One Piece: Dungeon Shop. Scamming Garp, Reward: Eight-Tails Jinchuriki Chapter 333:  - 333: Utterly Ridiculous—The Four Emperors L

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Chapter 333: Utterly Ridiculous—The Four Emperors Lead the Rat Race

"ROAR—!!!"

A howl, blending excruciating pain with supre euphoria, erupted from the depths of Kaido’s throat. A pillar of dark, primordial energy surged through him like a subterranean tide, refining every fiber of his being. The air in Partys Bar grew thick and heavy, the temperature rising as if a furnace had been opened.

Under the watchful, stunned gaze of the crowd, pitch-black dragon scales burst through Kaido’s bronze skin like obsidian blades. These were no re fruit transformations; they were permanent, deep-rooted, and radiating an aura that was both ancient and regal. Molten, lava-like yellow patterns pulsed across the scales, glowing in ti with his heartbeat as if his very blood had beco liquid fire.

Boom—!!!

The bar groaned. The wooden tables, the floorboards, and even the reinforced walls buckled under the sheer weight of his presence. Fine cracks spider-webbed across every surface, and the glass bottles behind the counter rattled with a rhythmic, tallic clink.

"This... this is impossible!"

Sengoku bolted upright, his chair clattering to the floor. His eyes were wide as saucers, fixed on the monstrous silhouette in the center of the room. "He didn’t just gain a skill... he brought the entire physical evolution from the dungeon into reality!"

"Wororororo... Now that is a sight," Garp muttered, his grin tightening into a line of genuine solemnity. He could feel the shift in the atmosphere. Kaido’s physical density and life force had reached a level that defied standard biology. He wasn’t just a pirate anymore; he was a living calamity.

Gulp.

Doflamingo swallowed hard, a cold sweat drenching his back. Bitter, concentrated resentnt washed over him, sharper than any blade. He was green with envy.

Why him?! The thought scread in Doflamingo’s mind. Why did this brute, who solved every problem with a club, receive such a terrifying upgrade? Doflamingo had spent his ti playing the perfect sycophant—serving tea, carving ice with surgical precision, and masking his pride behind a smile—all for a re "skip-the-line" privilege. anwhile, Kaido had been humiliated, hung from a tree, and forced into the role of a lowly guard, only to be rewarded with a body that transcended the limits of their world.

It was an insult. A fundantal violation of the "effort-to-reward" ratio. Doflamingo’s mind roared with a jealousy so potent it threatened to incinerate his composure.

In the corner, the Five Elders were equally grim. Their knuckles turned white as they gripped their canes and sword hilts. One Kaido was already a strategic nightmare for the World Governnt. Now, under the tutelage of this mysterious shopkeeper, that monster had evolved into sothing they had no na for.

We must control this, Saint Saturn thought, his eyes narrowing. Whatever the cost, this power cannot remain in the hands of a pirate.

However, the only response to their collective dread was Kaido’s reckless, booming laughter.

"Worororororororo—!!!"

Kaido reveled in the explosive power. He felt the pitch-black scales—tougher than any Armant Haki and resistant to the very concept of damage. This was the form he had dread of, the true silhouette of the Strongest Creature.

And yet, a cold realization tempered his joy. To him, this was a god-like blessing; to Blake, it was rely a "settlent reward," a trifle tossed to a common worker. The gap wasn’t in strength—it was in the very dinsion of their existence. He was an ant who had found a grain of sugar, unaware that the human who dropped it viewed the grain as nothing more than dust.

Boom!!!

The terrifying aura vanished in an instant. The black scales receded, vanishing beneath his skin as he suppressed his presence with newfound discipline. The arrogance that usually defined his face was gone, replaced by a deep, soul-shaking reverence.

Under the confused gaze of the crowd, the Emperor moved. He didn’t pick a fight with Shiki or Garp to test his new skin. Instead, he walked silently to the bar where Blake had just set down an empty coffee cup.

Kaido reached out with his massive, calloused hands, picking up the fragile ceramic as if it were a delicate heirloom. He turned and walked into the kitchen. The sound of running water echoed through the quiet bar—precise, thodical.

A minute later, he erged. The cup was scrubbed until it shone, devoid of even a single water spot. He placed it back in front of Blake with the care of a monk handling a relic.

Then, he took a step back and perford a deep, ninety-degree bow.

"Lord Shopkeeper!" Kaido’s voice was a low growl of pure fanaticism. "Thank you for the blessing! From this day forward, ’Security Guard No. 007’ is at your command!"

Kizaru’s lazy expression finally fractured, a terrifying light flashing behind his lenses. "Oh my... now that is truly frightening. A Four Emperors... broken and rebuilt into a servant."

Doflamingo felt a chill race from the soles of his feet to the top of his skull. It was over. His hard-earned lead in "service" was gone. Even a brute like Kaido had joined the rat race—and he was outshining everyone.

"Fuffuffuffu... Mr. Kaido is certainly... industrious," Doflamingo forced out, his smile more like a pained grimace. Veins bulged on his forehead. "However, when it cos to cleaning, I believe I have a few tricks of my own."

Threads manifested in his hands, invisible to the naked eye. They flooded the bar like sentient spirits, sweeping across every surface and into every microscopic crack. In seconds, all dust and stains were bundled into tiny particles and vanished. The bar glead.

In the corner, Marco spat out his soup, coughing violently. "Has he... has he thrown every last shred of his pride into the bottom of the sea?! He’s actually competing with Kaido over chores?!"

Vista looked equally drained. He finally understood why Doflamingo was the King of the Underworld—the man had no bottom line when it ca to survival and ambition.

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