Chapter 75: Victory

"No wonder it's called a demon blade,"

As the third generation Sanji Yakumo came into his hands, black demon aura coiled around Rosinante's arm, carrying an aura of coldness, slaughter, and death. It attempted to "assimilate" Rosinante, permeating him.

Once the mind was influenced by this "demon aura," the fallen cold black-suited operative would be the best outcome.

—Becoming a "slave" to the third generation Sanji Yakumo.

"Behave yourself!"

The newly stimulated mental power surged into the third generation Sanji Yakumo in Rosinante's hands, pushing the black demon aura back onto the blade. Rosinante swung the katana with satisfaction.

Although this weapon was slightly larger for the present-day Rosinante, it wouldn't be long before the rapidly developing Rosinante could use it with ease.

"Rosinante, this blade—"

As Doflamingo walked by, he furrowed his brow. Though he didn't possess Observation Haki, even someone who didn't understand weapons could instinctively tell that the third generation Sanji Yakumo, entwined in black aura, wasn't something good.

"The feeling I get from it is like a dog."

An untrained dog!

"This is the demon blade: the third generation Sanji Yakumo."

Wiping away a smear of blood from his face, Rosinante slung the third generation Sanji Yakumo over his shoulder.

At the same time, Jola kept blinking in and out of existence, receiving family members who had been sent to other battlefields.

"Demon blade?"

Totally unscathed, Trafalgar Law, who was just about to "tag along," was startled by the cold katana in Rosinante's hand.

"I mean, seriously, seriously, just toss that thing away!"

"Don't think that something with 'demon blade' in its name is necessarily something weird,"

Shaking off the blood from his hand, Rosinante explained to the gradually appearing members of the Donquixote Family:

"True experts can infuse their Haki into their weapons, enhancing their sturdiness and sharpness."

"And so-called demon blades have the ability to actively absorb 'Haki' during their forging."

"If there's no Haki user, it will continuously absorb life force."

"Though this is a fatal crisis for ordinary people, for masters, it's a treasured blade that can grow alongside its owner."

"I see,"

After listening to Rosinante's explanation, everyone nodded in agreement.

The unknown brought about fear, and fear gave birth to various rumors.

Ordinary people only knew that swordsmen who wielded the third generation Sanji Yakumo would meet untimely deaths, not realizing it was because they lacked the strength to control the blade.

In this world, weapons were divided into three ranks: 'Supreme Great Blades,' 'Great Blades,' and 'Good Blades.'

(It didn't refer to just swords; many weapons like guns, spears, and knives fell into these categories.)

The third generation Sanji Yakumo didn't even qualify as a 'Good Blade,' yet it had accompanied Zoro all the way to the pinnacle of the world in the future, precisely due to its ability to actively absorb the holder's power to strengthen itself.

"Once I've developed Armament Haki, I'll turn this blade into a 'Supreme Great Blade'—"

As long as Armament Haki was strong enough, and enough time was spent refining it, theoretically anything could become a top-tier weapon! For example, the "Supreme Great Table" that Fleet Admiral Sengoku often smashed, or the "Supreme Great Door" that had been trampled on by all sorts of weapons...

"Let's go, it's over now."

With Jola's constant teleporting, everyone had gathered.

Doflamingo waved his hand and prepared to lead the group to depart from the cracked rift.

"Halt... stop..."

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"You're not dead?"

Rosinante turned around and saw the CP3 operative getting up from the ground.

Yes, although Rosinante had tapped into his psychic power due to being stimulated by the third generation Sanji Yakumo, the impact of the mind could suppress the demon blade and stun the high-ranking operative, but it wasn't enough to kill him.

"Hehe, ahahaha~~"

Having first been drained of a significant amount of blood by the third generation Sanji Yakumo and then subjected to Rosinante's psychic impact at close range, the high-ranking operative was already bleeding from all seven orifices, completely drained.

Meanwhile, the Donquixote Family members had only suffered external injuries.

In such dire circumstances, he was actually laughing maniacally.

"Let me tell you all, this place has already been rigged with a large amount of explosives."

"Even if you win, don't expect to survive!"

What?!

Before Rosinante and the others could react, the black-suited operative pulled out a detonator, looked up at the ceiling, and wore a face of deathly resolve.

"Rozvad Saint,"

"Mr. Spandam,"

"My mission is complete—"

With a sudden press!

One second,

Two seconds,

...

Ten seconds,

In the instant the other guy took out the detonator, Doflamingo released a massive amount of strings, Jola manifested her cape, Rosinante activated his Observation Haki to the fullest! Everyone was on high alert, muscles tensed to brace for impact, but nothing happened.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, no collapse of the building. The hall remained as quiet as a chicken, leaving the bewildered people staring at the red-faced black-suited operative.

