Joker

Mock Town was in ruins.

Fire devoured the remnants of buildings, illuminating the night with an infernal glow. The scent of smoke, blood, and burned flesh filled the air, making every breath heavy. The ground was littered with mutilated bodies—some crushed beyond recognition, others torn apart as if ripped by invisible claws. The destruction was absolute.

Among the rubble, a few survivors crawled, groaning in pain. Others pretended to be dead, trembling at the sound of footsteps approaching—the footsteps of the man responsible for all of this. The Yellow Demon showed no urgency. He walked as if none of it mattered—because, to him, it truly didn't.

At the center of the city, Bellamy struggled, his feet kicking in the air while his hands tried, in vain, to loosen the crushing grip around his neck. The Viltrumite held him like a rag doll, his expression impassive. Bellamy's eyes bulged, his face turning purple from the lack of oxygen. He opened his mouth to beg, but only a weak hiss escaped.

"Tell me, do you know how to defeat users who can turn intangible? Yes or no?" the Viltrumite asked, his voice as cold as a blade.

Bellamy tried to respond, but his crushed throat wouldn't allow it. His vision darkened, and desperation took hold. He was going to die here, with no one to save him.

Then, a laugh echoed through the chaos.

"Fufufufu... As a matter of fact, I do."

The Viltrumite slowly turned his head, his red eyes locking onto the imposing figure of Donquixote Doflamingo. He stood there, his vibrant pink coat draped over his shoulders, a carefree smile on his lips as if he were watching an entertaining spectacle.

Silence fell over the city. The few survivors held their breath. They knew who Doflamingo was. They knew what he was capable of. But the Viltrumite simply observed him, evaluating.

Bellamy felt a wave of relief. Doflamingo had come to save him! He tried to murmur something, but the grip around his throat prevented it.

"That one belongs to the Doflamingo Pirates. He's mine," the Shichibukai said, nodding toward Bellamy.

The Viltrumite chuckled—a low, menacing sound. "And what if I want to kill him? As his captain, wouldn't you stop me?"

Doflamingo tilted his head as if considering the question, then shrugged. "Go ahead. Making deals with you is more important to me."

The Viltrumite wasted no time. With a sudden, merciless squeeze, Bellamy's neck snapped with a sharp crack.

His body dropped to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut. His eyes remained wide open, lifeless.

Doflamingo stared at the corpse for a moment, his expression unchanged. "What a waste of time."

Then, he lifted his gaze to the Viltrumite, smiling once again. "Now, let's get to business."

The Viltrumite narrowed his eyes. In an instant, he vanished and reappeared right in front of Doflamingo. The distance between them was nearly nonexistent, his red eyes burning like molten embers. Doflamingo, despite his relaxed posture, felt a chill run down his spine. He had fought monsters before, but this... this was different.

The Viltrumite raised his fist—too fast. Doflamingo's Observation Haki tried to predict the attack but failed. For a split second, the world seemed frozen, and before he could react, the punch stopped mere inches from his face. The sheer force of the strike cut through the air, leaving a small gash on his cheek.

Doflamingo kept his grin, but his hand trembled slightly. The Viltrumite noticed.

"You're in no position to negotiate," the Viltrumite said coldly. "Tell me, or I'll kill you."

Doflamingo blinked, as if absorbing the words. Then, he let out a low chuckle. "Fufufufu... Interesting."

But he was not a man who accepted being dominated so easily.

Without hesitation, he raised his hand.

"Overheat!"

A massive flaming thread surged forward like a meteor, the heat distorting the air around it. The Viltrumite dodged by instinct, feeling the wave of heat graze his face. But Doflamingo had already prepared his next move.

"Ever White!"

The entire environment transformed into snow-white strings, molding into razor-sharp stakes that lunged mercilessly. The Viltrumite didn't even try to dodge. The blades clashed against his skin but failed to pierce it. It was like trying to cut titanium with a dull knife. Without a single scratch, he remained motionless, his eyes carrying a gleam of boredom.

Doflamingo clenched his teeth but didn't stop.

"God Thread!"

A massive spear of golden strings, as brilliant as divine lightning, descended from the skies. The Viltrumite crossed his arms to block it, and the impact made the ground tremble, opening a colossal crater.

Silence followed.

Doflamingo waited, his breathing heavy.

Then, the dust settled.

The Viltrumite was there. Unscathed.

His eyes gleamed with something between impatience and amusement.

In an instant, he vanished.

Doflamingo didn't even have time to react before a fist crushed his face. His body flew like a projectile, crashing through several buildings before slamming into the ground with an earth-shaking impact.

He coughed up blood, his bones screaming in protest.

But he could still fight.

"Break White!"

A wall of strings rose around him, hardened like steel. But the Viltrumite tore through it like paper, emerging with absurd speed.

Doflamingo resorted to his final technique.

"Billow White!"

A colossal wave of strings crashed down on the enemy like a tsunami of razor-sharp blades.

This time, the Viltrumite didn't move. He simply stretched his arms out and tore the storm of threads apart, advancing with fury.

Doflamingo tried to create more threads, but it was too late.

The final blow came with crushing force. The impact shook the air itself. Doflamingo felt everything inside him shatter at once. His body collapsed heavily onto the ground.

He gasped, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. His vision flickered, consciousness slipping away.

But even in defeat, he wasn't done yet.

With the last remnants of his will, he summoned it—Haoshoku Haki.

A wave of sheer dominance exploded outward, invisible yet undeniable. The air itself seemed to solidify, a suffocating weight pressing down on everything in its path. Buildings trembled, the ground cracked, and the few survivors left in Mock Town collapsed unconscious.

The Viltrumite felt it immediately.

For a brief moment, an overwhelming pressure crashed down on him—dense, suffocating, like gravity itself had tripled in strength. His muscles tensed instinctively, his warrior's reflexes recognizing the force as a threat.

But then, he blinked.

The sensation vanished as quickly as it had come. His Viltrumite blood burned through the discomfort, his body adjusting flawlessly. Whatever had tried to suppress him was already gone—insignificant.

He looked down at Doflamingo, completely unfazed. No sign of strain. No trace of struggle. Not even curiosity.

Just indifference.

Doflamingo, still grinning despite the blood staining his teeth, realized the truth.

"Even that wasn't enough... huh?"

His vision darkened. His body refused to move.

He exhaled sharply, letting out a weak chuckle.

"A-Alright... I'll tell you everything... I lost."

The Viltrumite stopped, a satisfied smirk curling on his lips.

"Now we're talking."

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Author's Notes:

"We're almost at 300 collections! I just want to thank everyone who's been reading. Feel free to leave your reviews—whether it's criticism or advice, every bit of feedback helps. Your support motivates me to keep going! And a special thanks to those who are giving their Power Stones—I really appreciate it!"