In One Piece, I Am the Ultimate Doflamingo

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Inside a quiet chamber in the Dressrosa royal palace, Doflamingo sat cross-legged, fresh from his unpleasant encounter with the Five Elders.

His left arm split open like flower petals, revealing the silver threads that had replaced his bones. These threads gleamed under the dim light—they were the hardest part of his body. With a mere thought, the bone-like threads twisted together, forming a razor-sharp spike.

He conjured another thread spike in his right hand and brought them together.

Clang!

The spike in his right hand snapped upon impact.

"Tch, as expected, my bones are still superior."

With a smirk, Doflamingo activated his String-String Fruit ability, transforming his entire body into threads. His muscle fibers unraveled, reforming into a skeletal structure outlined by an eerie silver glow. The sensation of his new form was strange, almost surreal.

His internal organs had already been converted into strings, rendering functions like breathing and metabolism unnecessary. And yet, despite these changes, he felt no loss of vitality. As long as his stamina held out, he could exist indefinitely in this inhuman state.

With another thought, the silver threads began to multiply, filling in the gaps of his ribcage and enclosing his most vital organ—the heart. He then willed his body to return to its normal state, watching as a newly-formed rib structure solidified in place.

Gazing at his reflection in the mirror, Doflamingo's grin widened.

"Fufufufu... It seems that creation combined with Superhuman Attributes is far more powerful than I imagined."

...

Doflamingo stepped out of the chamber into the grand hall, where an obscene amount of food was being hauled in by soldiers—enough to feed hundreds to the point of bursting.

At the massive banquet table, five figures were engaged in a battle of their own—Virgo, Enel, Moria, Urouge, and Pica devoured everything in sight, their appetites insatiable.

Accepting a glass of red wine from Scarlett, Doflamingo observed his men, each bearing varying degrees of injuries, deep in thought.

"So, Vegapunk's experiment contained not only the Azure Dragon's bloodline factor but also the genetic traits of Kaido's Oni lineage. The combination has granted Virgo incredible resistance to lightning and fire, while also significantly increasing his physical durability. His potential is promising."

"Enel, however, is still too young. His body lacks the necessary toughness, and his Devil Fruit mastery is incomplete."

"Moria should never have eaten the Shadow-Shadow Fruit—his Shadow Asgard technique imposes too many limitations, restricting his true physical capabilities."

"As for Pica and Urouge... Once we wrap up our current affairs, it's time to consider enhancing them."

...

"Hahahaha! It's done!"

Franky and Gladius huddled beside Tom, staring at the blueprints spread across the table.

"Mr. Tom, what is this?"

Tom ruffled the boys' hair with a hearty laugh.

"This, my little brats, is the key to reviving Water 7."

"Mr. Tom, after what happened with Roger, they forced us into hiding. Why are you still trying to save this place?"

"Hahahahaha! Because, my boy, this isn't about them. This is—"

BANG!

The doors burst open as Marines stormed inside, rifles at the ready.

"Tom! We've got you now! You built Gol D. Roger's ship, the Oro Jackson, didn't you?!"

Tom didn't flinch. "Aye, that I did."

"You're coming with us."

...

Aboard a judicial ship.

"Escort Fish-Man Tom to Enies Lobby for trial."

Meanwhile, Franky, Iceburg, Granny Kokoro, and Yokozuna followed behind, completely unaware that their group was missing one member.

...

At the junkyard, Gladius carefully tapped against a wooden panel.

Knock-knock-knock... BOOM!

The thick planks exploded apart, revealing a hidden cache of blueprints. His eyes lit up as he pulled them out, carefully verifying their authenticity.

The sheer destructive potential described in the designs made him all the more cautious.

"Finally... I've got it, Young Master!"

...

After Tom's sentencing, officials from the nearby islands of St. Poplar, Pucci, and San Faldo gathered around him.

"Mr. Tom, we're very interested in your concept of a sea train. Would you allow us to participate in its development?"

Tom, despite everything, was in high spirits.

"Hahaha! So, you've finally recognized its potential, eh?"

"Yes, indeed..."

After finishing his discussions with the representatives, Tom turned to his family.

"Well, we made it through, didn't we? Yokozuna, Iceburg, Franky, Gladius—"

He paused, suddenly noticing a missing face.

"Gladius? Where's Gladius?!"

"Eh?!"

...

New World – Cake Island Waters

"Mama, should we let Kaido keep sleeping?"

"Let me wake him up! KAIDO!!!"

BIG MOM's thunderous roar unleashed an overwhelming wave of Conqueror's Haki, sending shockwaves through the air. Every Charlotte child present immediately collapsed under the sheer pressure—except for an 11-year-old Smoothie.

And, of course, Kaido himself.

"Tch... you're too damn loud, Linlin!"

Kaido groggily stood up, rubbing the spot on his head where Sengoku had sucker-punched him.

"Maaamaamaama! Come join my feast, Kaido. This time, I really owe you one."

BIG MOM grabbed a stack of cakes from the shore and started stuffing them into her mouth.

"Uororororo! Fine, but I want meat, not your damn cake!"

Grabbing a massive sake jug, Kaido took a few deep swigs before heading further into the island, his immense presence parting the brainless Homies that stood in his way.

...

Upper Yard

"Trebol, what does the Boss want now? I'm very busy!"

Dragged out of his lab, Caesar Clown was visibly irritated. He had been at a critical juncture in his experiments—where money and science were on the line! Not even Judge Vinsmoke dared to interrupt him at this stage!

"Beh-hey-hey-hey! Relax, this is something special. The Boss wants you to see it."

Trebol handed him a Den Den Mushi containing a recorded video. The grotesque grin on Trebol's face made Caesar uneasy.

"Shurorororo! Don't tell me—it's a personal commendation for my brilliance?! The Boss does recognize that I'm far superior to Judge, after all!"

Flushed with excitement, Caesar's smug expression faltered as he noticed Trebol secretly recording him as well.

"Wait a second... What's with that?"

"Oh, nothing much. Just watch the video."

Caesar frowned, but as the footage played, his jaw dropped.

A black dragon soared into the sky.

"Nani?! IT'S REAL! TREBOL, THE BOSS CAN SEE THE FUTURE!!!"

His hands trembled as he recalled his first meeting with Doflamingo. Back then, he had dismissed the man's words as mere nonsense. But now, he understood.

The Boss always knew.

That's why he never let me create a 'Kingdom of Death.' It was destined to fail from the start.

His expression hardened with newfound resolve.

"Vegapunk... I will surpass you!"

"Of course," Trebol snickered. "Now go show this to Judge."

"Wait—first, get me a blood sample from the Boss!"

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