The Ripper

"Haha... hahaha... What kind of joke is that? A power capable of affecting the entire world—how come I haven't noticed it?"

Doflamingo gave a dry laugh, but Anjelin could clearly hear the fear in his heart.

"Do I still have any reason to lie to you?"

Jack roared with laughter. "Because I'm no longer the human I once was. So what are a little poison and a curse worth now?"

His voice grew ever raspier and lower...

Boom!

Suddenly, Jack's entire body exploded, as if he had merely been wearing a human skin all along.

What appeared in his place was a terrifying monster.

It stood about three meters tall, its body crawling with black veins like little snakes. Its right hand had completely mutated into a black hook, and a row of savage spikes jutted from its spine. Two sharp, gleaming white fangs showed in its mouth as foul-smelling saliva dripped from them. Two lumps of flesh bulged from its back, as if they were about to grow into a pair of fleshy wings, but they were horribly deformed—grotesque and ugly. No matter how you looked at it, this was nothing like the Jack from before.

Whoosh!

The instant Jack transformed, Anjelin's expression turned grave, and she surged forward like a phantom.

The dagger in her hand became a streak of light, slashing instantly toward the monster's neck—a single cut to the throat!

Scree!

A sound like a knife cutting through cowhide rang out. Anjelin's hand jolted as she realized the dagger had only pierced a third of the way in before being clamped fast by hard muscle, like it had struck a wall of bronze and iron.

Bang!

A gale burst forth. She immediately leaped backward, and a massive crater appeared in the ground where she had been