One Piece: The World King Who Emerged from the White Town

It evokes both a sense of vengeful pleasure and a feeling of anger at the Celestial Dragons' supreme authority being trampled upon by the filthy fish-men!

As a former Celestial Dragon, he was emotionally torn when faced with this situation.

In essence, he was proud of his Celestial Dragon identity.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to bring his father's head back after killing him, attempting to reclaim his Celestial Dragon identity.

But then I felt anxious and angry because of the rejection.

That's how he ended up becoming the Doflamingo we know today, someone who wants to achieve great things, even to become a 'king'.

Upon returning to their base, they immediately convened a family meeting.

Seemingly spurred by this incident, Doflamingo issued a series of orders, preparing to completely conquer the North Blue in the shortest possible time.

He no longer wanted to hear a second dissenting voice in Beihai.

Then came the planning for the first half of the Grand Line, a task he entrusted to Trebol.

Torrepol went ahead to scout ahead and recruit men.

With the large sum of money obtained from Du Feld, this task was not difficult at all.

Once things are mostly settled in Beihai, other cadres will be transferred to support Torrepol, and the focus will shift.

After setting the tone for the next phase of the family's development, Doflamingo remembered to ask, "Did anything happen while I was away?"

Torrepol reported, "Everything is calm, except for a few fleas that kept trying to provoke us, but they've been taken care of."

"Where's Germa? Have they been found yet?"

"The whereabouts of Germa are still unknown. I suspect that they may have already escaped from the North Sea."

"Keep searching until you have concrete evidence!"

"Okay, Dover."

"What about the navy? Tsuru hasn't made a move yet?"

"We've had them keeping a close eye on things. So far, there haven't been any external actions, but some of the officers we've bribed have recently lost contact and seem to have been purged."

"We're not short of money now, so let's increase the bribery efforts. If the navy gets rid of one corrupt official, we'll put two more in. I don't believe He has the power to clean up the entire North Sea Navy!"

After the meeting ended, everyone left in a hurry because they had been assigned a lot of tasks.

But Doflamingo called out to Trebol the only one he stopped.

"Is there anything else you need to tell me, Dover?"

"I need you to find out all the relevant information about 'Celestial Gold' after you arrive at the Grand Line, but you must not leak any information!"

Doflamingo said with an extremely serious expression.

Trebol felt a tightness in his chest. He knew that Doflamingo had another bold and crazy plan, but when he was about to launch it, he still felt a tightness in his throat.

"Dover, are you sure you really want to start that plan? Isn't it a bit too risky?"

"I haven't decided yet whether or not to take this step, but the preliminary preparations must be completed first. This should be the top priority."

Upon hearing this, Torrepol could only nod to indicate that he understood.

That was 'heavenly gold' offered to the Celestial Dragons!

To take it?

Just thinking about Torrepol sends chills down my spine.

One wrong move and the entire Don Quixote family could be wiped out.

But he had to admit that while the plan was incredibly crazy, it was also full of genius-level imagination!

Chapter 195 Endurance

In the pitch-black room, Abel sat cross-legged, placing the [Onimaru] horizontally between his knees, and closed his eyes to concentrate.

He was using his mental energy to concentrate his sword intent, and at the same time, he was trying to comprehend the process of this concentration.

Although each attempt was vague and yielded very little, he believed that perseverance would greatly help his understanding of swordsmanship.

I don't know how much time passed, but when my mental energy was almost depleted, a sword intent was finally condensed.

Abel then relaxed a little, opened his eyes, and lit a Lotus Profen filter cigarette for himself.

It not only refreshes the mind and prevents disease, but also quickly restores energy.

Mental strength is also a type of energy, or rather, a part of it.

After taking a bite, his eyes immediately brightened.

Comfortable~

While smoking, he didn't rest either, and began physical training with the disguised tortoise shell on his back.

Before I knew it, the maximum weight of this "custom-made turtle shell" could no longer provide the best training results.

However, it can still play a certain auxiliary role before the food cells break through the bottleneck again and evolve.

