In the New World, within the opulent halls of Dofmingo's pace atop King's Heights in Dressrosa, the fmboyant pirate had returned from his test endeavor.

  After parting ways with Cudius and the others following their mission in Totto Land, Dofmingo had wasted no time and made his way back to Dressrosa.

  Seated fortably on his throne, he zily asked, "Where's Rosinante?"

  Standing beside him was Trebol, his ever-loyal subordinate, leaning on his e. "Corazon? He left with Law not long ago," Trebol replied, his nasally voice ever-present.

  "Left agaiill hasn't given up?" Dofmingo murmured, a flicker of emotion crossing his face.

  Rosinante was, without a doubt, a peculiar presen Dofmingo's life. Despite the cruel and ruthless enviro he'd grown up in, Rosinante was a fually kind soul, an embodiment of passion. Upon learning about Trafalgar Law's terminal illness, Rosinante had devoted himself to finding a cure. He had spent the past two years traveling the seas with the young boy, seeking out renowned doctors to treat his lead poisoning.

  But their efforts had bortle fruit so far.

  As he spoke, Dofmingo reached out and picked up a stack of dots oable before him. These were records of various matters that had accumuted during his absence.

  Though he irate, Dofmingo took his responsibilities as the ruler of Dressrosa seriously or at least, he managed his affairs with precision. Under his leadership, Dressrosa had bee a vital hub for the underground world, funing as both a transit station and a processier. The influx of wealth had revitalized the once-impoverished nation, transf it into a thriving ey.

  But Dofmingo's methods were anything but benevolent. Dissenters were ruthlessly silenced, many of them transformed into toys via the power of the Hobi-Hobi Fruit. In the current Dressrosa, the happiness index was extraordinarily high, not because everyone was genuinely tent, but because those who weren't could no longer express their dissatisfa.

  With flourishing gdiatorial arenas, picturesque flower fields, and the capital of toys attrag visitors, Dressrosa ectacle of prosperity.

  As Dofmingo skimmed through one of the dots, he asked casually, "Any updates on the whereabouts of the Gold-Gold Fruit?"

  "Not yet," Trebol replied with a smile. "But we've deployed a lot of mao search for it. Plus, there's a two-billion-berry bounty out in the underground world for any leads."

  "Good. My cousin is eager to get his hands on it," Dofmingo said, leaning back. "Tesoro is a valuable asset—ambitious, talented. I know both Big Mom and Kaido are eyeing him as well. If we secure the Gold-Gold Fruit for him, it'll be a massive advantage for us."

  Trebol's expression shifted slightly as he asked curiously, "Speaking of which, Doffy, is it true? Did you really captured Charlotte Linlin?"

  "Of course," Dofmingo replied smoothly. "But the Wover hasn't annou officially yet. I imagihey'll wait until my cousiurns to solidate everything before making the news public. That said, there are likely already rumors cirg. Kaido might try to suppress the information, though. Knowing him, he'll want to move on the Big Mom Pirates first and cim their forces for himself."

  After a brief pause, he added with a grin, "But give it a few days, it'll be all over the headlines."

  "If that happens, the prestige of the Donquixote Family will soar even higher," Trebol said, his voice tinged with excitement. "It'll alsthen the influence of the Seven Warlords of the Sea—maybe even rival the Yonko."

  Dofmingo nodded fidently. "That's the pn. Acc to my cousin, the Seven Warlords of the Sea are meant to stand as equals to the Yonko. Otherwise, how could they represent one of the two major fas in the pirate world?"

  This operation, he knew, would elevate not just the Wover's prestige but also that of Marine Headquarters, CP-X, and the Warlords. It was a clear demonstration that the greatest power in the world wasn't any pirate emperor, but the Wover itself.

  And as one of the key pyers in this mission, Dofmingo oised to reap signifit rewards.

  As for the Big Mom Pirates' remnants, while he was tempted to seize some of their spoils, he knew better than to challenge Kaido or the Wover for them. There would be little left over anyway. Instead, Dofmingo chose to foore strategic matters, such as seg the Gold-Gold Fruit. With the financial system that CP-X was building, Dofmingo and his Donquixote Family would be firmly ied into the global ey, ensuring their long-term power and influence.

  But as he flipped through another dot, his expression darkened.

  "Where exactly did Rosiake Law?" he asked suddenly, his tone sharp.

  Trebol hesitated. "Huh? I'm not sure, but… I think it was North Blue?"

  The moment the words left Trebol's mouth, Dofmingo's face twisted with rage. He smmed the dot onto the table, his voice thunderous.

  "That bastard! How dare he betray me like this?!"

  Trebol flinched, startled by the sudden outburst. "Young Master, what happened?!"

  He quickly picked up the dot that had enraged Dofmingo, sing its tents. His eyes widened as realization dawned.

  The dot was a request for a transa in the underground world. As a broker, Dofmingo frequently facilitated such deals, but this one was different. The item iion was the Ope-Ope Fruit.

  The request came from a former Marine named Barrels, noirate, who sought to sell the Ope-Ope Fruit at a high pri the underground market. The location of the transa? North Blue.

  For most, the Ope-Ope Fruit was known as a powerful Devil Fruit that could transform its user into a world-css doctor. But Dofmingo khe truth, the fruit's ultimate ability was the power to grant immortality.

  He had long coveted the Ope-Ope Fruit, reizing its unparalleled value.

  Now, with Rosinante and Law heading to North Blue, it was clear to Dofmingo that they had discovered this deal and were i on seg the fruit to cure Law's illness.

  To Dofmingo, this wasn't just a betrayal, it was a direct challeo his pns.

  "Doffy, maybe it's just a ce? Corazon wouldn't—" Trebol began, attempting to calm him down.

  But Dofmingo cut him off. "No! The dot ened. I have my ways of knowing. None of you would dare open my files without permission. Only Rosinante could've dohis. Him and that brat!"

  His voice was cold, filled with venom. "He's been defying me from the start. I should've dealt with him a long time ago! Brother? He's not even worth a fra of what my cousin is to me!"

  Trebol fell silent, unsure of how to respond.

  Dofmingo ched his fists, his mind rag. He felt utterly betrayed, his trust shattered.

  After a moment, Trebol asked cautiously, "What's the pn, Doffy?"

  Taking a deep breath to steady himself, Dofminge subsided into a chilliermination.

  "Call Rosiell him to return immediately," he ordered. "And prepare the ship—we're heading to North Blue."