Chapter 73

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Chapter 73: North Blue, Only Black and White

What is the most important aspect of raising a wild wolf? Is it to fuel its hatred for Celestial Dragons and the World Government or to quench its thirst for blood? Perhaps it's to let it kill at will and maintain its ferocity? Or is it to provide a clear enough target to train its hunting skills? All those are important, yet they are not everything. The most important aspect of raising a wild wolf is to completely dominate and constantly torture it so that a sense of submission becomes deeply engraved in its brain, turning into a habit and an instinct. It must always remember who its true owner is.

Darren smiled with satisfaction as he watched the young Celestial Dragons bow and kiss the back of his hand. "Very well, you truly deserve to be my godson." He affectionately stroked Doflamingo's short blond hair, helped him to his feet, and led him by the hand out of the blood-stained rotunda.

Outside the old villa, the menacing Donquixote Family stood frozen in shock, witnessing their arrogant and rebellious young master being gently guided by the black-haired Marine like a child. 

"Joker, is this your subordinate?" inquired Darren with a casual smile, glancing at the thousand Mafia members present.

Doflamingo bowed his head and replied, "Yes, Godfather."

"Very good, they are considered elite in North Blue. But there is a small issue..." Darren said.

"Godfather, what do you mean?" Doflamingo murmured.

A sneer formed on the corner of Darren's mouth. "You are my godson, a born king. Remember one thing..." His gaze became icy. "Aside from me, everyone who sees you must bow down!"

Suddenly, a majestic aura erupted from Darren's body, filling the area in all directions. The world seemed to pause in dead silence, colors fading away until only black and white remained. A powerful wind swept through the clouds.

Impacted by this abyss-like force, members of the Donquixote Family, including Torrebol, Diamanti, Virgo, and Pica, felt their pupils shake violently. The strength drained from their bodies, their minds blank, and their knees buckled as they knelt to the ground, overwhelmed.

The clinking of countless weapons being dropped resounded, clattering on the ground like a heavy rain. The four leaders, pale-faced and gritting their teeth, knelt on one knee. They stared at the fierce North Blue admiral with horror and disbelief. They sensed that the courage emanating from him had grown significantly stronger since their last encounter.

In this world-shifting moment, only two people remained standing - Doflamingo, who was by Darren's side, clenched his teeth, bloodshot eyes filled with unsteady emotions, barely suppressing something within. His inner Conqueror's Haki was stirring but was clearly suppressed.

"Joker, I'll be waiting for you on the Grand Line," Darren said, turning his head to look at his godson with a smile. His immaculate white cloak billowed unrestrained behind him, its shadow enveloping the figure of the blond boy.

Doflamingo lowered his head, his eyes hiding suppressed ambition and coldness. "Understood, Godfather," he said respectfully.

"Yes, Godfather."

In September 1492, under the order of North Blue Admiral Rogers Darren, the supreme officer of the North Blue Marines, the fleet carried out a bloody suppression and purge of over 20 well-known mafia families within the North Blue. This action ended decades, even centuries, of chaos within the North Blue underground.

Within a week after the operation, the Donquixote Family, led by Doflamingo, took control of the entire North Blue underground world. Their power kept expanding and developed into a formidable force. Their industries spanned from arms smuggling and customs to gaming, espionage, and intelligence trafficking. They even extended their influence to other seas and the Grand Line.

A saying began to circulate in North Blue: "The world is full of colors, but in North Blue, there is only black and white." From that point on, the "Chaos of North Blue" was recognized by the world, and a stable and peaceful order was established.

Flying Squirrel was in the office of the base chief of Branch 321 of the North Blue Marines, looking helplessly at his boss. Sitting leisurely and smoking a cigar, the boss was giving Flying Squirrel a headache.

The intelligence documents that Flying Squirrel had revealed news of the Donquixote Family's recent annexation of major mafia properties. The documents listed detailed information about the scale of industries, the number of people involved, and the countries and towns affected.

"He wouldn't dare," Darren replied casually, gazing through the floor-to-ceiling glass at the sea beyond.

"Are you sure? That kid doesn't seem to play by the rules," Flying Squirrel frowned.

Darren, coming back to his senses, smiled at Flying Squirrel and said, "It's precisely because he won't keep to himself that I am at ease. Dangerous enemies often hide their conspiracies. Doflamingo is talented and necessary to stabilize the situation in North Blue. The greater his power, the more beneficial it is for us. With his status as a Celestial Dragon, the Naval Headquarters, and even the World Government, will hesitate to interfere with North Blue's affairs."

"I understand this, but I have seen how he looks at you... I am worried about what will happen after you leave North Blue," muttered Flying Squirrel.

Darren interrupted him with a seemingly unrelated question, "Do you know what a king's spirit is? It's said to be something birthed by millions of people... Conqueror's Haki?"

"That's correct," Darren smiled, revealing a deeper meaning in his eyes. "Doflamingo has awakened Conqueror's Haki, which is why I chose him. In this ocean, what truly determines the outcome is not strength or speed, but courage. As long as my Conqueror's Haki is stronger than his, he will never dare to rebel against me."