"Plop..."
"Plop..."
With a crisp rhythm of footsteps echoing in the air, thugs on the outskirts of the crowd suddenly dropped to the ground, eyes rolled back and mouths agape, as if crushed by a terrifying pressure.
They collapsed like stalks of wheat swaying in the wind, one after another falling to the ground.
...
Inside the central building of the district,
As if sensing the overwhelming presence, Madam Sammi, accompanied by her subordinates and attendants, rushed out of the room and onto the balcony.
Excitement lit up their faces as they looked around.
"Who's there?! Get out here!!"
Diamante, one of the officers of the Donquixote Family and user of the Ripple-Ripple Fruit, bellowed in rage.
The other officers also scanned the area, searching for the source of the footsteps.
"You've got to be kidding!! This aura?!"
Among everyone present, the one with the highest combat prowess—who also possessed Conqueror's Haki—was Doflamingo, and he could feel this terrifying presence more clearly than anyone.
Veins bulged from his forehead as cold sweat poured down in streams.
The crackling black-and-red lightning that filled the air accompanied each step like a hammer upon the soul, flooding everyone's minds with fear and panic.
And the most terrifying thing of all—despite clearly hearing the footsteps, not a single person could determine where they were coming from.
Only when the steps grew closer and clearer did everyone finally see the figure walking from afar.
Among the fallen bodies of countless grunts, a tall man in a military uniform slowly approached.
His entire outfit was based in black, and the sword at his side and rifle on his back were his most distinctive features.
His tall, slender figure, shrouded in black-and-red lightning, approached step by step—elegant, composed.
Yet every blink of an eye brought him closer at a terrifying speed, like a ghostly reaper from the depths of hell.
When she saw this figure, Sammi—who had been wound as tight as a bowstring—finally relaxed.
As the tension released all at once, her knees buckled slightly, and she nearly lost her balance.
Thankfully, one of her subordinates quickly supported her, sparing her from a graceless fall.
"My, my, Madam, you're so excited to see Orin-sama that your legs are giving out," teased Airi, her loyal aide of over a decade.
Sammi flushed with embarrassment.
"You just love to talk."
Of course, she wasn't the only one excited.
"Kyaa~ Orin-sama is here!!!"
In an instant, the previously tense and silent red-light district exploded with cheers. It was as if the riot had never occurred. Countless women, previously hiding in fear, now popped their heads out of windows and balconies.
They screamed, cheered, and poured all the fear and humiliation they had endured into a tidal wave of excitement for Orin-sama's arrival.
...
In stark contrast, the members of the Donquixote Family wore extremely sour expressions.
Damn it, where did this monster come from?
They had been digging into Sammi's background for years, but never heard of someone like this existing.
Under the cheers of the women and the grim stares of the Donquixote Family, Orin strode deeper into the crowd—unimpeded.
Wherever he walked, only the sound of bodies hitting the ground could be heard. Even the elite and high-ranking officers were not exempt.
By the time Orin stood in front of Doflamingo, he was the last one still standing among the vast Donquixote Family.
The difference in strength was instantly apparent.
The arrogance and bluster vanished from Doflamingo's face. His silver teeth clenched tightly, veins throbbing wildly.
Behind his sunglasses, his pupils trembled uncontrollably as he stared at the smiling man before him in disbelief.
There was no way someone like this should exist in Paradise!!!
...
Flowing black hair, a distinct black military uniform, a sword at his hip, a rifle on his back.
On his seemingly gentle and handsome face rested a pair of eyes that looked down on everything.
A member of the Roger Pirates.
Bounty: 1.09 billion Belly.
Black Gun—Orin?!?!
You've got to be kidding me!!!
...
Orin's lips curled into a faint smile. Though his face bore a smile, his eyes were filled with absolute indifference.
Towering at 2.6 meters tall, he looked down at the still-young Doflamingo.
"Did you not hear my question?"
He leaned in slightly, crimson light flashing in his pupils as he stared straight through Doflamingo's trembling gaze behind the shades.
"Who were you planning to kill?"
The calm, commanding tone and overwhelming pressure held the entire scene in stillness.
Faced with danger, the male staff of the bar and casino—half-employees under Orin—were thrilled and tingling with adrenaline at his grand, domineering entrance.
As for the girls of the red-light district, several nearly fainted from sheer relief. An overwhelming sense of safety filled their fragile hearts.
...
"Kyaa!!! Did you see that, Mei?!"
"Mhm mhm! I knew Orin-sama would come! He's so cool..."
Standing beside Sammi, even though Orin hadn't looked their way, the two young maids were waving frantically.
As Orin's personal attendants, Lina and Mei had long since been captivated by his strength and charm. In their hearts, he had become their ideal.
Even during the riot, they firmly believed Orin-sama would come to drive these villains away.
When they couldn't reach him after two failed calls on the Den Den Mushi, it was only thanks to Sammi stepping in to silence those who doubted him that the two maids hadn't started pointing guns at the dissenters.
...
Surrounded by so many eyes and threats, Doflamingo's face could no longer maintain his composure.
As a Conqueror's Haki user himself, he could at least still speak. Forcing back the cold sweat on his forehead, he gritted his teeth and barked:
"Black Gun, what's a man like you doing here!?"
"Even if you're a member of the Roger Pirates, you're meddling way too much! Don't forget... Roger was just captured by the Marines! And you still dare to appear so boldly under the World Government's nose!"
"Let me remind you—my name is Donquixote!!!"
...
Hearing this, Orin's smile grew wider—but there wasn't a hint of amusement in his eyes.
"So, Doflamingo... your confidence comes from the World Government?"
"Or do you actually believe those weakilngs would go to war with me over your death? Do you really buy that yourself?"
Orin stared him down, his voice cutting straight to the heart.
"You're nothing more than a discarded failure, exiled from Mary Geoise!"
"Shut up!!!"
Orin's words finally broke him.
Veins popped violently on Doflamingo's forehead as fury and shame clouded his mind. He completely forgot the gap in power before him and his fear of the Roger Pirates.
"What right does a bastard like you have to judge my life!?!"
His traumatic past had always been a wound he couldn't bear to uncover. Now that Orin had ripped away that last shred of dignity, all reason vanished.
After all... you're just a fifteen-year-old brat!!!
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