From Da Niu's trembling words, White Flame pieced together the rest of the story.
His family, his childhood friends, everyone from Angel Town—
all of them had been slaughtered by Jack the Drought and his Beasts Pirates.
Kaido of the Hundred Beasts.
Jack the Drought.
Names known across the seas—spoken only with fear or hatred.
White Flame had once thought his path would never cross with theirs.
But now he realized: his life had been tied to theirs since the very beginning.
His entire past had been burned to ash by their hands.
"I see."
White Flame lit another cigarette, his face expressionless.
He noticed Da Niu eyeing it nervously and tossed him one as well.
"Jack. Kaido. I'll deal with them both."
Smoke drifted from his lips as he spoke, voice low and cold.
"They'll regret ever setting foot in this world."
"And when I'm done, they'll wish they'd never crossed my path."
Da Niu's face went pale.
The cigarette nearly slipped from his mouth.
"White Flame! No! You can't!"
He waved his hands frantically.
"Kaido is one of the Four Emperors of the New World! Everyone knows his name! No one—no one—has ever killed him!"
"They say he can't die at all! He's immortal!"
"And Jack—the man's a demon. He lives for destruction! Everywhere he goes, he leaves nothing but ruins. Towns, people, even the earth itself—nothing survives him!"
"Please, you can't go after them!"
Da Niu's voice cracked with desperation.
In his eyes, Kaido and Jack weren't just pirates—they were gods of death, untouchable forces of nature.
Even the World Government treated Kaido with fearful respect.
Under his banner, Jack could walk the world without consequence.
To fight them was suicide.
To challenge them was madness.
White Flame flicked his ash, unimpressed.
"Is that so?"
"Then all the more reason to go."
His crimson eyes glinted with killing intent.
"I want to see this so-called immortal beast for myself."
"I want to know which of us truly cannot die."
Kaido, the undying monster.
Perhaps that was true—until now.
But White Flame…
White Flame had become something far beyond human.
A true immortal, an Ajin that no weapon could destroy.
And in his endless existence, he had finally found something worth killing.
"White Flame, please!" Da Niu begged.
"Don't you remember what Uncle Lonte told us before he died?"
"He said, 'Don't seek revenge. Hatred only consumes your soul and steals your freedom.'"
"Even if we wanted to fight, what can we do against an Emperor of the Sea?"
"If you throw your life away now, you'll make his sacrifice meaningless!"
Da Niu's voice broke into pleading sobs, but White Flame's expression didn't change.
He had already made up his mind.
"Enough."
White Flame's voice dropped to a calm, deadly tone.
"Keep your breath for something useful—like eating."
"I'm not interested in your fear or your advice."
He turned away, the glow of his cigarette fading in the wind.
No one would believe him even if he explained.
Who could accept that he was truly unkillable?
That death itself had become meaningless to him?
Let them think him reckless.
Let them call him mad.
When the time came, the world would see.
To slay Jack the Drought—
to erase Kaido of the Beasts—
he needed no army.
No allies.
Only himself.
Meanwhile…
With Doflamingo dead, the kingdom of Dressrosa finally breathed free.
King Riku and the surviving royals revealed the truth of the stolen throne, exposing years of lies.
And with Sugar's death, every cursed toy in the kingdom turned back into a human.
Families reunited, tears and laughter filling the streets.
At last, the citizens saw the truth—
the man they once revered as king had been the very devil who enslaved them.
In a wave of redemption and grief, the Riku family was restored to power.
They publicly cleared White Flame's name, declaring to all:
"He is no monster—he is our savior!"
White Flame, of course, wanted nothing to do with it.
But the people wouldn't be stopped.
Under the unanimous will of the citizens,
construction began on a massive fifty-meter statue—
a monument of stone carved in the image of their silent hero.
Beyond Dressrosa, however, the world trembled.
The death of Donquixote Doflamingo sent shockwaves across the Grand Line.
Wars halted mid-battle. Deals collapsed overnight.
"Boss, what do we do now?!"
"The Joker's dead! What about our weapons?!"
"How the hell should I know? That damned clown took our money and died before delivery!"
"Without his arms, this war's finished!"
Rebel armies who once relied on Doflamingo's underground trade were thrown into chaos.
Their leaders, furious and desperate, fought each other into the dirt—
until their rebellions ended in blood and surrender.
The underworld had lost its broker.
The balance of power had been broken.
And in the silence that followed,
a new shadow began to rise—
the shadow of a man who had just chosen his next prey.
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