After completing today's physical training, his mental energy had almost recovered, so he began to focus on the next sword intent.

When his mental energy was depleted again, he lit another cigarette to perk himself up.

Then this time, Abel took out the wooden sword Toyako and began sword training.

Moreover, the entire process was completed in complete darkness.

This helped him comprehend the power of darkness.

After this period of training, he has adapted to training in this environment.

They also gained an ability similar to 'night vision'.

This shows that his understanding of the power of darkness is gradually deepening, and he is on the right path.

But do you think this is over?

Still early!

Next, there will be Observation Haki dodging training and Armament Haki striking training.

Even while eating, Abel would use the activity of the food cells to practice his combat techniques, collecting and storing all the bio-energy that should have been released from his body.

When night falls, Abel will use all his remaining physical and mental energy to improve his skill proficiency until he is completely exhausted before he can rest and sleep.

Even while sleeping, he instinctively continued to practice the Dark Breathing Technique, constantly strengthening his cardiopulmonary function.

Abel dared to say that he could not find anyone more hardworking than him even on the entire ocean.

Even if someone spends all their time training and cultivating except for eating and sleeping, they still can't compare to a freak who trains and cultivates all day long, even while eating and sleeping!

These fulfilling days even reminded Abel of the time before his transmigration when he studied day and night to prepare for the postgraduate entrance exam.

No, I should say I worked even harder than during that period.

After all, the entertainment options in this world are still somewhat lacking, and there's basically nothing that can pique his interest.

In addition, the positive feedback of being able to personally feel oneself getting stronger little by little is so addictive that it gives him a sense of endless pleasure.

If he had received similar positive feedback while practicing math problems back then, constantly motivating him, he might have actually gotten into Peking University.

Days spent immersed in training always fly by, and three days passed in the blink of an eye.

The ship docked, and Abel came out with Baby-5.

"This is Roman Island? Where are the enemies? An enemy that made Lord Piqué urgently request reinforcements must be no ordinary enemy."

Upon arriving on the island, Baby-5 immediately became nervous.

The reason is that just recently, Abel received an urgent request for help from Senor.

At first, Abel was just as nervous as Baby-5, thinking that Señor had encountered some kind of formidable enemy.

After all, given Señor's tough-guy style, he would never contact anyone unless absolutely necessary, especially not in such an urgent and desperate situation.

He didn't realize something was wrong until Señor told him to come to Roman Island as soon as possible.

The only vivid memories he could recall of Roman Island seemed to be of an amusement park, fireworks, and a woman!

Something's not right, something's really not right!

Although Abel had some suspicions at the time, since Senor was in such a hurry, he naturally had to go and see.

So after dealing with a group of stubborn kids who dared to compete with the family for business, he immediately brought Baby-5 over as quickly as possible.

But Baby-5 was unaware of the details and thought there was real danger, which is why she was so nervous.

Seeing her like that, Abel couldn't help but tease her:

"I think so too. You'll be quite shocked when you see the 'enemy'."

"Does Abel already know who the enemy is?"

"I can roughly guess... If it really is that person, Pique will probably never be able to beat him in his lifetime."

"Huh?! An enemy that Lord Piqué could never defeat in his entire life, can the two of us really handle it? Should we call a few more officers to join forces?"

"That's not necessary. The 'enemies' that Pique can't beat are nothing special in my opinion. But let's wait until we see Pique before we talk about the specifics."

"Mmm~ Abel is the best!"

"Good, if you can talk, then talk more. I can handle it."

"Abel is the best, Abel is the most handsome, Abel is the most... the most..."

This really stumped the little girl. Her brain capacity was already insufficient, and now it was like her CPU was running at full capacity, and her brain was about to overheat.

Abel was about to casually remind her of one good point when he thought to himself, "I have so many good qualities, how come I can't find anything else to praise?"

Then the little girl, quick-witted as ever, shouted, "Abel lasts the longest!"

"???"

Abel instinctively covered Baby-5's mouth. What kind of lewd words were those?

Aren't you afraid of attracting the censorship gods to unleash 404 world-destroying magic?