Chapter 71: Cubic Fruit

"Good day, Mr. Doflamingo."

"Members of the Don Quixote family, please—"

Upon entering the hall, graceful gentlemen and elegant ladies greeted the group with delicate smiles, raising their glasses in a toast, nodding and bowing, seemingly ignoring the weapons on Rosinante and the others.

It had to be said that as long as these "big shots" weren't facing life-threatening situations, they could maintain their "dignity."

Rosinante casually scanned the room and noticed quite a few figures that had stormed into the "Don Quixote Family Ship" just a month ago.

In life and death, true colors are revealed.

Well, he hoped that they could continue to maintain their composure in a while.

Facing the Don Quixote family, who possessed formidable strength and didn't hesitate to use violence, there was no spoiled second generation popping up to ask for trouble. They tacitly yielded the central position in the hall to Rosinante and his group.

In fact, even the lofty "Celestial Dragons" didn't dare to act arrogantly in front of high-ranking Navy admirals!

The Celestial Dragons had the Five Elders above them. Unlike the common Celestial Dragons who deliberately behaved like pigs, the Five Elders were well aware of the combat power of admiral-level individuals.

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Without disturbing the "deities" among the Celestial Dragons, even the Five Elders, at most, exchanged verbal jabs with high-ranking Navy officials!

"Don't concern yourselves with these people," Rosinante couldn't care less about the aloofness of the surrounding "upper society" individuals.

"Everything we have is built upon power. As long as we hold onto our power, they will 'respect' us."

"Wait, Pica."

Jola, standing beside Rosinante, stopped Pica from grabbing food, and then she extended her hand to the nearby banquet table filled with food and wine, giving it a swipe.

Swoosh,

A red and white striped tablecloth appeared in Jola's hand. As she covered the banquet table with the cloth, the food and wine on the table disappeared as if by magic. Then:

"Little table, let's start the meal."

With Jola activating her ability, the tablecloth materialized with the previous food and wine.

It might seem unnecessary, but the food and drink engulfed and expelled by Jola's "Art Art Fruit" had already been thoroughly purified.

The self-generating food table comes from Grimms' Fairy Tales — "The Table, the Ass, and the Stick."

Although Jola's "Art Art Fruit" couldn't achieve the same effect as Charlotte Linlin's Vice-Captain's "Long Bread," which turned all matter into food, she only needed to make the food free from toxins.

"That's good," as Jola finished her "disinfection," the large-framed Pica used his five fingers to grab a roast suckling pig and stuffed it into his mouth as if it were a small piece of bread.

Crunch, crunch,

The crisp sound of bone crunching echoed, causing the genteel expressions of the surrounding gentlemen and ladies to tense up.

This burly man(?) indeed didn't leave any meat on the bones while eating.

If he went berserk...

"Hmph, it's not that simple after all."

Rosinante's gaze shifted, and he noticed a waiter who was pouring wine for guests emitting a disgruntled vibe.

A CP3 agent.

Not just the waiter, but the elegant guests raising their glasses, the pianist playing with closed eyes... the area was filled with CP3 agents. But the number was...

Too few!

With just a dozen people, they wanted to take down the Don Quixote family?

The entire Don Quixote family was present, CP3 agents lurked around, and a major battle was on the verge of breaking out!

As for the host of the ball, the mayor of Spadadmairuz had yet to appear, but no one seemed to care about that.

Clap, clap, clap, clap,

Just at that moment, a rhythmic applause sounded.

On the opposite side of Rosinante and the others, a setup resembling a small stage had been erected, and a middle-aged man who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere was slowly applauding.

"Very splendid magic,"

With his tall black top hat, black tailcoat, white gloves, and cane, along with his neatly trimmed beard, the middle-aged man's handsome and slightly weathered face had a fatal allure for naive young girls.

Unfortunately, Rosinante and the others were all young boys, and Jola had been a queen who ruled over a country; they wouldn't be swayed by his charm.

"This isn't magic; it's a Devil Fruit ability."

Faced with Jola's straightforward explanation, the man dressed as a magician nodded.

"To so openly acknowledge oneself as a user of abilities, it seems you must have had quite a good life before."

Casually scanning the room, Feld, the "magician" who knew the situation from CP3, sighed inwardly. A family composed of users of abilities was truly enviable.

Recalling the past, when he was a child who accidentally ate a Devil Fruit, he was condemned by the villagers as a "warlock."

Droughts, floods, deaths among villagers, even stumbling children from other families... all these misfortunes were attributed to this "warlock."

If it hadn't been for his parents' fierce protection, young Feld might have been beaten to death!

Because of this, even in adulthood, he had grown accustomed to concealing his status as an ability user behind the identity of a magician.

"Apologies, members of the Don Quixote family."

If possible, he didn't want to oppose this family composed of ability users. But—

A nearby guest silently approached, extending a half-blackened barrel from his sleeve. Feld could only sigh, placing his hands in front of him and forming ten finger-guns from a distance.

"Cube·Chaos Space!"

