"Hm? Say it — are you still going to rely on from now on or not?"
The sun was shining brightly, and the weather was perfect.
After the fierce battle in the stormy night, one of the so-called rulers of the sea, the infamous Jack, was ultimately taken down effortlessly by the "Next Era’s King."
Heaven knows just how shocked he was when he realized he had suddenly appeared on the Doflamingo Ship while his own Mammoth Ship was reduced to ashes, swallowed by the vast sea!
Just three slaps.
That was all it took.
His tusks shattered, blood gushed out, and he fainted.
When Jack finally woke up the next day, his entire body was chained up in Seastone shackles, unable to move. And on his back... sat Orin.
"You bastard!!!"
Bloodshot veins instantly burst across Jack’s eyes as his fury erupted.
He struggled violently, trying to fight Orin again, but the only sound was the clinking of tal as the chains restrained him.
The most humiliating part?
That lone tusk lying on the deck nearby — anyone with half a brain could guess whose it was.
"I heard Zoan-type Devil Fruits, especially the Ancient Models, have powerful regeneration abilities. So, does that an your tusk will eventually grow back?"
Orin tilted his head with a teasing grin as he spoke casually.
"That could fetch quite a fortune, you know."
He was, of course, joking. It wasn’t like he lacked money anyway.
While Orin seed to be enjoying himself ssing around with Jack, Doflamingo, on the other hand, was definitely not enjoying this situation.
He hadn’t expected that the supposedly six-ter-tall behemoth with those massive horns... would turn out to be Jack?
What a humiliation!!!
And just at this mont — as Orin successfully subdued Jack — sowhere far off in the distant skies, a huge black "bird" was soaring high above, its sharp eyes scanning the seas below.
"Where the hell did that brat Jack take the ship?!"
All it took was a single storm, and he got separated from Jack. When he tried to reconnect, there was no response at all.
Did that idiot get dragged into the depths of the sea?
King thought grimly, his mind running through possible scenarios.
Then, spotting the Doflamingo Ship in the distance, his exceptional eyesight locked onto Jack aboard the vessel.
But just as he saw that—
...
"Running away so fast, huh, King?"
Orin’s Observation Haki naturally caught the giant "black bird" within its range, but he didn’t bother to chase him down.
After all, this trip wasn’t ant for fighting — it was for sightseeing.
If Orin really wanted to pick a fight, he could always head straight to Totto Land or Wano and challenge the Emperors of the Sea directly.
As for leaving Jack behind? That was deliberate — just to tease this "barbecue king" and to send a ssage along with him.
"Oi, you big dumb elephant, pass this along to Kaido."
Orin hopped off Jack’s back, picking up the massive tusk from the deck and weighing it in his hand.
"If he wants artificial Devil Fruits, I’m open to making a deal. But if he tries another sneaky stunt like this again... I’ll personally take a little trip to Onigashima and Wano next ti..."
He smirked.
"And I’ll show you what real scheming looks like."
Before Jack could even respond, Orin grabbed his remaining tusk with one hand and effortlessly lifted him up like he weighed nothing.
"Off you go!!!"
With a swift backward toss, the towering, muscular Jack was hurled into the air like a basketball.
A trendous splash echoed across the sea as his body plunged deep into the waters.
"Uh... Orin-sama, Jack’s a Devil Fruit user, rember...?"
"Don’t worry. He’s a fishman — he can breathe underwater."
...
"Orin-sama, Dressrosa has plenty of fun attractions — arenas, exotic cuisine, dancers..."
As the ship slowly approached the port, Doflamingo was eagerly introducing the highlights of Dressrosa in detail.
By the ti they disembarked, it was obvious the welcoming ceremony had been prepared well in advance.
Led by the senior executives of the Donquixote Family, rows upon rows of henchn dressed in black coats and gray pants stood neatly in formation, while countless beautiful won lined both sides of the road, passionately cheering Orin’s arrival.
"Welco!!!"
"Orin-sama!!!"
"So handso!!!"
Faced with the grand display, Orin didn’t react much outwardly, but the corners of his lips curved slightly as he remarked:
"This ceremony is a bit over the top, isn’t it?"
"No, no, no~ These subordinates are truly loyal and filled with genuine admiration and respect for you, Orin-sama~"
The road leading to the royal palace was a spectacle of grandeur — blooming flowers, festive colors, and a luxurious red carpet stretching endlessly ahead.
Anyone unaware of this nation’s dark secrets might genuinely believe Dressrosa was a harmonious and prosperous paradise.
"This world’s always like this, huh..."
Doflamingo, walking half a step behind Orin, had a smile plastered on his face, expecting Orin-sama to be pleased with this elaborate reception.
But upon hearing Orin’s quiet words, he froze montarily.
"You an to say...?"
"Nothing. Just a reminder, Doffy — don’t play too recklessly."
In the crowd, countless toy soldiers were mixed among the cheering civilians, their chanical movents lacking warmth or life.
Eventually, they boarded the enormous custom-built carriage designed for high-ranking officers. Orin sat silently, gazing out at the scenic view along the way.
Honestly, though he understood everything hidden beneath Dressrosa’s surface, he didn’t particularly care.
What was he supposed to do?
Topple the entire Donquixote Family, restore every transford citizen, and play the savior of the nation like "King" Luffy?
Orin had no interest in earning gratitude from such a tiny corner of the world.
"Your na’s Sugar, right?"
Originally, Sugar wasn’t supposed to join Doflamingo’s crew until several years later, but due to Orin’s influence, she had been brought in early — and had already eaten the Hobby-Hobby Fruit.
...
Truthfully, the Hobby-Hobby Fruit was the kind of ability Orin would normally collect for himself.
But Doflamingo had clearly recognized its value and dared to take the risk of hiding it.
They had reported the fruit’s existence to higher authorities, sure — but the specifics of its ability were conveniently omitted, exploiting a loophole in the system.
From his seat, Orin noticed the small green-haired girl wearing a hood, sitting quietly at a distance. He smiled faintly and waved at her.
He didn’t particularly like raising kids, but he did have a soft spot for obedient, adorable ones.
At that mont, little Sugar sat among the Donquixote executives, her tiny fingers skewering a few blueberries as she nibbled on them, completely imrsed in her own world.
Then Orin pointed directly at her, and she froze, her entire body stiffening nervously.
Instinctively, she glanced at Doflamingo, but he seed just as uneasy, subtly nodding at her.
Receiving the signal, Sugar slowly rose to her feet.
"Don’t be nervous, Sugar. Orin-sama just wants to play with you for a mont."
"Y-Yeah, that’s all..."
Trebol and the other officers hurriedly reassured the little girl, terrified she might faint from sheer terror in front of Orin-sama.
If that happened, Dressrosa would descend into chaos instantly!
Sugar nodded timidly and made her way toward Orin. From his expression, it didn’t seem like he held any grudge over Doflamingo’s earlier concealnt of her ability.
Instead, like soone teasing an ordinary child, Orin extended his hand toward her.
And Sugar, acting on instinct — just like she used to when touching the people Doflamingo instructed her to — stretched out her own hand.
"No, Orin-sama, wait! You can’t touch Sugar’s hand!!!"
Everyone’s eyes widened in shock as they watched.
But Orin rely smiled warmly... and let Sugar place her tiny hand in his.
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