[One Piece] Dionysus’ third-rate script

Thick clouds are gathering, the wind is gradually rising, and the snow that never melts all year round on Mignon Island has only increased by a few centimeters. The earth is completely white, which makes people feel clean and worry-free.

It was not the coldest day when it snowed. After the snow clouds have first begun to fall, the days when the snow melts are always unbearably cold, and even the warm and sunny gaze seems more ruthless.

It was still snowing on Mignon Island that day, but it was colder than any other day when the snow melted. The snow made people feel cold in their hearts, and the words they spoke could not help but become unfeeling and ungrateful.

The blood-red blood dumped in the snow was not some camellia with its head poking out. The heavy snow particles hugged each other for warmth, and the steaming blood ruthlessly tore them apart, just like a human tragedy of separation of flesh and blood.

Such tragedies are always played out on the earth. After the drama ends, who will turn into a nightmare, crawling out of the grave every night to pinch the throats of the survivors.

"Doflamingo, I am a marine."

Stop making such unfunny jokes.

"What are you doing chasing Luo?"

The fruits of the operation must be held in his hands, and he does this at all costs.

"Will the person with a replaced heart still be the same person? Stop using your will to distort anyone."

Shut up, you obviously don't understand anything.

"He gets nothing with you, Dover, Lo is free!"

The nightmare stemming from reality was always the same. He numbly pulled the trigger as usual. The blood from his brother's body dyed his vision red and stung his eyes even through his sunglasses.

"Dover? Dover?"

The whistling wind beside my ears weakened and condensed into a soft call.

He opened his eyes slowly, and felt the silky smooth skin and heavy warmth on his chest. The refreshing citrus smell brought out the fragrance of roses, and it was a familiar and reassuring smell.

Almost every night when dense clouds covered the stars, he would take time away from the heavy family affairs and rush over. Even if he had to leave at dawn, he would have to stay on this bed holding her for a while. Of course she didn't want to be woken up by someone unexpectedly while she was sleeping. She frowned and wanted to use her authority to call him out. The two of them had a fight for a while, but it ended in Doflamingo's victory.

After all, if he hadn't had this intention in the first place, why would he have left the window open?

"What a scary expression. What were you dreaming about?"

The frown between her eyebrows was pressed and rubbed away by her index finger. Doflamingo looked at the woman who had her upper body pressed against his chest, tightened his right arm and lifted her up.

"I just saw you running away with other men."

She chuckled and lowered her head to rest her head on his hard chest muscles. Her burgundy curly hair swept across his skin, tickling his heart.

"Hey - what if it's not a dream?"

"Then I have to spend more time loving you, so that you don't have the energy to find another man to sleep with."

The man who would never treat him badly used his right hand to slide down her back. The silk nightgown was indistinguishable from her delicate skin. Doflamingo turned over and pinned her to the bed, holding her waist and taking off her clothes. Taking off the only covering she had.

The person in the painting does not know that he is still in the painting.

His movements suddenly paused, and her body without clothing was reflected in his pupils.

The hole that has no heart to fill it is so deep that one despairs.

Her eyes were too bright to be human, exuding an icy sheen that was almost mineral.

"It's time to wake up from this dream. Have you forgotten? I'm already dead."

The woman's beautiful face withered little by little. Her warm hands and soft body had turned into a pile of white bones, but she continued to speak in the man's familiar voice.

"Everything you hold dear will eventually leave you, and so will I."

Doflamingo punched the side, and the dream suddenly fell deep. The wall peeled off, revealing the indescribable flesh and blood inside, squirming and squeezing toward the center.

"Shut up! You are not her at all!"

The woman's cold voice swam over like a poisonous snake spitting out its seeds.

"Stop talking what you mean. Didn't you still think of me as her just now?"

After peeling off the human-like skin, scarlet roses burst out from the sockets of the white bones, struggling to spread towards him. He stood up and jumped out of bed to wring out the flower vines, but stepped into a pool of mire.

The harder the person in the quagmire struggles, the more excitedly the bottomless darkness drags him down. The suffocating feeling of the heavy object pressing tightly on his chest brought nausea and vomiting. He cursed and floated upward unwillingly, and his physical strength was rapidly losing.

Several voices overlapped in the space, and several unforgettable faces lingered in front of his eyes.

His mother's loving smile was no longer there, his father's eyes were malicious, his brothers were laughing at him, and in an instant they were replaced by a woman's cold face.

they said in unison.