What's going on—

Hmm, what's this?

In Rosinante's Observation Haki, there was a person approaching at high speed.

The direction was: from the ground.

"What's happening? Why isn't it exploding?!"

"Because,"

Just as the black-suited operative frantically pressed the detonator, a figure emerged from the shattered floor of the hall.

"I've disarmed the bombs."

The suit was riddled with wounds, his short black hair matted with blood. He had a flowery scarf tied around his neck, now repurposed as a makeshift bandage on his thigh.

This injured young man was none other than Seniole Pick!

"You... you..."

Even the final "take you down with me" measure had been thwarted. The high-ranking operative stared with a face full of unwillingness, raising a shaky hand to point at Pick.

"Hehehe, fate truly is on our side."

Approaching the high-ranking operative, Doflamingo pulled out a flintlock, taking aim at his head.

"Hold on, I'm a CP—"

Bang!

Without giving the other any time for nonsense, a shot rang out, ending the operative's life. Doflamingo turned around and pushed up his sunglasses.

"The 'party' is over, let's go home!"

As everyone followed Doflamingo in leaping out of the building's rift, Rosinante walked over to the injured Pick and waved at him.

"Come on, leave with us."

"I..."

Pick's "Swim-Swim Fruit" allowed him to move freely within the mayor's mansion turned Rubik's cube.

Knowing the personality of his cold, black-suited superior, after the battle erupted, he swiftly searched other areas. Sure enough, he found a room stacked with explosives, guarded by operatives groomed by the cold, black-suited operative. Whether in loyalty or strength, they were very capable. After a considerable struggle, Pick managed to eliminate them.

"All right,"

Although the "Swim-Swim Fruit" was exceptionally adept at assassination and escape, its direct combat capability wasn't significantly boosted.

Pick did indeed need a safe place to recover and, incidentally, he had some questions for Jola.

"Someone is coming out,"

In a small house far from the estate, the captain of the Spade Pirates, Blackbeard, subconsciously took a step forward. Seeing Rosinante and the others leaping out from the building that had transformed into a giant Rubik's cube, he felt both incredulous and as if it was only natural.

"The Donquixote Family has won."

Hearing his report, the mayor, with his hands behind his back and gaze somewhere unseen, let out a slow sigh.

"Heroes emerge from the young,"

"After this failure, CP operatives should lay low for the time being."

"And we can openly refuse their demands, not getting involved in this conflict any further."

While the CP organization, which was under the World Government, was certainly intimidating, local kingdoms weren't pushovers. Facing CP3's demands this time, Dressrosa allowed them to operate, to enter and exit as they pleased.

But if there was a next time, sorry.

Our local kingdom has limited resources and can't withstand the turmoil; it's better to inform the Marines and have them send in experts...

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When it comes to dealing with pirates, CP naturally seeks assistance from the Marines.

However, if it's just to please the Celestial Dragons, to conspire and subvert allied nations, and to attack legitimate merchants—it's then that the higher-ups in the Marines won't let CP off the hook.

"As long as stability is maintained, that's enough."

That's the stance of the Spade Mareuz Town.

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The mayor's estate had transformed into a static structure, as if it had been sliced apart, then reassembled into a massive Rubik's cube.

The "Magician" Feld, an ability user, had already left. His power not only worked on others but on himself as well. He had made his escape using the rotating and moving abilities of the Rubik's cube.

As for the other guests who had attended the ball, they had long been moved to the front gate and scattered in all directions.

Even the carriages had been stolen!

So, Rosinante and the others had no choice but to walk back.

Bloodstains covered their bodies, their clothes in tatters, and their unhidden killing intent followed them as they walked. People on the street practically fled at the sight of the varied group of people, tall and short.

"I'm sorry, I've caused trouble for everyone."

While walking, Jola lowered her head apologetically to the others.

"I thought CP3 might resort to poisoning and assassination at most. I didn't expect them to be this crazy..."

With Jola's fruit ability, she could naturally defend against more conventional methods. However, she was powerless against tactics like using her fruit ability to divide and then surround the group in a formation.

If it weren't for the fact that the members of the Donquixote Family were strong enough, casualties might have occurred, or even a complete defeat.

"Hahaha, mere CP."

Doflamingo laughed casually, and Rosinante shrugged.

"That's right, it's just a few 'ordinary' operatives. There's no need to talk about being 'burdened' by them. Because—"

"By joining the Donquixote Family, it's you who are burdened."

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