Chapter 51: Doffy's Resolve

Blood and brain matter mixed together, painting a brutal and grotesque scene.

Pointed shoes stepped into blood-soaked mud. The blond teenager, face smeared with blood, wore a twisted smile of sick pleasure and satisfaction, laughing madly.

"Fufufufufu…"

At that moment, the members of the Vils Mafia family stared at the feral youth, gripped by a fear they had never known before. Their faces went pale, and they instinctively froze.

"This brat…"

"A devil…"

"He's a devil…"

Burning ruins, collapsing buildings, black smoke curling through the air, and flames twisting in the wind...

The blond teenager stood beside a headless corpse, like a demon born from blood and fire.

Trebol and the other family officers stared at Doflamingo's back, eyes blazing with pride and worship.

This... was the king they were willing to kneel before!

So dazzling!

Like a rising star—blinding and brilliant.

His overwhelming presence, the light he radiated, and his innately noble, sacred bloodline had completely conquered them.

Doflamingo's lips curled into a chilling grin as he stepped over Vils' corpse and kept walking.

His fingers twitched continuously, as if pulling unseen threads.

With each movement, it was as if invisible blades were slicing through the air, carving smooth, clean cuts across the street, the walls, and the ground...

At the same time, over a dozen Vils Mafia members suddenly froze.

A thin, glaring red line appeared across their throats—growing wider by the second.

They didn't have time to react. The world suddenly tilted and flipped upside down.

Then—

They saw their own bodies.

They saw their shoes.

Confusion surfaced in their dull, fading eyes.

And then, life slipped away.

Their heads dropped from their shoulders.

Shhhh!

From the necks of the motionless, headless corpses, blood burst forth like a fountain, drenching the ground.

"Fufufufufu!!"

Doflamingo burst into even more frenzied laughter.

Amid the terrified stares of the Vils family, he pressed on, leaving behind a trail of blood, agony, and screams.

"Well then… wipe them all out."

Doflamingo gave the order with a grin.

The moment he spoke, the eyes of the Donquixote Family pirates gleamed red with madness.

Like beasts starved to the brink, they launched into a ruthless assault. In just moments, dozens of Vils gang members had fallen dead.

And so began the one-sided slaughter.

On the once-bustling street, blood flowed like a stream. The air reeked of iron and death.

Doflamingo stood at the center of it all, watching the hellish scene before him...

And took a deep, satisfied breath.

"Fufufufufu! This is the life I've always wanted... A world engulfed in chaos, where all sins are born, and only the victors earn the right to step onto the final stage!!"

"What a fascinating world! What a beautiful world! Fufufufufu!!"

He spread his arms wide, and though his body was barely five feet tall, he radiated a fierce, tyrannical aura—unrestrained and cruel.

The air reeked of thick smoke, sweat, gunpowder, blood, corpses, and fear.

It was his favorite scent.

The scent of chaos.

In the burning town, he caught the looks on the faces of the Vils family members as they stared at him—fearful, submissive, trembling, unable to meet his eyes.

Yes, that was the look he wanted.

The filthy ants crawling through this world should always look at him that way.

Father, do you see?

This is how the lowborn should look at us.

This is the life we Celestial Dragons, born noble, are meant to enjoy.

For a moment, Doflamingo felt himself pulled back to that time.

He could still recall the stench of blood, sweat, and gunpowder—the deafening screams, the hateful curses, and the twisted faces dancing in the flames.

Those lowborn scum, who should've been groveling on the ground, were instead holding torches and arrows.

And they, the noble Donquixote family—Celestial Dragons of the highest order—had been tied to the city walls like livestock, nearly burned alive!

Father, you were wrong!!

You were wrong!!

I was right!!

Doflamingo clenched his fists. A cold, ruthless glint flashed across his sunglasses.

Riiip!!

A blinding streak of lightning tore through the dark sky, illuminating the hellish landscape.

The storm that had been brewing finally broke loose. Rain poured from the gloomy sky.

Thunder crashed.

Splat splat splat...

The downpour washed everything clean.

It washed away the blood, beat down on the corpses, and snuffed out the flames.

The roar of thunder grew louder, eventually drowning out the cries and screams echoing through the streets.

The slaughter began to subside. The massacre entered its final phase.

With their leader dead and faced with Doflamingo's overwhelming might, the Vils family had already lost the will to fight.

They pleaded desperately, some even dropping to their knees and begging for mercy.

But all that awaited them was the merciless blade of the Donquixote family.

Half an hour passed.

As suddenly as it had started, the storm vanished.

Steam rose from the ruined buildings, streets soaked with rain. Blood seeped into the cracks between stones, and bodies lay scattered everywhere.

At some point...

Only one person remained standing on the street.

Raindrops fell steadily from his hair, his clothes, and the hems of his pants, pooling on the ground.

All around him, Trebol and the rest of the Donquixote family knelt on one knee, their faces solemn. Blood still dripped from their weapons as they quietly waited for their king's command.

"Go. Take control of this island."

Doflamingo's grin had vanished, his expression now cold and commanding.

"Avoid using violence against civilians whenever possible. Let this island understand that the arrival of the Donquixote family will only bring them greater peace and stability."

His hands trembled slightly, as if struggling to restrain the urge to destroy everything around him.

But he knew—he had to stay in control.

Rubeck Island—no, the entire North Blue—was just the beginning.

Before setting foot into the wider world, he needed to build up his foundation.

Wandering aimlessly across the seas?

Raiding towns one by one?

That's what lowly pirates do.

Territory.

Power.

Resources.

He would take it all, step by step, until he controlled enough to make the entire world kneel before him—Donquixote Doflamingo.

And until that day came, he had to restrain himself.

Hearing this, the Donquixote family's members lowered their heads in sincere reverence, their admiration for him burning even brighter.

Only someone who could control his desires and impulses was worthy of their absolute loyalty.

This was their young master.

Clap, clap, clap...

Suddenly, an ill-timed round of applause broke the silence.

The Donquixote members froze for a moment, then turned sharply toward the sound, alert.

They saw a tall figure standing atop the ruins of a nearby building, clapping slowly as he looked down at their young master with amused interest.

"Impressive spirit and vision."

"The look of a wanderer and a man determined to achieve greatness... are completely different."

"You... are quite something, Doflamingo."

The black-haired young man smiled.

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