"Shocking the World!! The Battle of the World's Strongest Comes to an End!!!"
"Clash of the Old Era and the New!!!"
"Warp-Warp Fruit VS Tremor-Tremor Fruit — Which is the Strongest Paramecia???"
"It's Foreseeable That the Coming Era Will Be Known as the Era of the Black Emperor!!!"
As news seagulls soared across the vast seas, public opinion and hype instantly exploded!!!
Although the news reported that, officially, the final result of the battle was a draw — the massive barren island was shattered into an archipelago, and both men ended in a stalemate —
The newspaper's front page told a different story.
That bold, enormous headline image gave off a very clear impression:
[Black Emperor] had the upper hand!
That handsome, awe-inspiring, and terrifying figure, with his piercing gaze, contrasted sharply against the other side — a blood-soaked Whitebeard, half his beard missing, battered and bruised.
It easily created a cognitive bias.
The truth was clear: this was not an even match!
...
Inside the royal palace of Dressrosa, a figure draped in a pink feathered coat lounged lazily, crossing his legs.
Holding a glass of red wine in one hand and a newspaper in the other, his lips curled into a twisted, sinister smile as he carefully flipped through the pages.
It was none other than Donquixote Doflamingo — who had successfully usurped the throne and now sat as King of the Dressrosa Kingdom.
"Fufufufufufu... As expected of Orin-sama! To think he managed to beat that so-called Sea Emperor, Whitebeard, into such a miserable state!!!"
"Fufufufufufufufuhahahahaha!!!"
The palace rang with uncontrollable laughter, showing just how excited Doflamingo was at this moment.
He admitted, back when he first had no choice but to submit to Orin, that he — born rebellious, carrying the bearing of a king — had believed he was only temporarily bowing his head.
But as the power gap between them widened beyond imagination, and as the Black Emperor displayed overwhelming strength combined with a terrifyingly strategic mix of grace and authority…
He no longer dared harbor even the slightest rebellious thought.
Now, his only focus was to perform well — hoping that one day, Orin would grant him a Celestial Dragon status reclaimed from the Holy Land itself.
"Behihihihi… Doffy, with Orin-sama backing us, I can guarantee it — there won't be a single force on these seas daring to oppose us in the future!!!"
Trebol was equally thrilled.
He was no longer the miserable stray dog who had once fled the New World in disgrace. Now he was part of an official, dominant power. His heart brimmed with pride and a sense of security.
Nearby, Diamante and Pica were no different, occasionally breaking into their own bizarre laughter.
Even little Baby-5 wore a bright smile, swept up in the joyous atmosphere.
Only one figure, sitting silently in the corner on a sofa, head bowed, did not share in the cheer.
Noticing his unusual silence, Doflamingo — spiky-haired and sharp-eyed — wasn't surprised. After all, his younger brother seemed to have suffered some kind of trauma recently.
Speechless and mentally shaken, Rosinante wasn't his usual self.
Doflamingo walked over, patting the young man with golden hair draped in a black cloak on the shoulder, his smile widening.
"Hey, Corazon… my dear little brother…"
"You believe me, right? One day, once my power and influence grow enough to make Orin-sama take notice, I'll definitely reclaim that Celestial Dragon status!!!"
"And of course, you too — my family. We'll go back together!!!"
Doflamingo was ecstatic.
This wasn't just his way of celebrating Orin's rising reputation — it was also the joy of feeling like he had finally regained his brother.
He tipped back his glass, gulping down the red wine.
Life was intoxicating. He was triumphant.
But he didn't notice…
Rosinante — his little brother — didn't feel any joy from his words.
Head bowed in silence, his expression hollow, his eyes reflected conflict, memories, and a faint trace of guilt.
Following Fleet Admiral Sengoku's orders, infiltrating Doflamingo's crew — his own brother's crew — was Rosinante's mission.
This wasn't aimed at Orin, but rather due to Marine Headquarters' increasing alarm at Doflamingo's rapidly expanding influence.
Sengoku had always worked tirelessly to ensure the Marines' presence across the seas wouldn't be entirely overshadowed by Orin.
And though he was about to succeed as the next Fleet Admiral, Sengoku was not the soft, pacifist pigeon many thought him to be. He had his own strategies — his own strength and resolve.
On the World Government's side, their silent approval of this infiltration had another reason:
Doflamingo's usurpation of a kingdom, combined with his ruthless exploitation of Orin's name to expand his influence, had already stirred dissatisfaction among the Elders.
Only out of respect for Orin had they refrained from acting against him openly.
Therefore, even if something were to happen later, the Marines and the World Government would both have solid justification for their actions.
Yet Doflamingo, ever doting on his younger brother, harbored no suspicions whatsoever.
Turning back, he shifted the discussion to family affairs.
"Right, notify the family forces in North Blue. Tell them to migrate to the New World as soon as possible. This place will be our new headquarters from now on."
Diamante nodded and handed over a list.
"Doffy, these are some kids we've recruited from North Blue to train as future officers. Should we…?"
Doflamingo glanced over the list and recognized a few names — one in particular stood out: Trafalgar Law.
That brooding, stubborn little brat had once caught his eye.
"Bring them all here," Doflamingo ordered casually. "We're short on manpower right now anyway."
...
Somewhere in the Grand Line,
Aboard the colossal ship —
The Gran Tesoro.
Here, a lively, feverish atmosphere had become the norm.
With its flawless facilities and diverse entertainment, this golden floating city had become the most extravagant pleasure hub on the seas.
Naturally, with such immense wealth flowing through it, countless powers across the oceans coveted it.
And yet, the Gran Tesoro sailed freely, conducting business wherever it pleased.
The reason? The flag at its pinnacle.
Black Sun Flag
The name of Dotor Orin alone was enough to make any force across the seas suppress their ambitions.
Especially now — after Orin fought the man once known as the world's strongest to a supposed stalemate (though many believed Whitebeard was at a disadvantage) — the Tesoro's untouchable status had only solidified further.
Snap~
Snap~
Fingers clicking to the beat, tens of thousands of spectators cheered wildly.
At the center of their attention, a tall man walked step by step up to the grand stage.
Dressed in an opulent suit, wearing golden sunglasses, golden earrings, and a dazzling golden ring on his finger, his smile radiated arrogance and control.
Reaching the platform, he offered his hand to a stunning blonde beauty at his side, spinning her gracefully as they danced under the blinding lights.
Golden wealth flowed, dazzling brilliance filled the air.
This was a land of ecstasy.
"Now, ladies and gentlemen~! Let us all celebrate and spread the name of Orin-sama!!!"
Holding the microphone, Gild Tesoro's eyes gleamed with reverence.
In this realm where money paved the way, Orin's image and reputation had become the undisputed pinnacle.
He was an idol.
A legend.
A phenomenon.
Fans and admirers were countless.
The cheers erupted like a storm, as if the entire audience was celebrating the silent coronation:
The unspoken transfer of the title — the World's Strongest Man.
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