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

Doflamingo glanced at Kalifa, who was leading the way, shrugged, and followed with his subordinates.

Along the way, he unabashedly surveyed every corner of Beehive Island.

The genetically engineered soldiers training on the field were all tall and strong, with a calm demeanor, far superior to ordinary pirates.

Although the number of warships in the port was small, each one was in excellent condition and equipped with the most advanced cannons.

And then there are the fortifications, technological equipment, research bases...

Doflamingo became increasingly alarmed as he watched.

This isn't a pirate crew, this is clearly a country.

No, it's even stronger than a nation.

"Fu fu fu fu..." he chuckled softly, his eyes filled with even greater greed.

We must obtain the qualification for bloodline transplantation.

Outside the conference room, Kalifa stopped in her tracks.

"Please come in. The captain is waiting for you inside."

Doflamingo pushed open the door and entered.

Roy sat in the main seat, with several documents spread out in front of him and a pen in his hand.

Hearing the noise, he looked up and glanced at Doflamingo.

"You're here? Have a seat."

Doflamingo didn't stand on ceremony, plopping down in the guest seat and crossing his legs.

Torrepol, Diamanti, and Pica stood behind him, without sitting down.

Roy put down his pen, leaned back in his chair, and looked him over.

"Doflamingo, you came all this way because of the bloodline transplant?"

Doflamingo chuckled: "Captain Roy is indeed straightforward. Then I won't beat around the bush either—"

He sat up straight and stared at Roy.

"I want to qualify for a bloodline transplant."

"That's what we agreed on."

Roy nodded.

"Can."

"Wasn't this already agreed upon?"

"You don't need to worry about me going back on my word."

Doflamingo smiled, but he didn't move.

Roy looked at him, raising an eyebrow slightly.

Doflamingo was still sitting there, showing no sign of leaving.

"Is there anything else?"

Doflamingo took off his sunglasses, revealing his sharp eyes.

He looked at Roy, his smile unchanged, but his eyes had changed.

"Captain Roy, here it is—"

He paused, then said, word by word:

"It's not the transplant method used on ordinary soldiers outside."

Roy's eyes narrowed.

Doflamingo continued, "What I need is the kind of perfect bloodline transplantation technology that your core members possess."

The meeting room fell silent for a moment.

Torrepol chuckled, Diamanti's lips curled up, and Pica remained expressionless, but the aura of all three had changed.

Roy stared at Doflamingo for a long while without saying a word.

But his aura slowly changed, and Doflamingo felt a chill run down his spine for no apparent reason.

Doflamingo.

Roy's voice was neither hurried nor slow.

"The deal you made with me before—intelligence in exchange for a spot."

That intelligence was indeed valuable, but only worth one ordinary spot.

Roy leaned back in his chair, looking at Doflamingo with a detached gaze.

"The perfect bloodline transplantation technique is the core secret of Beehive Island."

"Don't even mention one spot; even ten regular spots combined wouldn't be enough to exchange for one."

Doflamingo's expression changed slightly.

But he wasn't angry.

Instead, he laughed.

"Fufufufu... Captain Roy, do you think I came unprepared?"

He raised his hand and snapped his fingers behind him.

Torrepol stepped forward and placed the two boxes he had been carrying on the table.

Two treasure chests, one large and one small, were exquisitely crafted and inlaid with gold trim.

Doflamingo stood up, walked to the table, and tapped the box lightly with his fingers.

"Captain Roy, what I've wanted from the very beginning is your secret, perfect bloodline transplant technique."

He raised his head, looked directly at Roy, and a sinister smile played on his lips.

"These two chips—"

Is that enough?

As Doflamingo finished speaking, the conference room became so quiet that the ticking of a clock could be heard.

Roy's gaze fell on the two boxes, but he didn't say anything.

Doflamingo wasn't in a hurry. He just stood there with his signature smile on his lips, looking completely confident.

Torrepol chuckled, rubbing his sticky fingers all over the box.

Diamanti stood with his arms crossed, looking arrogant. Pica stood silently at the back, like a statue.

"Open it and take a look."

Roy spoke, his voice flat and devoid of emotion.

Doflamingo chuckled and flicked his finger, causing the smaller box to pop open with a "click".

A golden stream of light instantly surged out of the box.

The light was warm and dazzling, casting a faint golden halo in the conference room.

Everyone instinctively squinted, staring at the fruit in the box—

It lay quietly on the black velvet, shaped like a plump melon, with spiral patterns covering its skin.

A golden sheen shimmers on the surface of the fruit peel, flickering as if it were breathing.

"Paramecia-type Gold-Gold Fruit".

Doflamingo's voice rang out in the silence, tinged with smugness.

"Ability users can manipulate all gold."

He paused, looking at Roy's expression, trying to find a hint of surprise on that face.

Roy's expression didn't change much; he simply nodded.

Golden fruit.

Of course he knows about this thing.

In the original story, Tesoro's Devil Fruit allows him to manipulate gold. When developed to its fullest potential, it can awaken, enabling him to turn all the gold in the entire city into his own weapons.

It didn't look like much at first, but with Tesoro's wealth and brains, they managed to pull it off spectacularly.

Roy glanced at the Gold-Gold Fruit in the box; in the original story, Tesoro was able to develop it to the point of awakening.

It seems that Tesoro and the Gold-Gold Fruit are quite compatible.

Once we obtain Blackbeard's physical secrets and acquire the technology to eat a second Devil Fruit, this fruit would be a good alternative for Tesoro.

Thinking of this, Roy's lips curled up almost imperceptibly.

Doflamingo frowned slightly when he saw Roy's indifferent reaction, but quickly smiled again.

"Captain Roy, this fruit is precious, but I know you're not tempted by it."

He reached out and opened the second box.

The box was even larger, and the moment it was opened, a pink halo spread out.

The light was not dazzling; it was even somewhat dreamlike, like a young girl's dream.

Inside the box lay a pink fruit, twisted in shape, its skin covered with heart-shaped spirals.

"Paranoia-type Hobby Fruit".

Doflamingo lowered his voice, as if he were talking about some incredible secret.

"The power of this fruit is far beyond what ordinary fruits can achieve."

He paused, then said, word by word, "Anyone touched by an ability user will become a toy in the ability user's imagination."

"At the same time, those who have been turned into toys will be completely erased from the memories of everyone in the world."

"Parents, brothers, friends, lovers... no one will remember him."

"It's as if he never existed."

Kalifa, who was standing nearby, heard about the power of the Hobby-Hobby Fruit and dropped the documents in her hands to the ground.

"This...this...this..."

"Captain, this ability is terrifying!"

Even Roy's calm face showed surprise when he heard the name of the fruit.