[One Piece] Dionysus’ third-rate script

[Dionysus] adopted primitive communication methods. They used their own power to construct a piece of white paper, dipped their pens in goat's blood, and wrote down the message they wanted to convey on the paper, completely turning the paper into a piece of paper. Soaked in high-concentration wine, this part of the information will automatically be conveyed to all existing [Dionysos].

The prerequisite is that they must drink this cup of wine soaked in letter paper.

[Dionysus] It is reasonable for them not to get drunk after a thousand cups. They have been drinking wine at banquets since the day they were born. Their tolerance to alcohol is much higher than that of all other beings in the world.

Except wine mixed with blood.

Just add a drop of the blood of any animal, and this mediocre glass of wine will turn into a [Dionysian] ecstasy soup. They will lose their former nobility and reason, and like all humans under their protection, they will be immersed in the carnival of releasing primitive life desires.

Therefore, [Dionysus] will never use this method of communication in places that he does not trust. Exposing one's fatal weakness to humans is a breach of responsibility for the entire race.

"Goat's blood? What do you want that for?"

Listening to Doflamingo's obviously confused voice, Dini thought hard about how to word it.

"Contact my second brother."

In terms of human kinship, they all come from the same world consciousness and maintain a parallel relationship with each other. There is an order of age, just like "brothers and sisters" in human society.

"Why haven't I heard about you having a brother?"

If it weren't for this dream, you might never have the chance to hear about it in your life.

"We don't keep in touch often."

Doflamingo, who was lying on the sofa with his legs crossed, looked at Dini suspiciously. She had a calm smile on her face, so the man didn't ask any more questions. He just used the phone bug to notify the chef to send Dini a cup of goat's blood. Come up.

Dini picked a bottle of the most concentrated wine from Doflamingo's wine cabinet, looked up at him who was obviously very interested, shook the bottle in her hand and said to him: "Do you want to come and see it?"

"Fufufu, I am extremely happy."

Dini simply started writing the letter in Doflamingo's room. She dipped a quill in goat's blood and quickly scratched it on the letter paper, finishing what she wanted to say in just a few words.

She filled the goblet with wine and dipped the letter into it, ensuring that it could soak through the letter as much as possible.

Doflamingo held his pocket with one hand and looked at her with his head propped up.

Dini raised the cup and drank it all in one gulp. The letter paper in the cup clung to the wall of the cup, and the red writing on it was blurred and completely melted into the wine.

The high concentration of alcohol immediately invaded Dini's defenseless brain. The red wine mixed with the smell of blood entered her throat and continued to taste upward. For a moment, Dini felt like the world was spinning, and all the cells in her body were screaming excitedly. Her face turned red and her eyes became hazy.

Is she drunk? Doflamingo grinned. He had never seen her drunk before. What kind of power did this glass of wine have today that it could knock down the "Bacchus"?

The laughter was infinitely amplified in Dini's ears. She looked for the voice and looked over. After realizing who it was, she spoke slowly: "Didn't you ask me about the dream yesterday?"

He was so drunk that he could still speak fluently. The man joked with her: "Did you really dream about me?"

She smiled and shook her head: "It would be great if that were the case."

"I have been dreaming about being stabbed through the chest by a man every day."

"What did you say?"

The man who had been smiling playfully just now became serious. Dini's heart, which was still tightening violently due to fear even when she was drunk, felt much better after seeing his reaction. She continued with some self-deprecation: "Last night was the strongest time I felt that way. I thought I really died in my dream."

"You know, my dream is a future that will definitely happen. This is my ability."

She watched the man jump up from the sofa and walk towards her. There was no expression on his face at all. Dini couldn't guess what he was thinking. Her consciousness was getting further and further away. His movements seemed like Slowed down to a comic strip played frame by frame. Relying on her instinct, she helplessly confided to him as if asking for help: "There is no flaw in that man's movements. He is very dangerous. If I really die in his hands."

A shadow fell over her head.

Dini watched his face blur in her vision, and the words she wanted to say were choked in her throat.

What do I want to ask him? Ask him "Will you feel sorry for me?" or "Will you forget me?"

Deanie is feeling "terrified." She was afraid of death itself, and even more afraid of getting the answers to her questions.

This is the first time that the emotion of "fear" appears in [Dionysus]'s ethnic emotions.

Even when Sandai fell under the enemy's sword, he did not feel any fear. For them, death is just a method of iteration. At most, they will regret the lack of effects of the play before dying. In addition, the "death" that plagues all life in the world cannot be solved at all [Dio Nissos].

They are like this in each generation, dividing into the world, looking for protagonists to build dramas, replenishing energy for world consciousness, supporting the world until the next generation completes its mission, and then quietly waiting to dissipate.

They are like machines created by world consciousness, born for the task of constructing a play, sleeping on the day set by the creator, and never waking up again.

When Dini was young, she was proud of the specialness of her tribe. She had a longevity that was unmatched by humans, had the power they dreamed of, and had a grand and romantic mission. They are a God-given race, and they are the primates of all things that are more suitable than humans.

