"Submit to your damn self!"
From deep underground, a furious roar suddenly erupted.
A blood-red shockwave pierced the tower's roof, crossing several hundred meters as it blasted toward Enel.
Peclo's blood-soaked figure followed closely behind—
launched like a missile.
"Who the hell do you think I am?! I'm the Major Undertaker in the New World—Peclo!!"
The hood over Peclo's head had vanished, revealing a hideously twisted face covered in stitch marks.
The chest that had just been blasted open was now puffed up again.
The scythe in his hand had straightened back out and grown ten times larger.
A blood-red aura and Armament Haki coiled around him.
Like a man-eating demon hellbent on slaying a god.
His perfectly calculated taunt made a cruel grin tug at the corner of Enel's lips.
"Pitiful insect. You've chosen the path of death!"
As he spoke, Enel raised his hand—splitting the black clouds above with a single motion.
Katakuri's expression shifted when he caught a glimpse of what was coming.
Another rebuild for the Cake castle.
Before the crowd below could get a clear look at the sky above, a dazzling blast of light rained down, blinding nearly everyone.
"Fifteen Billion Volts: Gungnir!!"
To those like Perospero who were strong enough to see the battlefield clearly, the blood-red shockwave only stalled the descent for a split second before it was utterly shattered by the blinding attack.
Peclo's eyes widened with disbelief and fury as he watched his own strike get obliterated.
"My journey… doesn't end here!! Suture Release!!"
Raising his massive scythe, Peclo activated his Stitch-Stitch Fruit to the fullest.
His body swelled again as the threads across his flesh snapped one after another, exposing twisted muscle and flesh beneath—trophies harvested from powerful warriors in the New World.
"Endless Blood Burial!!!"
With the massive, crimson-glowing scythe raised high, Peclo lunged upward, only to be consumed by the falling light just as he finished his move.
BOOM!!!
High above, it was as if a second sun had suddenly ignited.
Peclo's grotesquely warped body was torn apart midair, blasted to pieces, but before his blood could even reach the ground, the sheer heat vaporized it into nothing.
Not a trace of him remained.
Perospero and the others were left speechless, stunned by the sheer brutality of the scene.
The infamous Undertaker of the New World, couldn't even survive a single hit from Enel?
Even BIG MOM, munching happily on her wedding cake, looked genuinely surprised.
That lightning brat's attack…
...
BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!
With no more resistance, the beam of light slammed straight down—piercing through the Cake castle layer by layer, leaving crystallized scars behind.
It finally vanished somewhere deep underground.
Enel didn't bother checking the aftermath.
Lightning crackled wildly across his body as his gaze shifted toward Giberson and Umit.
"Submit or die."
Gulp!
Legs trembling, Giberson swallowed hard and tried to calm his racing heart.
"H-Honorabl—Doflamingo-sama, I..."
BANG!!
A sharp thud interrupted him.
Beside him, Umit dropped to his knees before Doflamingo, slamming his forehead against the floor like a hammer.
THUD!
The impact left a deep dent in the ground.
Blood streamed freely from his forehead, not that Umit cared. He had intentionally avoided using Armament Haki to make the gesture more sincere.
Flattened against the ground, Umit's voice was full of desperate humility.
"Please forgive my earlier insolence, Doflamingo-sama! I offer you everything I have—even my life!!"
"??!" Giberson stared in shock.
Why does he sound so experienced at this?!
"Fufufufufufu~ Not bad."
Doflamingo nodded with satisfaction. He always respected people who knew when to surrender.
His gaze shifted to the still-dumbfounded Giberson.
"What about you, warehouse boss?"
Umit, still lying face-down, exhaled in relief. His tense body finally relaxed.
He was alive!!
Revenge? That was never in the cards. After years in the shipping industry, he knew— survival depended on reading the room.
Giberson snapped back to his senses the moment Doflamingo's eyes locked onto his.
He dropped to his knees in the exact same pose as Umit, head bowing low.
"Doflamingo-sama, whatever you need, just say the word."
...
With everything settled,
BIG MOM stuffed the last piece of wedding cake into her mouth,
then turned her gaze toward Peclo and Lu Feld's underlings, eyeing them like prey.
"Mamamama Doffy, which of these guys do you want?"
Taking in these subordinates meant seizing the influence behind them at minimal cost.
Perospero and the others had already surrounded the group, knowing the drill.
"Of course they're yours, Linlin-san. I've already gotten what I truly wanted, haven't I?"
Smiling, Doflamingo gave a playful squeeze to the bloodied Stussy beside him.
No need to fight over turf in the New World—not with BIG MOM.
And those guys' petty fortunes? As someone bleeding the entire world dry, he wasn't even remotely interested.
"Then I won't stop you from leaving! Boys, go wild!!"
The Charlotte family charged into the crowd like wolves in a sheepfold, unleashing a storm of blood and screams.
...
"Morgans, heading out together?"
Doflamingo turned to the trembling birdman still snapping photos, offering a friendly tone.
He understood the power of public opinion—he'd been using it for years.
And since Morgans was obedient, plus the image snails weren't yet mass-produced... there was no need to kill this feathered little source of PR.
"Eh?!"
Morgans flapped his wings and rushed over, sticking close to Doflamingo's side.
"Doffy! Tomorrow, your photos will take up at least—no, two front pages, my friend!"
The Charlotte family was going berserk—if BIG MOM got too hyped and blasted him, who'd save him?
...
"Did you catch me in the photos?" Enel leaned in, excited.
"Of course! You're the strongest Logia user out there! What title do you want?"
Morgans was full of praise, even though he'd seen stronger lightning from BIG MOM.
But hearing "strongest" lit Enel's soul on fire.
In his mind, he could already see his fame on Skypiea surpassing even the national hero, Bullet.
With great pride, he announced:
"Obviously—God of Thunder! That's the title Boss gave me!"
"Oooh, that's pretty badass!"
Morgans humored the eager boy, then glanced toward the unconscious Stussy.
"Doffy, what's the deal with Stussy?"
Even Umit and the others—who had financial conflicts with Doflamingo—hadn't drawn his ire.
So what made this Queen of the Pleasure District special enough for him to strike personally?
"Fufufufufu~"
Doflamingo grinned, staring at Morgans until the birdman's feathers stood on end.
Then finally replied—
"Some things you shouldn't ask. Learn to stay silent."
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