"The son of God who breaks the precepts, the demi-yaksha who lives alone, no one will stay by your side, this is your fate."

When the sand reached his throat, he raised his hand with great effort and heard the sound of porcelain falling to the ground, rescuing the person who had lost his footing.

"a ha ha ha."

Doflamingo gasped for breath as he woke up from the nightmare. There was a puddle of wine stains lying on the floor of the cabin, and the broken glass bottle emitted an almost invisible glimmer.

The cold sweat sliding into his eyes was so sour and unpleasant that he raised his hands to fumble around, covering his bloodshot eyes with fancy sunglasses.

The man stood up and took a few swigs of the whiskey on the table. The spicy wine went into his throat and rushed towards his dizzy brain. His consciousness that had a premonition of crisis suddenly woke up. This was also his most commonly used refreshment during these days. method.

"This period of time" sounds like a very short period of time, but some earth-shattering events did occur within the time span. For example, the Don Quixote family hijacked the "Heavenly Gold" offered to the Celestial Dragons in order to win the title of King Shichibukai. Another example is that as the family business continues to expand in the new world seas, what they are about to do is sensational. World crusade.

Rather than using the logic of time to define "this period of time", it is better to say that his life is somewhat confusing. For him, the things that are happening now are all based on a certain event as a watershed, and he is roughly classified as unfavored. during "these days".

People in the family use "that" to refer to the culprit. Although in the early days after the incident, she could be directly referred to as "Vienna" or "she", somehow it has developed to the point where it can't even be mentioned now.

After that person left, life became increasingly sad day by day. When will these days end?

An arbitrary man cannot hear the voices of cadres, and even if he hears them, he will not take back his will. He will always have others to submit to him. Who has he ever accommodated?

Maybe there was one once, but now it is really gone.

Darkness had not yet completely fallen on the earth, but it was so dark inside the cabin that one could hardly see his fingers. The man who had straightened his clothes pushed open the side door and walked into the secret cabin connected to the captain's cabin.

Using the word "dark cabinet" to describe this splendid treasure room is really inappropriate. The moment the door was opened, even the captain's cabin was illuminated with bright light. The coffins parked in the middle looked noble with the gold, silver and jewelry piled around them.

"Fufufufufu, there is a good show going on tonight, are you interested in going and watching it?"

The woman sleeping in the coffin naturally did not answer him, and as usual, he continued talking without mind.

"Don't want to lie in such a cramped little box? Don't always be so willful. You know how busy I am these days."

"Fufufu, I was discovered by you. I found a good place with unique scenery. You will like it there."

He stubbornly talked to the person who could not answer him, relying on the familiarity of her behavioral habits in his memory to simulate asking and answering himself.

"His Majesty the King is now going to complete the great cause of restoring the country. Please rest assured and wait for someone to welcome you back to the palace."

The sound of the door closing separates the darkness outside from the light inside the house, like a deep sea where no sunlight can reach. Occasionally fish swim by and make waves, then slowly return to silence.

Silence was not Dressrosa that night, and certainly not after the Quixote family took over.

This place is becoming famous in the New World as a resort island that represents "love and passion". With the Don Quixote family of the Shichibukai stationed there, the pirates who always commit crimes in the coastal areas have also disappeared. Wisely sail around Dressrosa.

Toys and humans coexist, tropical delicacies unique to the tropics firmly capture the stomachs of tourists, and the dances of young men and women are filled with heat waves, making Dressrosa a thriving scene. Even the people in the country have almost forgotten the inhumane massacre they witnessed two years ago and are singing "New King Shengming".

The cruel old king ordered the army to plunder the people in the city, and the new king descended from the sky to save the people from fire and water. There is no need to say which side the people's hearts are going to.

Under this kind of blind support, the people themselves will help explain some things.

I heard that the king built the high ground? That must be to have a better overview of the overall situation and coordinate domestic matters of all sizes. I heard that he designated a large area of ​​Forbidden Forest and built a high tower? There are definitely fierce monsters in that forest, and the king is trying to protect innocent people. I heard that he set the curfew time and activity range for the toys? This is something that has happened since ancient times. Do not question the new king of the Holy Ming.

Why don't you go and see the new king with your own eyes? He looked like a noble emperor that day, and every word he spoke was like a commandment, making people willing to surrender. When you see him, you will be glad that you are his subject. The doubters are just clowns sitting in a well and watching the sky. Let them suffer.

