"What about the Devil Fruit trade?!"
"Who the hell killed the Joker?!"
"All my money—gone down the drain!"
"Let's go to Dressrosa! Take those fruits before someone else does!"
"Are you insane?! Even Doflamingo's dead—what do you think will happen to us if we meet whoever did that?"
Across the seas, panic spread like wildfire.
Pirates, criminal syndicates, and underground brokers—
every last one of them had once depended on Donquixote Doflamingo.
His SMILE trade, the synthetic Devil Fruits, had been the cornerstone of their growing power.
Each new user meant another living weapon.
Now, with Doflamingo's death, the supply was gone—
and their fragile empires would soon be torn apart by rivals.
"Doflamingo… dead?"
Inside a floating bar in the New World, a red-lipped woman in a black jacket froze mid-bite, a half-eaten slice of pizza dangling from her fingers.
The "Gluttonous Lady" Jewelry Bonney frowned at the paper.
"Doflamingo's dead, huh?"
Elsewhere, Capone 'Gang' Bege exhaled a plume of cigar smoke, grinning behind his fortress-like jawline.
"That means Caesar Clown's without a master now."
"Boys! Let's go fetch that scientist. Mama'll love him as a birthday gift!"
His men roared their agreement as their ship turned toward Punk Hazard's direction.
In another part of the New World, a red-haired man slammed his boot onto a corpse and smirked.
The latest newspaper crumpled in his fist.
"The Joker's gone."
Eustass 'Captain' Kid laughed coldly, his mechanical arm humming.
"A Warlord of the Sea, underworld emperor, a king of a nation—and still died in his own backyard. What a joke."
"He was working with Kaido, remember?" his masked crewmate Killer replied evenly.
"Now that he's dead, Kaido's bound to go berserk."
"Let the fools who don't understand what that means learn what it's like to be hunted by a Yonko."
Kid chuckled darkly, metal scraping against metal.
"Couldn't have said it better."
On a Frozen Island in the New World
Snow fell in endless white sheets.
The Beasts Pirates gathered around a fire, newspapers trembling in their hands.
"It's true?"
"Yeah—made front page everywhere."
"Who could've done it? Even we never dared cross Doflamingo."
Their laughter froze when a voice thundered across the ice.
"Dead? That useless clown actually died?"
The voice belonged to a massive man drinking straight from a barrel, his tusked jaw glinting in the light.
Braids hung from his mane-like hair, and spikes jutted from his armor.
It was the Calamity of Drought, Jack.
As he spat his drink into the snow, a deafening BOOM echoed from the mountains above.
A hulking figure had just fallen from the sky, smashing a glacier apart.
"Boss Kaido! Enough of your suicide games!"
"The Joker's dead! No more SMILEs!!"
Jack bellowed toward the shattered peak.
Through the blizzard, an enormous silhouette emerged.
Bare-chested despite the cold, his skin bore scales across one arm, a sake bottle clutched in his hand.
Black fur lined his shoulders, and a pair of sharp horns curved upward from his head.
The Emperor of the Sea. The Strongest Creature in the World.
Kaido of the Beasts.
He had fallen from ten thousand meters up—
and didn't have so much as a scratch.
"What did you say?!"
"The clown… dead?"
Kaido's voice rolled like thunder, his eyes burning with fury.
"The World Government's already stripped him of his Warlord title," one of his men stammered.
"They even published his crimes to the world!"
Jack's grin returned, cruel and eager.
"Heh. Those self-righteous bastards love kicking a corpse."
"Boss, want me to hunt down whoever did it?"
"Anyone who could kill that clown might actually be worth breaking."
Kaido's glare silenced him.
"Idiot."
"Let the dead rot. If Doflamingo couldn't even protect his own life, he wasn't worth my attention."
He raised his bottle, shattering it between his fingers.
"Find Caesar."
"As long as that fool's alive, I can keep building my army of Devil Fruit soldiers."
Jack's grin widened.
"Caesar, huh? Almost forgot about him."
"No problem, boss. I'll bring him to you myself…"
"And maybe destroy a few islands while I'm at it."
The snow hissed under his boots as he left—eyes glowing with the hunger for slaughter.
Meanwhile — Marine Headquarters, Marineford
The Navy was no calmer.
Inside the Fleet Admiral's office, papers scattered across the desk as Sengoku the Buddha slammed a fist down.
"Doflamingo's dead?! How the hell did that happen?!"
His voice echoed through the room.
"Where's CP0? Why haven't they reported who did it yet?"
Sengoku wasn't mourning Doflamingo.
He didn't care that the pirate king of Dressrosa had fallen.
What did matter was the mystery behind it—
Who in this world had the power to kill Donquixote Doflamingo?
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