"What about him? Doffy?"
Doflamingo's brow twitched slightly. He turned his head and looked at Trebol, those beady little eyes barely visible behind his sunglasses. His voice turned ice-cold as he snapped:
"I'm going to make that blind bastard see it for himself— the kingdom under my rule.
See if it isn't a thousand—no, ten thousand times better than the trash heap the World Government calls civilization!!"
As for whether those two would commit suicide?
When you're powerless and humiliated, sometimes the only choice left is to die to prove a point. That's the last shred of courage for the truly weak.
But those two...
They're warriors. Men who follow their own path to the bitter end.
"I should've kept my damn mouth shut!"
Trebol cursed himself internally, sweating bullets. He wiped his forehead, slapped himself across the face, and silently followed after Doflamingo.
...
Twenty-four hours later.
A hundred sets of comparative experiments were complete.
One good result, and one bad.
The good news?
IQ really did improve compatibility during bloodline factor implantation. It helped reduce the strain on Baccarat's luck and made the transformation smoother.
Bloodline factors + IQ + Baccarat's lady prayers— a flawless combo.
The proof? Ten perfectly transformed Germa soldiers, now able to shift between beast and human forms without flaw.
If Doflamingo wanted to...
He could turn Yamato into a little dragon girl on the spot.
But he didn't.
Because Yamato still hadn't grasped the true essence of Doflamingo's will.
The bad news?
IQ can induce evolution and mutation, but the effect was unstable. Maybe there wasn't enough of it, or maybe it's just the nature of the stuff.
They ran ninety sets of pure bloodline factor + IQ comparisons that day.
Yes, fusion happened.
But not everyone turned out perfect.
Some of the results were just as bad as Caesar's half-baked artificial Zoans.
Half-man, half-beast.
Others over-fused— what remained was only the beast, no human left.
More and more, Doflamingo felt like this damn world was destined to become some kind of fantasy wasteland in a few centuries.
Tree-people. Beast-people. Monsters.
Still, Kaido-sensei probably wouldn't mind.
Neither would most of the pirates.
...
Time passed.
By the time Doflamingo left Skypiea...
Bullet finally stirred, clutching his throbbing head.
His whole body ached, like he'd been steamrolled. And sure enough, there was a new pair of Seastone shackles clamped around his limbs.
He'd lost again!
Once more defeated by that twisted bastard, Doflamingo.
"Grrrrrrrhhrrgghh!"
His stomach let out a beastly growl, dragging him back to reality.
Like a caged lion or tiger, Bullet instinctively headed toward the spot where food had been brought before.
But this time, the only thing there was a basic tool kit for crafting island clouds.
Bullet's irritated eyes locked on a member of the Donquixote Family standing just outside.
"Bullet," the man said calmly, "this time, since you lost to Lord Doflamingo, you've forfeited your right to free meals. From now on, if you want to eat, you'll have to earn it."
And with that, the man turned and walked away.
Bang!
Bullet slammed his fist against the reinforced glass in front of him, roaring in fury:
"Doflamingo!!!"
The golden-ranked family member, hearing the shout, turned back with a smirk and added,
"Lord Doflamingo also said—if you're not willing to work, go ahead and die. Nobody eats for free under his rule."
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!
Bullet, salt poured straight into his wound, went wild.
He rammed into the glass like a madman, unleashing all his rage.
Eventually, the fury burned out.
Panting, blood dripping from his mangled knuckles, Bullet stared at his hand and thought—
Was he really going to work for food?
Would he let himself become one of Doflamingo's laborers?
No. Hell no!
Absolutely not!!!
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