It is human nature to believe that what you see with your own eyes must be the truth. In contrast, the things people see in dreams are always regarded as fictions, which is really unfair.

This is probably because people always use the form of "dreaming" to realize those shady thoughts deep in their hearts that come from dark and damp corners. In the end, they have to defend themselves by saying that this is just a dream. Who can tell clearly? Some are true and some are false. Who can testify that they really happened?

Therefore, people in the world always have some absurd and strange dreams, which are not enough for outsiders to understand.

Just like Doflamingo, the current king of Dressrosa, the authoritative middleman of the dark world, and one of the king's Shichibukai, he would dream that he turned into a strangely colored cat on a burning street. Taking a nap is not surprising at all.

While the pink long-haired cat is escaping down the street, we chat about his recent dreams.

Since moving to the feng shui treasure land of Dressrosa, Doflamingo's chances of having nightmares have dropped off a cliff. The number of nightmares in a year is not even as high as the number in the previous week.

But this is nothing gratifying for him. The person he used to be able to meet a few times through dreams has now lost his nightmare as the only date. It has reached the novel-like plot of "every time we meet is treated as the last time we meet".

Compared with "the body does not decay within four years after death", I don't know which one of the two things is more bizarre.

Last time, a wandering monk who somehow drifted over from Wano was preaching on the street. The toy soldiers were escorting this old man who was suspected of being a swindler and was about to be imprisoned. Doflamingo, who was observing the public mood on the street at the time, happened to pass by and was attracted by the old man with white eyebrows that almost covered his eyes. He walked over and helped the old monk out of trouble. He also invited him to the palace as a guest and continued to listen to his riddles. .

The old monk who lamented that there were still many good people outside the mountain said that Doflamingo was his good friend and wanted to help him and eliminate his karma.

Doflamingo, who never believed in karma, did not immediately send the old monk to prison. Instead, he listened with relish to him telling him about the sins he needed to pay for in his life one by one.

Doflamingo didn't mention anything, but the old monk pointed out that he often had nightmares, causing him to look deeply at the old man.

This old guy was right about a lot of things.

"The donor has a difficult love debt, and if it comes to fruition, a good marriage will naturally happen, I'm afraid."

"Fufufufufufu, what are you afraid of?"

The old monk in ragged clothes was hesitant to speak. The man standing in front of the window with his back to the light looked like a good man who would obey advice at all, with a Rakshasa look on his face.

"I'm afraid it will inevitably lead to disaster, which may lead to life-threatening consequences."

The first person who was angered by him was not the authority himself, but Diamanti who was sitting nearby and listening happily.

"Hey you old bald man, what are you talking about?"

"Wait a minute, Diamanti."

Doflamingo stopped Diamante who was about to grab the old monk's collar, grinned meaningfully and continued to ask.

"Oh? Then what can we do to avoid disaster?"

The eyes covered by the old monk's white eyebrows were not cloudy at all. Perhaps it was this burning gaze that allowed him to leave the palace alive after saying the following words.

"I also hope that the benefactor will withdraw as soon as possible and send her to the path of reincarnation, so that she can suffer less from the nightmare and achieve merit early."

"Are you saying that I have nightmares because she wants to leave me? Or are you saying that I have been torturing her during this period and disturbing her peace of mind?"

"A poor monk is a dull man and dare not lie."

Doflamingo suddenly laughed, his laughter filled with creepy evil and malice.

"Fufufufufufu, you, an old monk, dare to say anything. Unfortunately, I have a very hard life and don't believe this."

As he spoke, he turned around and walked toward the old monk meditating on the ground with his eyes closed like a dark cloud.

"I originally wanted to kill you directly, but now I have changed my mind."

"Fufufu, let you live for a while longer, and use these eyes to take a good look at it. Is the ending like the 'life-threatening' you mentioned, or the 'cultivating the right fruit' according to me?"

The old monk couldn't see any reaction and just silently said "Amitabha Buddha" before being taken away from the palace by the soldiers. Doflamingo arranged for him to live and eat, and he didn't even need to work. He only had to go to the palace every month to answer the king's summons, and the rest of the time he could move around Dressrosa at will, and it ended peacefully. My own wandering life.

It was after the old monk saw Doflamingo's side that his nightmares gradually diminished. Later, he summoned the old monk several times to ask if he was responsible, but he only asked a few words about Amitabha, saying that he would rather die than surrender.

Doflamingo made a note of this in his mind and dragged him out of the palace to be paraded in public.

