One Piece: Starting in God Valley as a Slave

In a town in the North Blue, people were bustling about their daily activities on the busy streets.

Suddenly, a group of men in suits appeared from one end of the street, while at the other end, a different group of people, dressed in outlandish attire, made their entrance.

A middle-aged man with a large belly, flanked by the men in suits, glared forward. Leading the group facing him was a tall young man draped in a pink feather coat, his expression arrogantly smug.

The young man wore exaggerated red sunglasses, and a strange, "Fufufufu" laugh echoed from his mouth.

The middle-aged man's anger intensified at the laughter. He shouted,

"Doflamingo! This is not your family's territory! Leave now!"

Doflamingo grinned and turned to Trebol beside him. "Trebol, what did that fool just say?"

Trebol, wiping his nose, replied slyly, "He said he'd hand over his territory to us, fufufu~."

Doflamingo smirked, saying, "Oh? Then let's not disappoint him."

He looked back at the middle-aged man, his patience wearing thin. "This is my territory now. Get lost!"

Unable to take the insult, the man waved a chubby hand adorned with gold rings, shouting, "He's begging for it! Men, take him down!"

In an instant, the suited men drew their guns and fired at Doflamingo. But with a smile still on his face, Doflamingo remained unfazed as Trebol stepped forward. The bullets seemed to sink into the air around Trebol, unable to touch him.

Laughing, Trebol moved aside as Doflamingo advanced, a transparent strand of wire shooting from his fingertips.

"Bullet String!"

The wire instantly pierced the middle-aged man and the others around him. The suited men collapsed, clutching their wounds as panic spread. Doflamingo was about to take another step when a man with a flat top called out behind him, "Doflamingo."

Doflamingo paused and nodded, "Go ahead, Vergo. Focus your attacks."

With a bamboo staff in hand, Vergo charged at the panicked men. Like a wolf among sheep, he dispatched them swiftly, leaving the middle-aged man writhing alone in agony.

Vergo stepped back, and Doflamingo crouched, grinning at his defeated opponent. The man's eyes were wide with terror, snot and tears mixing on his face as he stammered,

"Please, don't kill me! I'll give you everything!"

Doflamingo squeezed the man's face, grinning, "What are you talking about? It's already mine."

"Yes, yes! It's yours!" The man whimpered.

With a snap of his fingers, Doflamingo casually ended him. As the head rolled, Doflamingo sighed, disappointed, "I thought he'd be tougher—so dull."

He looked at the frightened townsfolk peeking from doorways, chuckling darkly,

"Why hide? Am I that scary?"

Silence hung thick in the air, and Doflamingo's gaze sharpened, "I'll count to three. If no one comes out, I won't be pleased."

He extended his fingers, "One…"

Nothing stirred.

"Two…"

Those hidden indoors cowered in fear.

Just as he raised his third finger, a hand clasped his shoulder, and an indifferent voice spoke from behind,

"Quite the show you're putting on."

Doflamingo spun around, his face shifting to shock as he recognized the man behind him, "Saint Carl!"

Standing in black casual wear, Saint Carl looked at Doflamingo, his expression unreadable. Around him, Vergo and the others had collapsed, unconscious.

Carl strolled past, seating himself on Pica's back, now lying flat on the ground. Doflamingo's confident mask slipped as he bowed respectfully,

"Saint Carl, forgive my arrogance!"

Watching this, the townsfolk were stunned. The devilish Doflamingo, so terrifying moments ago, now showed humility in front of this newcomer.

"Saint Carl," Doflamingo spoke, his voice laced with dread.

Carl regarded him with cold eyes, "Is that all?"

Doflamingo's face flushed with anxiety, "Saint Carl, please, I've been working hard! Just a bit more time, and I'll accomplish something grand!"

Carl's piercing gaze held Doflamingo captive. After a moment, Carl rose from Pica's back, saying simply, "Wake up your men."

Doflamingo watched in silence, nodding as he swiftly moved to obey.

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