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

"Old Sha, are you sure the information is accurate?"

Crocodile, with a cigar in his mouth, exhaled a smoke ring:

"almost."

"According to intelligence reports, Doflamingo has been very active in the North Blue recently."

"At the same time, news also came from Beihai—the fruits of the surgery have appeared."

Roy's pupils contracted slightly.

The fruit of surgery.

That Devil Fruit, worth 5 billion Berries, is an incredible existence that allows people to achieve immortality.

It's not the kind of "pseudo-immortality" that slows down metabolism like pure gold, but true immortality.

Roy took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in his heart.

"Continue monitoring," he said. "Tell me immediately once you confirm the exact location."

Crocodile nodded and turned to leave.

Roy leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping lightly on the table.

Doflamingo...

That guy has been unusually well-behaved these past two years; it turns out he was keeping this to himself.

The immortality surgery—that guy definitely knows this secret. As a former Celestial Dragon, he understands the value of the Op-Op Fruit better than anyone else.

Roy stood up and walked to the window.

Let's see who gets it first.

Roy stood by the window for a long time, his mind racing with countless thoughts.

The fruit of surgery.

He knew better than anyone the value of this thing in the original work.

Trafalgar Law became a supernova because of it, became a Shichibukai because of it, and almost brought down Doflamingo because of it.

But those people only saw the power of the Devil Fruit itself—spatial manipulation, cutting, transplantation, and electric shock.

What truly prompted the world government to offer such an exorbitant price of five billion was that ultimate ability.

Immortality surgery.

At the cost of the life of the one with the ability, another person is granted eternal life.

It's not the pseudo-immortality of pure gold that "delays aging," but true, complete immortality unaffected by any external forces.

Roy looked down at his hands. He was strong enough now, and influential enough, but what about time?

In the world of One Piece, Garp is old, Whitebeard is sick, and Shiki is crippled.

Time is the most ruthless thing.

But if the surgery yields results...

Roy snapped out of his thoughts and turned to leave the office.

Since you've decided to rob it, you have to be prepared.

The next morning, Roy summoned the core members to the conference room.

Barrett, Hawkeye, Red Earl, Tesoro, Crocodile, Kuma, Cyrus, Moria—all the fighters were called in.

"The Op-Op Fruit," Roy said bluntly. "It's appeared in the North Blue. Doflamingo is watching it too."

Barrett's eyes lit up: "That Devil Fruit that grants immortality?"

"right."

"What are we waiting for? Let's just charge in and rob it!"

Roy waved his hand: "No rush. Doflamingo hasn't confirmed his exact location yet, let's make preparations first."

He glanced at the people present.

"I'll take a few people with me for this operation. Hive Island needs to be guarded."

Barrett frowned: "Again, you're not taking me?"

"You stay. Beehive Island needs you to stay and oversee it."

Barrett was unwilling, but he knew Roy was right.

Roy looked at Crocodile: "Crocodile, keep following up on the intelligence. Notify me immediately once the location is confirmed."

Crocodile nodded.

"Tezoro, prepare the Ark Maxim. We are ready to depart at any time."

Tesoro grinned: "It's been prepared for a long time."

Roy then called out a few more names.

"Burgess, Lafayette, Van Auger, the three of you come with me."

The three stood up: "Yes!"

"Savi, Enel, Yamato, Pea, Charon, the five of you go too."

Yamato jumped up excitedly: "Great! We can finally go out!"

Enel, crackling with electricity, brandished his golden staff: "The North Sea? Is it fun there?"

The pea blinked its big eyes and nodded obediently.

Savi and Charon exchanged a glance, their eyes gleaming with excitement.

"Kazami, Baal, you two come too."

Kazami was taken aback, then stood up, placed his hand on the hilt of his sword, and nodded calmly.

Barr scratched his head sheepishly. "Captain, can I do this?"

Roy looked at him: "You've been training with Barrett for two years, it's time to go out and try your hand at it."

Barr grinned. "Alright! I'll do as the captain says!"

Barrett snorted, "Don't embarrass me."

Barr patted his chest: "Don't worry!"

After the personnel were finalized, Roy gave a few more instructions and then dismissed everyone.

As they left the conference room, Lafayette leaned closer and asked, "Captain, is this all we're going to the North Sea with?"

Roy glanced at him: "What? Not enough?"

Lafayette quickly shook his head: "No, no. I just feel that Doflamingo has been accumulating a lot of wealth these past two years."

Roy smiled and said, "Don't worry. No matter how much he saves up, it won't be enough."

Lafayette thought about it and agreed, so he didn't ask any more questions.

...................

North Sea.

The Don Quixote family's stronghold, an unremarkable island, has been transformed into a fortress.

Doflamingo leaned back on the sofa, a glass of red wine in his hand, legs crossed, a signature smile on his lips.

Torrepol stood behind him, sticky and sullen, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, chuckling.

Diamanti sat beside him, wiping his longsword.

Pica stood silently in the corner, like a statue.

"Dover, the news is confirmed." Vergo pushed open the door and came in, holding a piece of intelligence in his hand. "The Op-Op Fruit has indeed appeared in the North Blue."

Doflamingo's smile deepened.

"Fufufufu... It's finally confirmed."

He stood up, walked to the window, and gazed at the distant sea.

The fruit of surgery.

A Devil Fruit worth 5 billion Berries.

No, for Doflamingo, it's worth far more than five billion.

Immortality surgery.

As a former Celestial Dragon, he knew this secret better than anyone else.

If he obtains the Op-Op Fruit and finds a user to perform the immortality surgery on, he can live forever, rule the underworld forever, and never have to fear anyone again.

"Everyone assemble." Doflamingo turned around, his voice icy. "This time, we must get it."

Torrepol chuckled. "Dover, should we inform Roy?"

Doflamingo's smile froze for a moment before returning to normal.

"No need," he said calmly. "This is our own business."

Torrepol nodded and asked no further questions.

Doflamingo returned to the sofa, picked up his wine glass again, but his expression had changed.

The Donquixote Family has indeed made a lot of money by cooperating with the Roy Pirates in the past two years.

Funds, weapons, and Devil Fruits poured in continuously.

He used these resources to expand wildly in Beihai, and his power was several times greater than it had been two years ago.

The family cadres who underwent bloodline transplants experienced a dramatic increase in strength.

Even those little devils—Baby5, Buffalo, and Deringer—have grown up quite a bit.

Doflamingo felt that he no longer needed to be mindful of Roy's feelings.

But every time he thinks of the day of the Pure Gold incident, the oppressive aura Roy released in that instant, he can't help but feel a chill down his spine.

"Fufufufu..." He chuckled softly, suppressing his unease.

We must obtain the results of this surgery.

No matter the cost.