One Piece: The user of the Nen-Nen Fruit, who overturned the sea.

After the joke, Roy walked to the window, looked at the sea of ​​clouds below, and his eyes became deep.

Cyrus walked up to him and also looked into the distance.

"Captain Roy, why...why did you go to Dressrosa yourself?"

He hesitated for a moment, but still asked the question that had been bothering him.

Roy paused for two seconds, then said calmly,

"Two reasons."

"First, Dressrosa flies my flag and is under my protection."

"Doflamingo's men are operating there to test my limits."

"If I don't go, he'll think I'm afraid of him and become even more reckless."

"second--"

"I do want to see King Riku."

"Dresrosa is a very interesting country."

"I've heard there are legends of fairies appearing there often?!"

"My last stay was too short; I didn't even get to see that so-called fairy!"

"However, those are all things of the past."

"The most important thing now is—what exactly does Doflamingo want to do?"

He took the intelligence report from his pocket and handed it to Cyrus.

"This is the latest news from Crocodile."

Cyrus received the intelligence and quickly scanned it.

A moment later, his expression became even more serious.

"Doflamingo...has come in person?"

Roy nodded.

"Um."

"Almost all of the core members of the Don Quixote family have been mobilized."

"The ship they were on, the 'Numantia,' left the base yesterday and headed towards Dressrosa."

"Based on the flight path, they will probably arrive around the same time as us."

Cyrus took a deep breath.

"What is he planning? A frontal attack on Dressrosa?"

Roy shook his head.

"It's not that bad."

"Dres Rosa now bears my banner. If they dare to attack head-on, they will be declaring war on me."

"He just became a Shichibukai, and his foundation is not stable. He shouldn't be that stupid."

"but--"

A cold glint flashed in his eyes.

"Not launching a direct attack doesn't mean he won't resort to underhanded tactics."

"Send people infiltrate to gather intelligence, bribe officials, and incite rebellion..."

"These are all his specialties."

"Moreover, his 'String-String Fruit' ability is best suited for manipulating people's minds."

Cyrus's face turned ashen.

"That bastard..."

Roy patted him on the shoulder,

"don’t worry."

"With me here, he can't cause any trouble."

"Perfect timing, I also want to meet this 'Shichibukai' and see what he's really made of."

......

Meanwhile, somewhere in the New World.

A huge pirate ship is cutting through the waves.

The ship is entirely pink and luxuriously decorated, with a huge smiley face pattern on the bow.

The Numantia.

The flagship of the Don Quixote family.

On the deck, a man wearing a pink feather coat and sunglasses was sitting with his legs crossed in a specially made chair.

Don Quixote Doflamingo.

"Fufufufufufufu..."

He let out his signature laugh, toying with a thin thread in his hand.

The thread gleamed with an eerie white light in the sunlight, trembling slightly with his fingers.

"Dover, we're almost in Dressrosa."

A burly man in a black cloak walked up to him.

Vergo, the highest-ranking officer of the Don Quixote family, still had a rugged appearance at this moment, without the disguise of a "vice admiral" that he would later adopt.

Doflamingo put away the threads, stood up, and walked to the bow of the ship.

The sea breeze made his feather coat flutter, but he paid no attention, staring at the distant horizon with a mad glint in his eyes.

"Dresrossa..."

"My beloved hometown..."

"Fufufufufufufu..."

He smiled, but his voice carried an inexplicable chill.

"Doflamingo, what about the Roy Pirates..."

Vergo whispered,

"Our intelligence indicates that Roy himself is also on his way to Dressrosa."

"Aboard that 'Ark Proverb,' with one hundred genetically engineered warriors."

"They probably arrived around the same time as us."

Doflamingo's laughter abruptly stopped.

He turned around and stared at Vergo.

"Roy...came in person?"

Vergo nodded.

"Yes."

"Is our intelligence accurate?"

"Accurate."

Doflamingo remained silent.

He pushed up his sunglasses, and no one could see his eyes behind the lenses.

But Vergo knew he was thinking.

"Fufufu..."

A moment later, Doflamingo laughed again.

The laughter was even more maniacal and unrestrained than before.

"interesting!"

"That's really interesting!"

"That 'Heavenly Emperor' actually came in person!"

"It seems he really cares about Dressrosa!"

Vergo frowned.

"Dover, then we..."

"keep going!"

Doflamingo waved his hand.

"What's there to be afraid of!"

"We are now Shichibukai! We are legal pirates recognized by the World Government!"

"No matter how strong Roy is, he wouldn't dare to openly attack a Shichibukai!"

"Unless he wants to go to war with the World Government!"

He paused, a sly glint in his eyes.

"Besides, we're not going to fight a war."

"Just going to... visit an old friend."

"Fufufufufufufu..."

Vergo looked at him, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back.

In the end, he nodded.

"Understood."

He turned and left, leaving Doflamingo standing alone at the bow of the ship.

The sea breeze blew, and the feather coat fluttered in the wind.

Doflamingo gazed at the distant horizon, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.

"Roy..."

"Let me see just how powerful you really are, you 'Emperor of Heaven'."

......

Dressrosa.

This vibrant island, known for its love and passion, is currently basking in the afternoon sun.

On the streets, people sang and danced, and laughter echoed everywhere.

In the square, street performers were putting on acrobatics, drawing cheers from the crowd.

The port was bustling with activity as merchant ships moved back and forth and cargo was loaded and unloaded.

Everything seemed so normal, so beautiful.

But beneath this glamorous exterior, undercurrents are surging.

The taverns near the port were filled with many unfamiliar faces.

They wore ordinary clothes, spoke fluent local language, and blended into the crowd unnoticed.

But their eyes always inadvertently sweep over those important buildings—

Royal palace, port, bullring, military camp...

......

As the sun sets, it paints the entire sky a brilliant orange-red.

As Ark Proverb slowly descended, passing through the clouds, the outline of Dressrosa finally came into view.

Roy stood at the bow of the ship, gazing at the island that was getting closer and closer, a complex light flashing in his eyes.

Dressrosa...

The Ark Proverb continued its descent, slowly sailing towards the port of Dressrosa.

Behind us, the setting sun gradually sank into the sea.

Night is about to fall.