With the magician's palms virtually gripping, the entire hall immediately began to spin.

Simultaneously, the people and objects in the hall were flung and then vanished into thin air, as if they had been transported to another space!

Superhuman Type·Cubic Fruit

This was the name of the Devil Fruit that Feld had consumed.

He could rotate buildings, warships, and even the natural environment like a "cube" and transport the living beings within the radius into different spaces of the cube.

(Note: Bondi Valdo, a subordinate of the "World Destroyer" Bondi Valdo, who ate the "Cubism Fruit," is capable of turning any object, including air and even living organisms, into cubes, moving them, and stacking them.)

Simultaneously, if observed from the outside, the vast mayor's estate was suddenly "torn open" by straight fissures, and the entire building began to rotate and reconfigure in mid-air, appearing both eerie and awe-inspiring.

"It's begun,"

In a small, inconspicuous house in the distance from the estate, a small-bearded captain stood respectfully, while the mayor stood with his hands behind his back, calmly observing his estate transforming into a massive cube through the window.

No matter who the victor walking out from within would be, as long as the continued dominance of Spadadmairuz could be maintained.

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Clap,

As the entire hall spun and Rosinante, who had been "thrown away," landed back on the ground, he realized that all the guests in the hall and the other members of the Don Quixote family had disappeared, replaced by a large group of men in black suits wielding weapons!

This is... some sort of spatial Devil Fruit ability?

Did everyone get separated? Tsk, it's a bit unexpected.

"Hahaha, no need to look anymore."

"You and your family members have fallen into our trap!"

A man in a white mask, wearing a black suit, stepped forward. He was clearly the leader among these CP agents.

"I heard that with the power of your Devil Fruit ability, you could even exchange a few moves with 'White Dragon' Bartholomew Kuma..."

"So, let us 'entertain' you."

Meanwhile, another cold-looking man in a black suit also approached.

Even without Rosinante using his Color of Observation Haki, he could tell that these two were skilled individuals.

"Once our subordinates capture the others, when we face the captured family members, will you beg for mercy on your knees, or—"

"Mwahahaha!

!"

A burst of laughter interrupted the masked man's attempt at psychological manipulation. As if hearing a joke, Rosinante waved his hand and burst into laughter before his expression quickly shifted.

"Instead of worrying about my companions, you should worry about your colleagues."

"Thinking you can deal with others with these small fry—what do you take the 'Don Quixote Family' for?"

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"Daring to insult members of CP3, how audacious!"

Although the man in the white mask and black suit spoke boldly, he couldn't help feeling nervous.

In their plan, they intended to separate Rosinante Sundi, the strongest, first. Then, they would take down the other family members one by one and subsequently use the hostages to force Rosinante into submission.

But now, seeing the confident expression on the other side, could it be that those few individuals were all skilled fighters?

Impossible, impossible...

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"Tsk, some kind of Devil Fruit ability?"

Equally separated by the 'Cubic Fruit,' Doflamingo fell into a spacious room, surrounded by a group of black-suited agents along with several soldiers.

"CP3 people, just this many?"

Faced with Doflamingo's disdainful words, the lead black-suited agents sneered repeatedly.

"To deal with you, we're more than enough!"

"The strongest person in your family has already been personally subdued by our superior."

"Surrender, and you might—?!"

Haki,

The terrifying Conqueror's Haki!

An aura brimming with indifference, ruthlessness, and destruction surged forth in a menacing crimson, causing the large group of soldiers to be seized by fear. It was as if an invisible sledgehammer had struck their souls, causing their eyes to roll white as they collapsed on the spot.

The few leading black-suited agents also knelt in the face of this Haki's impact, tears and snot streaming down their faces. Their trousers dampened as they lost their senses, almost wanting to pass out on the spot.

Before this Conqueror's Haki, all the willpower, determination, and emotions cultivated through training appeared extremely fragile.

Unless one could manifest Armament Haki, it was challenging to withstand this kind of soul-shaking impact!

"Fufufu, it seems I've been underestimated."

Doflamingo's forehead bulged with throbbing veins as he advanced step by step. However, the group of black-suited agents couldn't even raise their hands in resistance.

"Of course, Rosinante is powerful, but to treat me as a 'weakling'?"

Through continuous deliberate practice, Doflamingo had gradually mastered the essence of Conqueror's Haki. Not only could he easily release and retract it, but he could also control its targets—

He intentionally caused the regular soldiers to faint while keeping the insolent black-suited agents conscious.

"Use your lives to wash away this shame,"

With a sweep of Doflamingo's hands, the black-suited agents, whose eyes were streaming with tears and snot, suddenly stopped trembling.

The next moment, they moved like puppets, their joints rigidly twitching as they stood up.

"Until I say 'good,' even if you turn into corpses, you'll keep moving for me."

With that, Doflamingo snapped his fingers, and the black-suited agents under his control immediately aimed their weapons at the surrounding buildings. Some tightly squeezed triggers, while others swung their blades at the walls.

"Puppet Strings!"

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