One Piece's Strongest Villain

"As you wish!"

Doflamingo's face flushed, the color deep and mottled like a bruised fruit. Though his pride seethed inwardly, the oppressive aura of Uchiha Madara loomed like a tempest, reducing his bravado to trembling timidity.

"Bring the box," he barked.

With a nervous gesture, Trebol stepped forward, lugging a black chest in his arms.

Swish!

Doflamingo snatched the box, tossing it sharply through the air. It arced neatly before landing in Leon's waiting hands.

"Doflamingo," Leon said, his voice dripping with mockery as he opened the chest. Inside lay five Devil Fruits, their swirling patterns glinting faintly in the light. A satisfied smile tugged at his lips. "I feel your sincerity."

Doflamingo's face darkened, but his voice betrayed none of his anger. "Now that you have the fruits… can you hand over Diamante?"

Leon glanced at the trembling figure slumped at his feet. "He's worthless to me now."

With a careless flick, Leon hurled Diamante's unconscious body across the ground. He landed with a thud, crumpling into the dirt like discarded refuse. If he had been awake, he would have screamed.

"Hmph!"

Doflamingo's lips curled into a snarl as he watched his fallen subordinate, but the simmering rage in his chest stayed caged. Facing Leon, under Madara's shadow, his fury felt like an ember beside an inferno.

Leon's sneer deepened. "What's the matter? Regretting the deal already?"

In the cutthroat world of the underground black market, a completed trade meant nothing until both parties left alive. Murder, theft, and betrayal were common currency—especially for someone like Doflamingo, a man whose reputation was built on cunning and blood.

But today, the balance of power was far from in his favor.

Leon adjusted his glasses, the lenses catching the dim light as he straightened. When his gaze lifted again, his eyes burned with a haunting intensity.

Swish.

The dark tomoe of his Sharingan spun in each pupil, their hypnotic power spiraling into life. A crimson sheen painted the whites of his eyes, and his stare became a vortex of terror.

Even Doflamingo, a man hardened by countless battles and betrayals, felt his composure waver. It was as though those eyes peered into the very marrow of his soul.

"What… are those eyes?" he muttered, his usual cockiness smothered by dread. For the first time in years, doubt clawed at his confidence.

His subordinates fared no better. Trebol and the others stood frozen, unable to meet Leon's gaze. Fear dripped from them like sweat, their terror all but palpable.

Doflamingo forced out a raspy laugh. "Fufufu… Leon, you're truly terrifying." He straightened his posture, his signature grin spreading wide. Even in fear, he clung to his pride like a lifeline. "But I'll remember this."

Leon's voice came like frost on steel. "Leave this island. Now."

The warning struck like a blade. Doflamingo felt the sting of humiliation in every syllable, his face turning an ashen gray. Still, with no other option, he gave a curt nod. "This isn't over. We'll meet again."

Leon shrugged, unbothered. "I look forward to it."

As the Donquixote Family retreated to their ship, their disgrace was evident in their slumped shoulders and hushed whispers. It was the first time in years they had been so thoroughly humiliated in the North Blue.

"Bara," Leon said, glancing at Madara. "Thanks to your presence, this went smoothly."

Madara, his crimson armor gleaming in the sun, barely spared him a glance. "It was nothing." His words were cold and clipped, his demeanor as detached as ever. Madara preferred to speak through action, and his silence carried more weight than any boast could.

Leon smirked, lifting the black chest containing the five Devil Fruits. "Just four more, and I'll summon my next partner."

His thoughts raced to the one he had already chosen.

Aizen Sosuke.

The name alone carried an air of inevitability. Aizen was more than just a powerful figure—he was a master manipulator, a man who could weave chaos with a single smile. With his cunning mind and peerless strength, Aizen would be the perfect ally to join his growing cadre of villainous titans.

The thought of Aizen and Madara together sent a ripple of anticipation through Leon. With those two at his side, even the Grand Line would tremble.

Meanwhile, at Marine Headquarters, Marineford...

In the Marshal's office, Fleet Admiral Kymboldt Sora sifted through stacks of reports, a cigar clamped between his teeth. The tension in the room was suffocating, but he remained calm, his presence an anchor in the chaos of the world.

A knock at the door interrupted his thoughts.

"Enter."

The door creaked open, and a man stepped through. His helmet bore the twin-headed dragon emblem, his expression as sharp and cold as the rapiers at his waist. Vice Admiral Ghost Spider.

"Ghost Spider," Sora said, his voice heavy with authority. "You've been briefed, I trust?"

The Vice Admiral nodded curtly. "The mission is clear. In the North Blue, I am to apprehend the murderer of Captain Simmons."

Sora leaned back in his chair, exhaling a puff of smoke. His gaze hardened. "Good. Leave immediately. Bring me results."

Ghost Spider's lips curled into a cruel smile. "I always do."

His words carried the bite of absolute certainty. Any who dared to defy the Navy's justice would meet his blade.

"No criminal escapes me."

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