She is the freest being in the world. She can choose the protagonist according to her own preferences and control his destiny as she pleases. When this human life is over, she can return to the consciousness of the world and continue to be her master.

It wasn't until she met Doflamingo that Dini realized how ridiculously wrong she was.

The captive sheep proudly thought they were in the vastest pasture in the world. Only after meeting the wild wolves did they realize that there was a grassland called "freedom" outside.

He rejected his own arrogant gift, and Dini knew that he could live well even without [Carnival]. If you are bullied, you will retaliate. If you are betrayed, you will eradicate it. You must get what you like at all costs. If you hate something, just move your finger and make it disappear before your eyes. He lives according to his heart, and he is saying no to the fate that suppresses him. You want to catch me, a villain? I will destroy the world you created!

He is the freest and most special existence in the world. He is different from all human beings. He lives freely and unrestrainedly and grows wildly on the earth.

Compared to Doflamingo, Dini didn't know who she was. A marionette of world consciousness? A false god who is so mediocre that he is no different from any other existence? Or is she a boring woman who cares about herself?

Diamanti once asked her in private if she really didn't care about those Yingying Yanyans who were pestering Doflamingo? At that time, Dini disdained to compare herself as [Dionysus] with these ordinary humans. But being bound by the mission, I can only watch on, and I don't even understand what "love" is. What qualifications do I have to laugh at a human being who pursues Doflamingo from the bottom of his heart?

Those who want to build a play using the process of others resisting fate are actually willing to be locked in place by fate.

Inferiority, fear, these are the emotions she has experienced for the first time, and they are all emotions she got from this man. She has been troubled by the new changes in herself, and she wants to wait until she finds what she really wants, and then figure out her relationship with Doflamingo bit by bit.

But under the aggravation of alcohol and the threat of death, this matter was forced to be given the highest priority.

Dini thought hazily, will you be sad for me when I die? will you remember me?

Death means that Dini’s time to fight for her own value has come to an end, and it also means another thing that Dini can’t accept the most:

She would never see this most special human being again.

Ah, yes, if I die in the hands of that man, I will never have the chance to see Doflamingo again.

The man's hand touched her face, his fingertips scraped away the crystal tears under her eyes, and he stretched out his tongue to take a lick.

Her tears are salty like humans.

Only then did Dini realize that she was crying.

"If you are afraid of death, just stay by my side. Your life is mine. No one else has the right to interfere except me. This is what you promised."

"No."

The unexpected negative answer made the man furious. Seeing that she was still staring at him numbly with tears streaming down her face, Doflamingo smiled evilly in his throat and stretched out his hand to strangle her neck: "Fuck. Fufufufu, or I can give you a ride now. Instead of dying in the hands of another man, it is better for me to take your life with my own hands."

Dini didn't struggle when her neck was stuck. She still looked at Doflamingo in despair, letting his hand gradually tighten around her neck.

Doflamingo sensed that something was wrong with her mood, so the hand that was locking her throat changed to holding her chin and shaking it from side to side.

"What are you thinking about? Deanie."

After hearing her name, Dini finally had some reaction. Her tears flowed more fiercely, but it did not affect her beautiful face at all.

Self-possession, efficiency, and elegance engraved in the bones, this is Dini's external image. Although when facing Doflamingo, she will also show a coquettishness that is consistent with her appearance and age, but in most cases, Dini exudes an aura that is on par with him.

He had never seen Dini in such a state of complete inability to communicate. Even when she was being jointly attacked by the navy and rival gangs, Dini was also the calmest whistleblower in the family. Dini, who was obviously dominated by alcohol, had lost the ability to think rationally.

A sense of irritability swept through Doflamingo's brain. He didn't know how to coax a woman who cried endlessly after drinking too much, and that was under the premise that he was reluctant to kill her.

No matter what, she cannot be allowed to touch this kind of wine again.

When his patience was about to run out, he saw a ball of red plunge into his arms, and his chest was immediately wet with something. The person in his arms was holding on to the clothes behind him, like a drowning person. As hard as a floating floating board.

He heard her heart-wrenching cries.

"I don't want to never see you again, and I don't want to leave your side."

"How many years does he think it took me to find you among humans! Does he know how hard I worked to stay by your side? Why does he call me 'Dini'!"

"I don't want to die in the hands of that inexplicable man. I haven't found my meaning with you yet! Don't make the decision to erase my existence without authorization!"

Her emotions burst out under the catalysis of alcohol, gushing out like a bursting dam. All the grievances, unwillingness, and fears that were hidden under the cloak of reason were revealed at this moment, exposed in front of Doflamingo.

The man was frozen in place by her confession-like words, and he didn't know where to put his hands that were holding her head at first. There was still no expression on his face, but his hands kept shaking.

The woman in his arms was still scolding the man for his evil deeds.

"He also said that I looked very beautiful even when I was about to die. Hiccup, I don't mean to dress up for him to see. He can just hold his dream and cry. I will never let him get his wish!"

