Tracing the source begins with One Piece

"sit"

When Tezzolo led Don Quixote and his party to the imperial residence on the top floor of the Golden King Hotel, Moria was already sitting in the lobby waiting for them.

The first time Doflamingo and his party stepped into the hall, what inexplicably caught their attention was a pair of purple eyes inlaid with scarlet magatama and rippling circles.

Mysterious, mysterious, beautiful...

Let the group of them sink instantly.

For a moment, Doflamingo was inexplicably relieved of the anger he had accumulated along the way, and he became missing and forgot something.

Maybe it was a moment, maybe it was a long time.

When they broke free and came back to their senses, when they looked carefully again in confusion, they found that the man opposite had no noble purple eyes.

Black pupils, pure whites, nothing out of the ordinary.

If there is anything special, it is that the sunlight filtering in from the skylight makes the luxurious gold-toned hall and its graceful golden color feel particularly warm.

And that person seemed to be the center of the world, looking at them happily and calmly.

"Doflamingo, sit down"

Brother Ming frowned. He felt something was wrong. Something was really wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong. Thin lines that were thinner than hair and invisible to the naked eye had spread like a spider web to his fingers. around.

Were those magatama purple eyes just now really an illusion?

No, is it an unknown Devil Fruit user hiding next to them?

Impossible, the thin line feedback that everyone present was under his nose.

Damn, there must be something wrong!

Doflamingo, who has tempered the three-color Haki to the current level of strength, even if the three-color Haki has not been further awakened, his mental will is as sensitive as animal instinct.

Brother Ming stared intently at the man sitting on the soft sofa in front of him, with an ordinary figure and two horns on his head that became like a star sea demon due to the chakra fruit.

Familiar yet unfamiliar.

It was indescribably weird, as if it was completely different from what I saw in Malinfando.

Not appearance, not body and mind.

If I must say it, it is like an iceberg floating on the sea before. Although it is hidden, it can still be predicted that there is more ice under the water.

But now it's empty.

Yes, empty, like the atmosphere, like the sky.

Very ordinary, very great.

You can see it, but you can't touch it.

What Moria now gives him is this boundless perception of the void.

A strange feeling of powerlessness.

Brother Ming felt like his head was all muddled, he couldn't think clearly, he couldn't explain clearly, and his body felt as if he was about to collapse.

"咈咈咈咈咈~~~"

He smiled.

Because the thought of retreating suddenly appeared in his heart.

He didn't know what awe was, but he didn't dare to step forward.

ridiculous!

He regarded himself as a born king and laughed to himself.

Then,……

He took eight long strides and walked to the sofa, blocking the sunlight from the skylight and looking down at the man shrouded in his shadow.

"Moonlight Moria,..."

He extended his hand as if for a ceremonial handshake.

So, Moria also smiled and greeted him with his hands, "Doflamingo, joy...".

only,……

"Got you"

Spider Nest·Mummy! ! !

The way to deal with fear is to destroy the source.

The moment the two hands touched, no one expected that Brother Ming would actually take action.

Countless thin threads appeared in his hands, winding around Moriah like a spider web, and instantly tied him tightly, turning him into a silk cocoon like a chrysalis.

Brother Ming seemed to feel that it was not appropriate enough. After using the five-color thread to attack Moria's men and Tezzolo and others who came to protect the Lord, he shouted.

"granulated sugar!!!"

"Understood, young master!"

A toy wrapped in thin threads, like a mummy, appeared!

"Asshole, give my master back"

"Do you want to start a war?"

"Damn roast chicken, look at my dead hands"

"..."

The enraged Moria men, Tezzolo and others attacked Ming Ge, and Ming Ge's cadres also rushed forward to protect the owner. Suddenly, the top floor of the hotel also suffered damage and began to collapse.

Ming Ge, who felt that the dark clouds above his head were gone, was in a very happy mood. He opened his hands to the sky and laughed hysterically in the sunshine.

"咒咒咈~~~"

"咒咒咈~~~"

"咈咈咈咈咈~~~"

He didn't know why he was laughing.

But, just laugh.

He didn't know why he acted recklessly.

But, just do it.

"Moonlight Moria is nothing more than that"

"It turns out that Moria, who can compete with the Four Emperors, is just like this, poor and weak~~~咒咒~~"

"I must return to the Holy Land and take back everything that belongs to me..."

"Doflamingo, that doesn't belong to you," a voice and shadow suddenly appeared in front of him, "It's like the fruit of surgery, you are destined not to get it."

"what……"

Doflamingo took a step back involuntarily, because the person he saw turned out to be...

"Rosinandi? Rosinandi! Aren't you dead?"

"We...are not dead, we are all waiting for you, Doflamingo"

He was answered by two other figures, Don Quixote Huo Ming Ancient Sage and Sisley Palace.

"Mother!? Father??"

Doflamingo felt very ridiculous and shouted to Torebol and others who were in the melee.

"Hey, hey, Diamanti, is that really Rocinante?"

"Yes, that's the brother you killed with your own hands," Diamanti said with a weirdly twisted face, waving her flag-like cape.

Not only that, the melee also stopped, and everyone stared directly at him as he spoke.

"Yeah, and your stupid father."

"Hey hey hey, this is the price of freedom."

"Poor mother"

"Young Master, if you kill them again, it will be fine."

"King..."

"Shut up, shut up..." Doflamingo wanted to grab Diamanti's leader and yelled something, when the surroundings suddenly turned scarlet.

Hanging on a mottled wall was a little boy with a bandage on his head and an injured eye. He was dressed in ragged clothes and wearing sunglasses because of his injuries. There were countless people shouting and attacking underneath.

Those chaotic killing sounds reminded Doflamingo of the familiar smell - hatred and blood, causing long-lost traumatic cracks to emerge in the depths of his memory.

This caused his sanity to collapse directly. He just wanted to kill them all and bury this tragic and hateful past.

"You damn ants, white waves, holy bullets and divine slayings"

In Brother Ming's eyes, all that was left in his eyes were the people pierced by the huge white thread entangled by his domineering power, wailing ugly and crying incomprehensible words.

Little Lord?

Who is the young master?

You trash of the ocean!

Why don't you die!

……