Trebol's true body was always hidden deep within the slime he secreted.
Most people thought he was just a fat, bloated old man—but what Little Black had cut through earlier had only been the outer layer of mucus.
The real Trebol hadn't even been scratched.
[Sticky Cannon!]
With a wet, explosive sound, Trebol fired massive blobs of slime from his body.
The viscous projectiles burst out like shotgun shells, splattering across every wall, ceiling, and corner of the room.
Little Black darted to the side, moving with supernatural speed—
but even that wasn't enough.
The deluge of slime caught it midair, pinning it against the wall.
More and more of the sticky fluid struck its body, spreading and solidifying until the creature could no longer move.
"You think a bandaged freak like you can challenge a top executive of the Donquixote Family?!"
Trebol's voice oozed arrogance.
"The top executives are the foundation of this family. Our strength isn't something a monster like you can insult!"
He flicked his fingers again.
A single drop of slime shot out like a bullet—
and blew straight through Little Black's head.
The creature's skull cracked open, its form disintegrating into a cloud of black particles that scattered into the air and vanished.
Up on the rooftop, White Flame felt it.
He closed his eyes and exhaled slowly. "So even Little Black isn't enough," he murmured.
"It's just as I thought. Even if Trebol's the weakest of Doflamingo's top officers, he's still a Devil Fruit user."
He flicked his cigarette away.
"Looks like I'll have to finish this myself."
A faint shimmer appeared behind him.
"Revenge…" a whisper rasped. "For… Little Black…"
White Flame turned his head slightly and smiled.
Little Black's shape had already reformed.
As long as White Flame lived, death meant nothing to them.
They could die again and again—and return each time.
Down below, in the House of Toys, misery was routine.
"I can't take this anymore!"
"When will this end?!"
"My wife… my son… they don't even remember me anymore!"
Their cries were soundless, echoing only inside their hearts.
By day, these "toys" could move freely among their loved ones.
By night, they were slaves—dragged back underground to toil endlessly for their masters.
"Quit slacking, you useless piles of junk!"
The pirates overseeing them shouted and kicked the toy workers, laughing as they struck.
"Ha! These little dolls make great stress balls!"
"Right? And to think, some of these used to be pirates with eighty-million berry bounties! Look at this one—I'm beating an infamous pirate right now! Hahaha!"
Their laughter echoed through the underground factory.
But suddenly—
All the toys froze.
"What's this?!" one of the overseers barked. "Why'd you stop moving?! You wanna be scrapped?!"
They stormed forward, fists raised—
and then stopped dead in their tracks.
Their faces drained of color.
Their pupils shrank.
Their bodies trembled uncontrollably.
Because before their eyes, the toys were… changing.
"...It's back," one of the men gasped.
"My body… my body's back! I can feel my skin again!"
"I can move! I can feel! It's been so long—so long since I felt warmth!"
"Someone broke Sugar's curse… It must be him. The man-eating monster!"
"No matter who it is," another roared, "he's our savior! And before we thank him—let's deal with the bastards who made us suffer!"
In an instant, every toy returned to its human form.
Dozens of towering figures appeared—pirates, warriors, giants.
One of them, a four-meter-tall mountain of muscle, looked down coldly at the trembling overseers.
"My brothers," he growled, voice like thunder. "We've endured Doflamingo's torment long enough."
"Now—it's time to repay that pain."
"The first ones to die will be them! The ones who beat us, mocked us, broke us—KILL THEM ALL!"
"RAAAAAAAH!!!"
The underground factory erupted in chaos.
The freed pirates stormed the overseers, tearing through them like beasts unchained.
Blood splattered across the walls.
"Revolt! The toys are turning back! Alert Trebol—now!"
"AHHHH! HELP ME!"
"Seal every exit! Don't let anyone get out!"
The entire House of Toys descended into madness.
When Trebol heard the report, his face twisted with rage.
"Damn it! That monster wasn't after me at all—he came here to free them!"
"If those people get out, everything will be exposed! Kill them all! Seal every exit!"
"Should we alert Lord Doflamingo?" one of his subordinates asked.
Trebol hesitated, then snarled. "No! Not yet! If Doffy hears about this, he'll think I can't handle my own mess!"
"Find out what happened to Sugar! Go—NOW!"
BOOM!
The doors to the House of Toys blew apart in an explosion of smoke and dust.
Through the haze, a lone figure stepped forward.
"Trebol," White Flame said, his voice echoing coldly through the hall. "One of the original four who raised Doflamingo from nothing. One of the Family's most trusted. A man he calls… 'brother.'"
His crimson eyes glowed faintly.
"INTRUDER!"
"An intruder's here—!"
The guards surged forward, weapons drawn—
but before they could even swing, deep, jagged wounds opened across their bodies.
They collapsed in unison, blood pooling at White Flame's feet.
Trebol's grin twitched. "You… you're that man-eating monster…"
White Flame's gaze locked on him. "No. I'm your executioner."
"You're not a fool like Diamante," he continued quietly. "No… not a fool."
"Something less than that. A maggot with power it doesn't deserve."
He took a slow step forward, his voice a blade of ice.
"Tonight, Trebol…"
"I'll take your life—"
"—and let Doflamingo feel what it's like to lose another arm of his precious Family."
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