In the original One Piece world…
Both the Beasts Pirates and the Big Mom Pirates—two of the Four Emperors—had shown immense interest in Caesar's scientific expertise.
Kaido of the Beasts Pirates was especially drawn to Caesar's ability to mass-produce artificial Devil Fruits. His grand vision was to create the world's most powerful army of ability users, a force capable of waging the greatest war the world had ever seen.
As for Big Mom, what fascinated her was Caesar's gigantification technology. She dreamed of making her entire family as massive as she was, erasing all differences in size and finally achieving the perfect "family gathering."
"To be able to offer both Emperors a meeting gift they'll never forget… why not?"
Whiteflame took a deep drag from his cigarette and exhaled slowly, releasing a perfect smoke ring.
Three Days Later…
Monet finally regained consciousness.
"Monet-nee! You're awake!"
Baby-5's face lit up with joy.
"Little Baby-5, you made it out of Dressrosa alive... Tell me, who killed the Young Master?"
The first thing Monet asked after waking was news of Donquixote Doflamingo.
Baby-5 hesitated.
"After the Young Master died, I did everything I could to find out who was responsible... but I still don't have a clear answer. You were there, weren't you? Tell me—who killed him?"
There was a burning intensity in Monet's eyes—a deep hunger for revenge.
She had devoted her life to Doflamingo, truly believing he would one day become the Pirate King. She would have gladly given her life for his cause.
And now, her faith was shattered. Her master was dead, and she didn't even know who had taken his life. But that didn't matter. She would find the killer—and avenge Doflamingo with her own hands.
"It was me."
Suddenly, a cold voice cut through the tension. The door opened, and Whiteflame stepped into the room.
His gaze was icy as it locked onto Monet.
"I killed Doflamingo with my own hands. Now that you know the truth—what will you do?"
"You... killed the Young Master?!"
Monet's golden eyes stared daggers at Whiteflame. Her brow furrowed tightly.
"If you don't believe me, we have two witnesses here," Whiteflame said calmly.
"Baby-5, is he telling the truth?"
Monet turned sharply to the other woman.
"Monet-nee, Whiteflame is the man I love. I won't let you hurt him!"
Without hesitation, Baby-5 stepped in front of Whiteflame, spreading her arms wide to protect him.
For Whiteflame, she had already turned on Doflamingo. Stopping Monet was nothing.
But before Monet could move, she suddenly felt her neck, wrists, and thighs tighten—completely immobilized.
Only then did she notice the black threads binding her. They were coated in Armament Haki.
"This... this is the Young Master's ability!"
Her pupils contracted.
As one of Doflamingo's top officers, she would never mistake the powers of the String-String Fruit. But how could this man wield it too?
"Tell me—who was fighting Jack the Drought? And which direction did they go when they left Punk Hazard?"
Whiteflame wasn't in the mood for mercy—especially not for a diehard loyalist to Doflamingo. The only reason he kept Monet alive was to find out who else had been chasing Caesar, besides Jack.
The seas were vast. He didn't have time to waste chasing shadows. Only Monet knew which direction Jack had taken when he left Punk Hazard.
"You're strong. I can't defeat you."
"If the Young Master is already dead… then there's no reason for me to go on."
"Do it. Kill me."
Monet smiled bitterly and closed her eyes, ready to embrace death.
She had never been the type to beg for mercy. Her greatest conviction in life had been helping Doflamingo become Pirate King.
Now that dream was gone. Her purpose was gone. So too was her will to live.
"Is that so? Then I guess there's no point keeping you alive…"
Whiteflame raised his hand, ready to finish the job—
—but Baby-5 threw herself in front of Monet.
"Whiteflame, please! Don't kill Monet-nee!"
"She's the only one who knows where to go next!"
Baby-5 pleaded desperately.
Whiteflame's eyes flickered. After a few seconds of hesitation, he moved his fingers.
"What are you doing?!"
Monet's face turned red. She could feel the threads slipping beneath her clothes, gliding across her skin—and then down even further.
Her face grew hotter and hotter.
Finally, the threads withdrew, pulling out a small, tattered white paper fragment.
"If I'm not mistaken... this is Caesar's Vivre Card, isn't it?"
Whiteflame said coldly, taking the card. It slowly began drifting in one direction.
"You see? Now that you've revealed this, you've got no further value to me."
"Go ahead and kill me. I won't resist."
Monet stood still, calm and unflinching.
"No… you still have value."
Whiteflame looked at her, a strange glint in his eyes.
Then, without another word, he left the room, leaving Baby-5 and Monet behind.
That night, heavy breathing echoed from Monet's room.
Eventually, a soft, drawn-out moan brought everything to silence.
Whiteflame lay against the bedframe, lighting a cigarette. Next to him, Monet was fully naked, her body glistening. She didn't scream. She didn't cry. She didn't try to kill herself.
She was perfectly calm.
"From now on… this is the value you bring."
"Live or die—it's up to you."
With that, Whiteflame rose and left the room
The next morning, Whiteflame stepped onto the deck, breathing in the crisp ocean air.
"Huh?"
To his surprise, the same woman who had begged for death just yesterday… was now smiling and sparring with Rebecca, practicing swordsmanship.
"Women… as unpredictable as the sea."
Whiteflame shook his head and chuckled.
P.S. – Based on reader feedback, I've adjusted the details about Monet's arms. Thanks for the reminder!
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