Just when Doflamingo kept regretting that he should have killed the old bald man that day, an uninvited guest who had a deep connection with him arrived in Dressrosa.

A hot-tempered blond woman smashed the outer wall of the palace and rushed forward without any explanation, trying to fight Doflamingo.

In fact, it's not as fierce as fighting for it. This woman of unknown origin has very strange powers. Maybe you have seen meteorites falling from the sky? Anyway, the cadres of the Don Quixote family have met.

[Asteria] of [Stars], no human being can withstand her wrath.

How did Doflamingo finally resolve her attack? We have taken the topic too far, so let’s focus back on Doflamingo, who was about to jump on the roof to avoid the explosion.

This dream was not the weirdest dream he had had in four years, but it would definitely be the most impressive.

I noticed that my gaze had moved downwards much more than before, almost to the point where it was close to the ground. The three-meter-tall man found it difficult to accept such a visual contrast and froze in the middle of the street.

How the fuck could he turn into a cat? What a fucking nightmare this is.

The cement wall collapsed by the explosion was photographed. He could only curse this damn dream in his heart and start running honestly.

Okay, at least it’s pretty fast. He cursed, shook off the crowd of people fleeing behind him, and turned to the next street corner.

The natural law of more fur and weaker fire also applies to Doflamingo in the dream. The land was scorched by the flames, creating ravines, and it was so hot that people could not stand, let alone cats who relied on their claws to sense things.

It would be too shameful to speak out about such a way of death. Doflamingo thought this, and jumped onto the wooden box placed in front of the residential house on the roadside, intending to cross the street from the roof.

His pink fur shook like a pink marshmallow, which was very dazzling even in a sea of ​​fire.

When this ball of plush kicked its legs hard and jumped up, it was caught in the air by a pair of hands. Someone grabbed him and hugged him to his chest. He kept this position and started running.

"Don't jump up. You'll be in trouble if they find out."

The uniquely colored cat was stunned for a second, and then struggled violently, stretching out its claws to scratch the human's arm and kicking her arm to jump out.

"Oh, don't move, Leah can't hold you anymore."

The little girl locked her arms with the long-haired cat, which even had to catch up with her when it stood up, and hugged it sideways.

"I'll put you down when I get to a safe place. Just bear with it for a while."

What a shame.

Doflamingo didn't expect that he really had the strength to become a cat, how could even a little girl with no strength be able to hug him and run away.

Might as well just have a nightmare.

The little girl wearing a hood looked down curiously at the cat lying flat in her arms. A sudden explosion sounded from the right side of the two of them, and the gravel and rubble were rolled over by the heat wave. The little girl curled up to block the impact and hugged the cat tightly into her arms. The firelight and heat didn't even touch a hair on it.

Doflamingo began to think that this kid was on the right track.

After the explosion, the girl straightened up and quickened her pace. She looked back worriedly, then quickly turned her head and gritted her teeth and ran forward.

This shake of her head caused her hood, which was already hit by the airflow, to fall completely. Because both hands were occupied by this extraordinarily large cat, she could only bend down as much as possible to prevent her face from being exposed. Come.

Except for the pink long-haired cat she was protecting in her arms, other people passing by could only see her hair, which was reflected red by the firelight.

She didn't feel the cat's fur exploding bit by bit.

Doflamingo had almost forgotten the cruel fact that he was just a cat at this moment, and looked at the little girl's face in astonishment.

This face was so familiar to him.

"Meow--"

"Oh, why are you struggling again? Leah might not like you!"

When the explosions and cries gradually subsided, the escape journey came to an end. The little girl put the cat in her arms in the alley, squatted in front of it and raised her hand to touch its furry head. She was a little surprised that it didn't add a few new wounds to her arms.

"I can only send you here, I still have to find my mother and Leon."

Putting on the black hood again, she smiled at Doflamingo and stood up to leave.

Then her burqa was torn by the cat's sharp claws.

She looked at the pink furry who was squatting on the ground and staring at her for a moment, then wrinkled her face in distress and thought.

"You'll have to suffer a lot if you follow me. Do you know who I am?"

I know who you are better than anyone.

Doflamingo learned from the past that he couldn't speak, so he simply walked over and jumped on her shoulder.

Although the content of the dream was a bit strange, it was rare for her age, so she could barely tolerate it.

The little girl whose appearance was unclear caught the large pink ball, carefully wrapped it in her robe, and gradually disappeared around the corner of the street.

This moment is just like that moment.