The Sky Mirror Arena had long been decorated festively under Doflamingo's orders.
Red ribbons hanging from the ceiling turned the place into a sea of red.
In an open area, a silver-haired old man was energetically wielding a pair of scissors, snipping away at the mountain of fabric strips piled before him.
The muscular Vincent, standing over six meters tall, stood there foolishly, letting the old man toss strips of fabric onto him until he was completely buried.
The old man let out a sharp cry, his lean body leaping up like a monkey.
Over a dozen silver needles attached to threads shot out from his hands, and under the guidance of his ten fingers, a perfectly fitted suit for the giant Vincent was swiftly stitched together amid a series of rapid piercing sounds.
"I am a Tailor-Tailor Fruit user. Making a single suit is nothing, but why have you prepared so much fabric? Are you looking down on me?"
He straightened his back and pointed at the pile of fabric strips beside him, stacked like a small hill.
"Fufufufu, old man, you've got it wrong. It's not just one suit—it's for... well, everyone here needs one."
Doflamingo chuckled weirdly, extending his finger to point at the massive, endless crowd standing before the old man.
"What? You... what kind of joke is this, flamingo? Are you trying to work me to death? How could I possibly have that much stamina?"
The old man's eyes nearly popped out of his head.
Because the scene before him was indeed a sea of people.
What made his scalp tingle even more was that these exceptionally fierce pirates all looked as if they had eaten yeast, growing to sizes far beyond normal humans.
Compared to those giants standing twelve or thirteen meters tall, the six-meter-tall, simple-minded Vincent seemed like a kindergarten child.
"I... I quit!"
Gritting his teeth, the old man prepared to storm off angrily.
"Ten thousand Berries per person, old man. Aren't you going to count how many people are here?" Doflamingo produced a large suitcase from somewhere, opening it to reveal stacks of banknotes inside.
The old man's eyes instantly fixed on the Berries in the case, unable to look away.
Gulp.
The old man swallowed, his mouth feeling dry.
"Even if I wanted to, I don't have the stamina or speed for this! There are too many people—it would take three days just to finish it!"
He clenched his teeth and forced his gaze away from the pile of money.
"Three days? No, it must all be done by tonight. I'll raise the price to one hundred thousand Berries per person. Finish this job, and you can retire comfortably. Also, don't worry about your stamina."
Doflamingo took out a glass test tube and a bottle filled with a red liquid, placing them on the table.
"One... one hundred thousand Berries?"
The old man's eyes turned into the shape of Berries, his breathing heavy.
Without another word, he shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Next! Next!"
Then, he threw himself into the work with all his might.
After tailoring suits for over a dozen giants, the old man was completely exhausted.
At that moment, he remembered the two bottles Doflamingo had left on the table.
"Can this stuff restore my stamina?"
Skeptical, the old man opened the red bottle, dipped his finger in the liquid, and tasted it.
"Huh?"
The next second, the old man was instantly revitalized, his silver hair standing on end.
He even felt that his old companion, dormant for over twenty years, had suddenly sprung back to life!
"What is this? It's incredible! Is it some kind of miracle potion?"
His eyes gleaming, he then looked at the glass test tube on the left.
"What's this? Let me try it."
Gulp.The old man tilted the glass test tube into his mouth, intending to taste just a little, but the liquid inside was incredibly viscous and shockingly heavy, instantly sliding down his throat.
His eyes instantly became bloodshot, and thick veins bulged across his withered body.
"What is it this time? Aaaah!"
His shriveled body inflated like a balloon, rapidly expanding until, in moments, he grew from a short stature of one and a half meters to three meters tall, his entire frame bursting with explosive muscles.
The clothes he had been wearing were torn apart, and his entire appearance transformed, as if he had become thirty years younger.
The old man stared blankly, stroking his rock-like chest muscles, biceps, and... pecs.
"Hey, hey! Old man, don't do that dirty business here. I know you're eager to try it out, but now's not the time. We're running out of time!"
A pirate in the crowd shouted.
Snapping back to reality, the old man hastily wrapped a piece of cloth around his waist, his wrinkled face beaming like a chrysanthemum.
"Hahaha, as expected of the renowned Beast God Pirates. So many good things! I don't even care about the money today—I'll finish this task before nightfall!"
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By the time night fell, the pirates on Whole Cake Island had undergone a dramatic transformation.
Gone were their eccentric outfits and exposed chests, replaced by sharply tailored suits, neatly parted hair slicked with pomade, and perfumes produced in Dressrosa.
Doflamingo watched with a strange expression as the massive pirates, now dressed to the nines, strutted about.
Somehow, the more they dressed up, the more it failed to conceal their bulging muscles and the fierce aura radiating from them.
This was especially evident when the division commanders and vice commanders appeared in custom-made suits, lined up at the port of Whole Cake Island.
Thump, thump, thump.
The ground trembled slightly as the entire leadership of the Beast God Pirates, led by Caesar, made their grand entrance.
Caesar, standing at nine and a half meters tall, filled out his black pinstripe suit with bulging muscles.
A large red flower adorned his chest, his long black hair tied back, and his rugged face, with features as if carved from stone, exuded raw masculinity.
His eyes, though half-lidded, and the slight upward curve of his lips, carried an intensity that made even division commanders instinctively avert their gaze.
Behind him stood a lineup of impeccably dressed thugs in suits.
Shiki, Kaido, Katakuri, and Crocodile—each exuding a formidable presence—stood in a row at the port, clad in sharp suits and polished leather shoes.
Doflamingo casually tossed aside a money case, pulled a test tube from his pocket, and downed its contents.
"Hiss...!"
His body instantly surged, rapidly expanding to a height of six meters.
Strangely, his clothes grew along with his inflated size, showing no signs of tearing.
"Fufufufu, we look just like an idol muscle-man group! Hurry, Morgans, take a picture—this is a world-famous masterpiece!"
He discarded the test tube, shoved his hands into his pockets, and joined the lineup, stepping beside Crocodile to nudge him with an elbow.
Crocodile rarely went without a cigar, casting a faint glance at Doflamingo before spitting out a single word through gritted teeth.
"Idiot."