Infiltrating the Holy Land, Dimon: I'm Your Father!

Chinjao rubbed his eyes, looked down at the news, and then looked up at Dimon.

So alike!

This person looked exactly like the Dimon in the news!

They were identical!

Chinjao spat, "Identical? He is the one."

"You're the Brewer, Dimon, I've been looking for you for a long time!"

"You're looking for me?"

"That's right!"

Chinjao immediately explained, "Five years ago, Kaido held a pirate martial arts tournament on Hachinosu Island. The grand prize was a cup of wine that supposedly grants Immortality!"

"The Elixir of Immortality, you brewed it, didn't you?"

So he was after the Elixir of Immortality.

Dimon understood, then heard Chinjao laugh heartily:

"News of that spread quickly across the sea. Who knows how many people set out with dreams of Immortality, searching for you!"

"Do you know what pirates call your Elixir of Immortality? The Great Treasure!"

"Pirates pursue treasure, and they also pursue power, wealth, and fame."

"Now, there's one more dream: Immortality!"

The Elixir of Immortality became the Great Treasure?

Dimon's expression was a little strange. Was this considered the premature start of the Great Pirate Era?

He raised his hand to stop Chinjao's rambling and said, "You want the Elixir of Immortality, do you know the rules?"

"What rules?"

Chinjao blinked, then dismissively said, "How much do you want? Just name your price. I've accumulated quite a bit of treasure over my years as a pirate."

Speaking of money, Dimon suddenly remembered something.

Chinjao had buried a large amount of treasure he'd acquired under an iceberg, and only his own pointed head could break through the ice.

Thinking of this, Dimon couldn't help but smile:

"One Devil Fruit in exchange for a cup of the Elixir of Immortality, and in addition, you must offer all your personal wealth."

Chinjao frowned. All his wealth?

However, compared to Immortality, mere wealth was something he could discard at any time.

"My treasure is hidden in an absolutely secret location. I can take you there and give it all to you!"

Chinjao crossed his arms, saying proudly, "I don't have a Devil Fruit, but if that treasure were converted to money, it could buy a hundred fruits!"

Dimon was surprised, "Just to be clear, roughly how much is your treasure worth?"

"Ten billion Belly!"

Hearing this, Dimon immediately understood.

No wonder Chinjao later hated Garp to the bone after his head was caved in by a single punch, and by extension, hated his grandson Luffy.

If it were him, he'd want to kill Garp's entire family too.

This was a massive fortune of ten billion Belly!

Ten billion handed to him on a silver platter – only a fool would refuse.

At the same time, Dimon thought of Skypiea, where there was enough gold to build a ship. He could go pick it up later.

"Good. Meeting me is your good fortune. Exchange all your wealth for Immortality."

Chinjao smiled enthusiastically, "Please come aboard, Dimon. I'll have the chef prepare some delicacies from the Land of Flowers to entertain you."

"Entertainment can wait. So, where is your treasure hidden?"

"In the first half of the Grand Line, on an ice island in the Sea of Paradise!"

So far away...

It would probably take a month to get there by ship.

He could take Chinjao and fly directly, but that would be too tiring. Dimon didn't want to exert himself.

So, he took out a folded piece of paper from his pocket and flew it to Chinjao.

"When you arrive at the location, call the number written on it, and I will come. Farewell, then."

Leaving his contact information, Dimon flapped his wings and flew away in an instant.

Running into Chinjao was an unexpected bonus, but Dimon hadn't forgotten his original objective.

He didn't rush to his destination but instead timed himself precisely.

As they flew over Mary Geoise, it was precisely midnight.

Taking advantage of the deep night, Dimon concealed his aura and quietly descended upon this town known as the "Divine Realm"—the residence of the Celestial Dragons.

The houses here weren't particularly special, just a bit larger for each household.

Even though it was late at night, soldiers were still patrolling the streets, guarding the safety of the Holy Land.

Dimon landed on the roof of a mansion, his gaze fixed on a castle in the distance.

That was Pangea Castle, the World Government's headquarters, the center of the world's highest authority.

The Five Elders, Imu, and others were all within that castle.

"It's quite far, and I've lowered my aura. It seems they haven't detected me?"

Retracting his gaze, Dimon opened a skylight and entered the villa below.

He released a bit of Observation Haki, immediately sensing a dozen auras within the house. The breaths were steady and rhythmic, all in deep sleep.

Among them was a couple, sleeping in the same bed.

Dimon casually pushed the door open and entered, closing it behind him.

Using the moonlight from outside, Dimon observed the sleeping man and woman.

The man had long golden hair and a golden beard. The woman was sleeping on her side, her back to the window, so her face was unclear.

As if sensing the movement of the door opening earlier, the man groggily woke up. The moment he opened his eyes, he saw a ghostly figure by the window.

He didn't even have time to scream before a sharp blade was already at his throat.

"Don't... don't do anything! I'll give you whatever you want, just let me go!"

"Shh, you don't want to wake your wife, do you?"

Dimon made a shushing gesture, then calmly asked, "I ask, you answer."

The man nodded repeatedly.

"Where does the Donquixote Family live?"

Upon hearing this, the man stiffened, a look of terror on his face.

"Hm?"

Dimon moved his wrist, the cold blade pressing closer to the man's skin.

The man shivered and stammered, "Which Donquixote are you asking about?"

There were only 20 surnames among the Celestial Dragons living here, or rather, only 19.

They were the descendants of the 20 kings who initially established the World Government.

Now, eight hundred years later, after branching out, there were indeed more than one household with the surname Donquixote.

"Donquixote Doflamingo. He should only be a few years old now. Where does this family live?"

As soon as he said this, the man became even more frightened, visibly trembling uncontrollably.

"I... that's my son."

What a coincidence!

Dimon looked at him in surprise. This man was Doflamingo's idiotic father?

This person was exceedingly naive, abandoning his position as a Celestial Dragon to live a commoner's life in the lower world.

And then, as expected, it ended in tragedy.

After all, Celestial Dragons were so hated. Without the protection of their status, people who wanted to kill them could circle the planet several times over.

"You're fine now. Go back to sleep."

Dimon glared, and his Conqueror's Haki instantly knocked the man unconscious.

He then left the master bedroom and found Doflamingo's children's room.

Open door, enter, close door.

Dimon walked to the bedside again, confirming that the child sleeping in the bed was Doflamingo.

This brat even wore sunglasses while sleeping, what an idiot.

Dimon immediately patted his face.

"Father?"

Doflamingo... or rather, Mingge, who was still a child, mumbled groggily. The moment he opened his eyes, he was stunned.

Dimon covered his mouth and grinned, "That's right, I'm your dad!"