"Oh?"
Mayuri Kurotsuchi tilted his head and looked at Donquixote Doflamingo at the edge of the building. "What's wrong? A puppet delivered right to your door, and you don't even have the courage to control it? Or perhaps..."
"Fuffuffuffu, are you~~~ scared?"
Doflamingo's brows immediately knitted together. It had to be said that this madman-like figure before him gave him an odd feeling...
But then he let out a scoff. "You really are an interesting person. Feel honored—an exalted king has taken an interest in you. Of course... you'll probably be terrified, won't you?"
As he spoke, he folded down his index and ring fingers, leaving his middle finger, thumb, and pinky raised. This was not the method for controlling Parasite; it was merely his personal habit when manipulating others, as though he were playing a musical instrument.
The terrified appearance of those he controlled was like a beautiful symphony.
Then...
Mayuri Kurotsuchi's withered claw rose, the exceptionally long nail on his middle finger reaching straight toward his own neck.
Watching his trembling hand rise and shake continuously, Mayuri rolled his pupils to the left and looked at his left hand.
"So it doesn't control the brain—it controls the motor center. The brain's signals can still get through. In other words, resistance is possible, but with the center under control, the brain's signals become intermittent, allowing one to barely restrain it but not stop it."
Doflamingo raised a brow and watched Mayuri with interest. Though he knew most scientists were madmen, this was the first time he had seen one this insane.
He had allowed Parasite to take hold of him, yet there was not a trace of panic or terror on his face. Instead, his eyes were brimming with fascination.
"Aren't you afraid I'll kill you right now?"
Almost