"There is no medicine for regret in this world!"
Hearing Kronos say this, Doflamingo, pinned beneath the torii gate, finally accepted reality.
The once arrogant and domineering face was now filled with despair and hopelessness.
His mind couldn't help but drift back to the moment when Kronos had given him a choice.
If only he had surrendered from the beginning… maybe his family wouldn't have been wiped out.
Maybe he wouldn't be in this desperate situation now.
But, just as Kronos had said—there is no medicine for regret.
What's done is done. The outcome is sealed.
Seeing that Kronos had nothing more to say, Hashirama once again unleashed his chakra.
With a single blow, he struck down the defenseless Doflamingo—bringing an end to his story.
A burst of blood sprayed forth.
The Heavenly Yaksha, underworld clown, former Shichibukai—Donquixote Doflamingo was dead.
Just minutes earlier, in the streets of Dressrosa—
Countless residents had noticed the chaos erupting from the direction of the palace highlands.
Loud roars and violent tremors echoed across the city.
They saw with their own eyes the clash between a towering stone giant and a glowing blue figure high in the sky.
Then came the falling meteorite—an explosion of blinding light erupted from the palace heights, followed by an intense wave of heat.
As the palace highlands were nearly leveled to the ground—
The people of Dressrosa were plunged into terror.
Amid the panicked crowd, a rugged old man wearing an iron mask silently observed the destruction.
He muttered to himself, "What's happened to the Doflamingo family…?"
And in the depths of his heart, a single hope arose:
Maybe, just maybe… this country can finally be free.
Just as the thought crossed his mind, chaos broke out across the streets.
People screamed—not out of fear—but out of shock and joy.
He looked up.
All around him, toys were transforming—returning to human form before his eyes!
More and more toys regained their true appearance.
The darkness that had been buried deep beneath Dressrosa for so many years…
Had finally been exposed.
And in that moment, the old man in the iron mask remembered everything.
From beneath his mask, tears welled in his cloudy eyes and began to fall.
"Cyrus…"
Elsewhere, inside the colosseum, a pink-haired girl covered her mouth as her memories came flooding back.
Tears streamed down her face as she gazed at the towering stone statue in the arena.
"Dad…" she whispered through sobs.
Because now she remembered—
The one-legged toy soldier who had always been by her side…
Was none other than the master of the colosseum statue.
A legendary warrior with a record of 3,000 unbeaten matches in the arena.
The former captain of the Dressrosa Royal Army.
The beloved hero of King Riku's era.
And most of all—
Her father.
The toy soldier, now restored to his true form in a dark alley…
Still stood on one leg, just as he had in his toy body.
But now—he was Cyrus once more.
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