beneath the mania lay cold calculation and caution.
He was going to East Blue personally.
He was going to see that "God" with his own eyes.
He wanted to see just what the price tag was for those so-called "miracles"!
The wind howled atop the King's Plateau.
Doflamingo walked to the balcony's edge again, looking toward the distant East Blue, his pink feather coat flapping loudly in the gale.
"Let me see with my own eyes... what kind of 'price' your created 'miracles' require, Lord 'God'."
His flagship, the Numancia Flamingo, slowly raised its giant sails in the harbor, setting sail toward the weakest sea where the "divine miracle" was born.
...
New World shipping lane, a massive fleet was cleaving through the myriad waves.
The flagship was a hideous and terrifying giant ship, with a roaring dragon head carved on the prow.
On the deck, the executives of the Beasts Pirates stood solemnly. The usual noise and unruliness were gone, leaving only a suffocating oppression.
On the throne, Kaido held his giant kanabo, "Hassaikai." His eyes burned with pure destructive desire and a monstrous will to fight.
He stared in the direction of East Blue as if he could already see the man who dared to call himself "God."
King the Conflagration stood by his side, reporting in a deep voice.
"Mr. Kaido, the Whitebeard Pirates' Moby Dick has also changed course. Their target is also East Blue."
"The Big Mom Pirates' fleet has also departed. Charlotte Linlin seems... determined to get that man."
"Wororororo..."
Kaido's laughter was low and dangerous.
"Those two old fogies can't sit still either? Good! Saves me the trouble of finding them one by one!"
His gaze swept across the boundless sea.
"Speed up!"
"I can't wait to smash that fake moon hanging in the sky, along with that so-called 'God', into dust!"
...
Meanwhile, in a certain sea area of the Grand Line.
A ship with a giant red dragon prow was quietly docked in the bay of an uninhabited island.
On the deck of the Red Force, the atmosphere was completely different.
Red-Haired Shanks leaned against the railing, holding the same newspaper in his hand.
The smile on his face had vanished, and his gaze was terribly heavy.
"Hey, Beckman."
He suddenly spoke, his voice somewhat hoarse.
First Mate Benn Beckman, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, took the newspaper from him. With just one glance, he tossed the paper aside.
"We're in big trouble, Boss."
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