Two corpses lay at the entrance to Trafalgar's house.
One had died from illness; the other had committed suicide.
Last night, after Doflamingo had made everyone in White Town experience a prophetic dream, one Platinum Lead Disease patient had ripped out his dialysis equipment and died just like that.
The other patient had nearly suffered a mental collapse instantly. After relentlessly questioning Dr. Trafalgar and learning that Platinum Lead Disease truly was incurable, he lost all will to live. Just moments ago, he had breathed his last.
The almost completely pallid skin of those two corpses became the most perfect evidence of Platinum Lead Disease.
Staggering along in a daze, Williams did not know how he had made it home. Nor did he understand what had caused that massive prophetic dream, but he knew that White Town Flevance was finished.
It was not just him. Everyone on the streets looked utterly lost. Some had climbed tall buildings and jumped, while others had simply packed their things and prepared to leave.
Of course, when night fell, Williams heard the sounds of smashing, looting, and robbery outside. Clearly, desperate people were capable of anything. But Williams had no attention to spare for any of it. To him, nothing mattered anymore.
In his muddled state, Williams did not know when he fell asleep.
Blood, flames, slaughter—the entire White Town seemed like hell.
"The royal family has fled! We've been abandoned!"
"Liars! The royal family and the World Government are all liars! They knew long ago that Platinum Lead Ore was toxic!"
"Hahahaha, an infectious disease! They said it was an infectious disease! The World Government wants to silence us all!"
"Go to hell! Let's all die together!"
The next day, when Williams woke up again, it seemed as if flames were burning in