"Hey, Deanie, look at me."

Doflamingo forcefully lifted Dini's head from his arms, forcing her to look at him. The front of his shirt was completely soaked with tears, and his back was wrinkled from being held tightly. sharp.

He showed an extremely proud smile, not dissing Dini's tearful and embarrassed look at all, and rubbed her face full of tears.

Doflamingo, who had never expected that Dini would tell the truth while drunk, was planning to find a time to fill her with more of this kind of wine.

Dini stopped crying due to this action and looked dissatisfied at the man who had no intention of stopping.

"Fufufufufu, can't a person's fate really be changed? That's all nonsense. The winner has absolute power of disposal."

"I will never lose, Dini, no one can take your life away from me."

The smile on his face reminded Dini in a daze of the day they exchanged names. It was also such a brighter smile than the sun. It was this smile that made her determined to choose this human being as the protagonist.

She can find true freedom by staying with such a protagonist. Dini is like a moth flying into a flame. After finding the most dazzling spark in her life, she flies towards the flames desperately.

An idea flashed through Dini's brain, which was blocked by alcohol, and she suddenly figured out what she wanted to ask.

The drunken red-haired woman had just cried loudly, and her voice was still hoarse from crying and drunk, but the eyes that met him were so bright that there was no hint of darkness.

"Dover, am I special?"

She wanted to get his approval, affirming that she was different from all [Dionysos] and different from all humans. She was the most special existence around Doflamingo.

"You are still saying stupid things now."

Doflamingo gently pushed her head back into his arms, locked his arms firmly around her shoulders, bent down and leaned close to her ear, his voice as calm as the deep sea.

"Ask your own heart, Dini, not me."

Doflamingo is both a chess player and a chess piece, and he places himself on the chess board. The cadres respected him as the king and wanted to rely on him to achieve hegemony and cooperate with him to make profits, so conflicts of interest immediately drew their swords against him. Those women wanted to rely on his status and said some flattering words without sincerity. But it doesn't matter. As long as he can achieve that goal, he doesn't mind what others think of him.

Only Dini has been watching him since they met. He could feel that he was completely different from everyone else in her eyes. But she seemed to only regard herself as a tool, which made Doflamingo very unhappy. He had been waiting for her to figure out her inner desires all these years. Taking action before this will only put him into a passive position. In that case, he can only become a man who "want her" instead of a master who "completely owns her".

Doflamingo has been waiting for Dini to put her on an equal footing with him. Only if she is willing to let go of her arrogance as [Dionysus] can they have a chance to negotiate.

Want to know how I feel about you? Then ask your heart.

Forget it, why am I talking to a drunkard?

There was a warm and moist feeling in his arms again, and he knew that she was crying again. It was the first time that Doflamingo had seen her so broken. He couldn't control his mischievous heart and said with a wicked smile: "So you usually dress up so beautifully just for me to see? Fufufu, this is really irresistible. Unstoppable enthusiasm, Dini."

Before realizing that she had said a lot of outrageous things, Dini held her neck and said muffledly in his arms: "Who said I wore it for you to see? Being too narcissistic is not a good thing."

"So everything else you say is also false?"

Dini was silent for a while, burped, and said timidly: "The other words are true."

The man above his head let out his characteristic strong laugh again. He didn't notice that Dini's ears were getting redder and redder. He laughed heartily, as proudly as a champion who successfully defended his title on the field.

"Don't laugh!"

Under the pressure of authority, Doflamingo was forced to quiet down.

"What does that man look like? He's afraid of death."

Dini struggled out of Doflamingo's arms and wiped her tears on his coat unwillingly. Dizzy, she filled the wine glass again. "Before that, I asked my second brother if he knew about it. I can feel that it may not be human."

Doflamingo jumped on the table, like a pink hill, observing Dini's movements from a high position to prevent her from doing anything unpredictable while she was drunk.

Deanie refilled the glass with the letter paper still on it, shaking the wine all over the floor with her shaking hands.

A middle-aged man's voice sounded from the wine glass.

"Long time no see, Dini."

This is really interesting. Doflamingo touched his chin with his hand and stared curiously at the cup that made the sound in Dini's hand.

"That man, like us, is a human being with differentiated world consciousness. He can be regarded as the most difficult group of all known upper-level beings to deal with."

"He is Mars of [War] and can grow at an astonishing speed in battle. If you really dream of him killing you, then you must act first and get rid of that man while the situation can still be contained. .”

"Their tribe does not interact with other existences, and the information is limited. Dini, please take it seriously."

The wine glass cracked in Dini's hand.

Dini, who lost her mind, felt that this cup was a hint of her own death, and she pursed her lips and burst into tears.

"Why are you crying again? Hey, Dini, what does that guy look like?"

He hugged Dini, who was still losing control in his arms, grabbed a handful of his feather coat that was wet with tears, and resignedly let her use him as a human-shaped pillow to wipe her tears.

It seems that it is better to let her drink as she sees fit.