Just moments ago, Doflamingo had looked like something straight out of Alien.Now, he'd returned to his usual human form—calm, collected, and oddly charming.
He stood in front of Smoothie with a face full of concern.
"Smoothie, how are you feeling?"
Smoothie stared at him, wide-eyed, a mix of shock and disbelief painted on her face.
"Lord Doflamingo, this… this is the Golden Lion Shiki's Float-Float Fruit ability!"
"Yes," Doflamingo replied with a grin. "And since you're my fiancée now, you should probably use something a little more affectionate. Maybe… just call me Doffy?"
The gift of the Float-Float Fruit hadn't been a whim.
Doflamingo had his reasons.
Smoothie was, after all, a daughter of Big Mom.
One of the future Sweet Commanders.
Her potential was undeniable—far beyond the likes of Trebol and his ilk.
But more importantly...
Maybe it was the fact that Big Mom had a habit of offing her husbands and replacing them like it was nothing,
But the daughters of the Charlotte family were oddly loyal to their chosen partners.
Loyal enough to betray their own kin if necessary.
That might spell trouble for the Charlotte family.
But for Doflamingo? It was perfect.
Smoothie blushed slightly but didn't act coy.
She boldly called out the more intimate name.
"Doffy! Thank you, my fiancé."
"Fufufufufufu! Now, let's see how much you can control."
Without warning, Doflamingo grabbed her and shot into the sky, heading toward a remote island out at sea.
...
The stronger the person, the more power they could draw from their Devil Fruit right after eating it.
Take, for example, the Sabo from the original timeline.
The future Chief of Staff of the Revolutionary Army.
When he ate his late brother's Flame-Flame Fruit,
He didn't show any sign of prior training or development—just raw force and instinct.
He punched straight through the Dressrosa coliseum and shattered the underground black market below.
That kind of power wasn't refined—it was just overwhelming.
And yet, it worked. Because he had that kind of strength.
Which also made one thing clear—
Eight-year-old Momonosuke was just a worthless piece of trash.
...
Before long, they arrived above a small, diamond-shaped island—or more like a rocky outcrop.At its widest, it barely reached 50 meters, and it wasn't even 100 meters long.
The entire area was smaller than a single patrol ship.
The two landed gently on the rocky surface.
Smoothie activated her new power.
RUMBLE RUMBLE RUMBLE—!
The connection between the island and the seabed slowly snapped apart.
Bit by bit, the entire chunk of land began to rise into the sky.
Watching her manipulate the island so easily, Doflamingo's eyes lit up.
"Smoothie, how does it feel? How long can you maintain this?"
"Doffy," Smoothie replied, still focused. "The ability grants floating to the island itself. It's not very exhausting."
She took a moment to sense the drain on her stamina, then continued:
"With my current body, I can maintain it for about six hours. After that, I'd probably lose consciousness—and the buoyancy would vanish."
"Six hours, huh…"
Doflamingo muttered thoughtfully.
Merveille and the island that fell when the Golden Lion died—
Together, they formed a massive windless zone island.
With Smoothie's current strength, she wouldn't be able to support it.
The plan to relocate Merveille to the White-White Sea would have to be put on hold.
Seeing the furrow in his brow, Smoothie looked a little guilty.
"I'm sorry, Doffy… I'm still too weak. If only I had power like yours."
Such a sincere girl.
Doflamingo chuckled inwardly, then reached out to ruffle her hair.
"It's not that you're weak, Smoothie. You're still young. Your body's still growing. I'll help you.By the time you reach my age, you'll be plenty strong."
"Alright! Doffy!"
Reassured, Smoothie perked up again. Her expression turned determined.
"I'll definitely lift more than this!"
"More, huh?"
Doflamingo's eyes gleamed with interest.
More? Then why not less?
A solution had just come to him.
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