Simultaneous Transmigration: Why is it all One Piece world?

Yamato blinked. "Should we just attack?"

"No need for any plan?" Dix asked immediately.

"No need," Nock shook his head.

Ace paused, taken aback. "Didn't you just say you wanted a plan? What 'how to do it, where to start, and how to escape afterward'?"

"That's for dealing with the Admirals and the Four Emperors later," Nock said matter-of-factly. "Dealing with little Ming is nothing."

He counted on his fingers and said modestly:

"You and Yamato are two major fighting forces, and I'm also quite capable. What about Doflamingo's side? He himself, plus the top executives, plus a group of executives, sounds like a lot of people, but Doflamingo is the only one who can really fight."

"With a dragon charging in, how can we lose?"

There was a moment of silence in the cabin.

Ace seemed to be deep in thought.

"You're so calculating when it comes to fighting."

"Fighting doesn't count, but winning does," Nock said. "You caused a ruckus on Onigashima all by yourself before, but that was because Kaido wasn't there. Otherwise, you would have been taught a lesson by his big stick long ago."

Yamato nodded in deep agreement.

Ace paused for a moment, then touched his nose.

"Okay, we'll do it your way."

He raised his glass.

"Drink this, then we'll beat someone up when we get ashore."

Yamato was the first to raise his glass. "Cheers!"

Everyone raised their glasses.

The wine glasses clinked together, spilling wine that glistened in the morning light.

Nock gulped down his drink and looked out the window.

The coastline of Dressrosa drew ever closer. Sunlight shone on the red rooftops, the white walls, and the ships moored in the harbor.

A scene of peace and tranquility.

But who could have imagined that so many tears were hidden beneath this tranquility?

He put down the cup.

"Guys, get ready for some chaos!"

...

Dressrosa, Royal Palace Hills.

Sunlight streamed through stained glass windows, casting dappled patterns on the smooth marble floor. A faint scent of roses filled the air, and the distant sound of cheerful music drifted from the town.

Everything was like a painting, a painting that had been carefully painted.

Deep within the royal palace.

Torrepol stood in the shadows of the hall, his sticky body half-hidden in the darkness, his gaze fixed on the man sitting in the main seat with his legs crossed.

A pink feather coat, and a floral shirt with the collar open.

It was Donquixote Doflamingo, a former Celestial Dragon, the current King of Dressrosa, one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, Kaido's partner, and a middleman in the underworld.

There was another person sitting opposite him.

He was tall and exuded a violent aura.

The mask covered the lower half of his face, revealing only a pair of bloodshot eyes. He sat there like a volcano, ready to erupt at any moment.

It's Jack.

At this time, he was not yet the leader of all the beasts, but his reckless madness could no longer be hidden.

"Brother Kaido is very unhappy." Jack's voice sounded very irritable. "That brat from the Spade Pirates defeated Hanafuda, caused chaos on Onigashima, and kidnapped Yamato. Brother Kaido wants to find him."

Jack didn't mention that Ghost Island's wealth had been completely looted, because that would be too shameful, nor did he mention that Quinn's research had been stolen, because that wasn't important.

It doesn't matter to Jack, at least.

Doflamingo, legs crossed, maintained his smile perfectly. "So?"

“We know your intelligence network is very efficient,” Jack stared at him, “so Kaido wants you to find that Fire Fist.”

Doflamingo tilted his head, looked at Jack for a while, and then grinned and said, "Fuck...Fuck...Fuck...Alright, since he's someone Kaido wants, I'll keep an eye on him. But..." He held up one finger, "Kaido owes me one."

Jack stared at him with red eyes, about to speak, when the Den Den Mushi in Torebour's hand suddenly made a "PuruPuru" sound.

Torrepol glanced down, his thick snot almost dripping onto the receiver. He sniffled and answered the call.

"Young Master! The coast guard has reported that they have spotted a suspicious vessel that is ignoring our warnings and is approaching Dressrosa. The Spade Pirates' skull and crossbones emblem is flying on its bow."

"The Spade Pirates?"

Doflamingo put down his glass, veins bulging on his forehead. "Interesting."

Do they really think the Don Quixote family is easy to mess with?

Torrepol immediately understood and dialed another Den Den Mushi. "Hey~ Hey~ Buffalo, baby-5!"

"We've got work to do. The Spade Pirates swaggered onto the kingdom's coast, completely disregarding us." He sniffled. "The young master said you should go scout ahead first, without alerting them, and see what they're up to."

A kind, honest voice and a clear, bright female voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Work again... but this time it's the young master's order, so there's no way around it."

"You need me, don't you, Lord Torebolo? I guarantee I'll complete the mission!"

After hanging up the phone, Trebol turned to look at Doflamingo.

"Young Master, everything has been arranged."

Doflamingo ignored him, his gaze fixed on Jack, the raging giant who had already stood up, radiating an irrepressible killing intent.

"Since the Spade Pirates have delivered themselves to our doorstep, let's just chop them up!"

Doflamingo crossed his legs, his smile unchanged, but a vein throbbed on his forehead.

"Jack, this is my territory."

Jack stopped and stared at him menacingly.

"so what?"

"So..." Doflamingo slowly stood up, his pink feather coat fluttering slightly, "On my turf, how things are done is up to me."

But Jack completely ignored him.

"Who do you think I am? Who do you think you are? Do you expect me to listen to you?"

After saying that, Jack left immediately, and the veins on Doflamingo's forehead bulged even more.

Anger mixed with a subtle hint of domineering arrogance was uncontrollably emanating from him.

Torrepol sniffed.

"Young Master, what should we do now?"

Doflamingo exhaled a breath of hot air and said, "Get ready for battle. Also, bring Viola here."

"Yes."

...

Viola woke up from her dream.

The crystal chandelier on the ceiling reflected the morning light, casting tiny spots of light into her pupils. She stared at those spots for a while, then slowly sat up, hugged herself, and closed her eyes.

Her full breasts pressed against her plump thighs, the silk quilt slipped from her shoulders, revealing large expanses of wheat-colored skin. Her body was beautifully and firmly sculpted, and the morning light outlined the wild undulations of her collarbones, shoulder blades, wasp waist, and peach-shaped buttocks.

Every time she woke up, she wished that reality was just a dream.

But a moment later.

When Viola opened her eyes again, there was no softness left. She threw back the covers, stepped barefoot onto the cold marble floor, and walked step by step toward the dressing table.

A cold and aloof woman was reflected in the mirror.