BIG MOM fell silent for a moment, then let out a hearty laugh and agreed.
"Ma~mamamamama! I'll invite her. So, what's your plan?"
For the sake of the dream that was about to come true, she figured she'd lend the kid a hand.
"How about we schedule it for Smoothie's birthday—October 12th?"
Far away on Tenryu Island, Doflamingo exhaled a breath of relief, twirling a finger as he offered up the date.
It wasn't that he couldn't take Stussy on by himself.
Stussy, a CP0 agent who had yet to show her hand, was a clone with normal intelligence—not a defective brute like Weevil.
Who knew if Vegapunk had secretly given her a Seraphim upgrade?
If he wanted to get close to someone with such unknown strength without raising alarms, he needed the perfect setup.
"Mamamamamama Sounds like you've got a soft spot for Smoothie!"
"…"
Click!
After hanging up, Doflamingo paused to think.
Then he began walking toward the Grand Temple, ready to put some of the discoveries he'd made with Caesar and Judge into action.
The path of technological archaeology must not be broken.
Nor should the road to divine ascension.
He had to grasp both in his hands—firmly.
Not a single path to power could be overlooked.
...
Donquixote Combat Division
Under the desk, Ace and Zoffy's legs tangled and kicked at each other in a petty little war. But their eyes remained glued to Law, who sat ahead of them, looking thoroughly displeased.
If their old man had just taught them Observation Haki already, this punk would've been flattened by now.
Meanwhile, Law felt the unmistakable prickling of someone staring daggers into his back. He shifted uncomfortably.
"Annoying brats."
At the same time, Nico Robin, who had snuck into class for a change, was completely absorbed in her textbook.
She had ignored Doflamingo's usual disparaging remarks about a certain Kozuki and found herself intrigued by the history of Wano Country.
"Silence!"
In strode Señor Pink, clutching his teaching materials.
"Today's first lesson in history is our family's legacy! Without our family, we wouldn't be who we are! Turn to page 57!"
Robin obediently flipped to the assigned page.
There, a bold heading caught her eye.
1491–1495: Doflamingo-sama established the Donquixote Family. Through physical persuasion, he formed alliances with the royal and noble houses of the North Blue, as well as various underground syndicates. Pages 57–79.
1495–1497: Doflamingo-sama…
"???"
Robin's eyes widened.
Every page, lined neatly with dates and accomplishments, radiated one message:
Domination.
Suddenly, Robin found herself unable to understand Doflamingo.
He reformed the economy, developed trade, and opened schools.
He turned Skypiea into something like a utopia, where everyone lived in peace and prosperity.
Not even the kings of the world had managed that.
And yet, he made no effort to hide that it was all built on brute strength.
He spelled it out clearly for every child in his schools—whether from Skypiea or the Blue Sea:
Every resource you enjoy is soaked in the blood of the Blue Sea.
It was as if he didn't care at all what the world thought of him.
...
Grand Temple
"Prayer... and the curriculum reform."
Doflamingo tossed out the thoughts he'd just pieced together.
"Tesoro, can you handle it?"
"BOSS, the construction of the statues and spreading the prayer ritual across Skypiea can be done within a month without interfering with our other projects. But…"
Tesoro looked troubled.
"But the curriculum changes, the stuff about magnetic field lines… I honestly didn't get any of it."
He was just a businessman with a sharp eye for commerce.
These complex scientific ideas were beyond him.
"That was my oversight," Doflamingo admitted, raising an eyebrow.
He'd forgotten Tesoro never had formal schooling—and their current education system was still in its infancy.
He paused, mentally flipping through possible candidates, then said:
"Call Robin over."
"Yes, BOSS!"
...
Not long after, Nico Robin showed up, skipping out on class. Her steps were a bit heavy as she approached Doflamingo.
"BOSS!"
"Robin."
Seeing her slightly nervous face, Doflamingo gave her a warm smile.
She hadn't yet grown into the tall, elegant woman she would one day become.
But the sheer amount of knowledge she possessed was astonishing. With her helping Tesoro handle affairs, the family's operational efficiency had skyrocketed.
"How have you been lately?"
"I'm happy!" Robin nodded eagerly. Here on Skypiea, all the malice of the World Government felt so far away.
Everyone she'd met had shown her kindness.
If not for what happened to her mother and the others… she could see herself living here for the rest of her life.
"Fufufufufu, I'm glad. But don't stop getting stronger. Only then will you have the chance to take revenge with your own hands."
"I won't!" Robin's eyes blazed with determination, stirred by his words.
"Good."
Looking at his now fully motivated little assistant, Doflamingo nodded in satisfaction.
"There's something I need you to handle. And only you are right for the job."
"Please!"
Robin tensed up slightly.
Aside from her not-so-special archaeologist certification and slightly above-average reflexes, she didn't have much combat prowess.
Was she really suited for a mission?
"Relax,"
Doflamingo soothed her nerves, then continued.
"I just need you to write a new physics textbook."
This world, after all, could turn even human imagination into reality.
So why couldn't he, Doflamingo, define what physics meant here?
He'd expand the concept of lines—redefine magnetic fields.
A little brainwashing wouldn't hurt either, right?
"Physics?" Robin tilted her head, confused.
"Exactly."
Doflamingo raised his hand. In his palm, a small island formed from his threads. One by one, silk-like threads wrapped around it, forming a birdcage.
He began explaining.
"First, magnetic fields. Every island on the Grand Line has its own magnetic field, attracting the nearest island."
"That's how the Log Pose works."
"But in truth, magnetic fields are bound by invisible strings..."
At first, Doflamingo seriously lectured her on the properties of magnetic fields in the Grand Line.
But soon, he pivoted completely, spinning a theory where magnetic field lines were central—pouring everything he'd learned in his past life into the explanation.
His goal was simple:
To convince the next generation of Skypieans that magnetic field lines truly existed.
From that belief, he would manifest reality from fiction.
Master this new concept.
Then flip cause and effect—until magnetic field lines became a real phenomenon in this world.
As time passed...
Robin's eyes grew visibly more dazed.
Why does everything BOSS says sound so different from what I read on the Tree of Knowledge...?
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