Dressrosa's False Alarm This Morning

"Lord Doflamingo!" The citizens of Dressrosa cheered loudly.

Over at the coliseum, Rebecca was imprisoned inside the Corrida Coliseum, standing behind a window sealed with Sea-Prism Stone. Gripping the Sea-Prism Stone bars, she shouted, "I'm going to enter today's tournament, win the Flame-Flame Fruit, and defeat Doflamingo myself!"

"Calm down, Rebecca! I understand your anger—I feel the same way. But don't act rashly. Leave the duty of resisting tyranny to us. Everything has already been prepared," the Toy Soldier said.

But Rebecca slapped his hand away. "No! I can't wait any longer! We were cast from heaven back into hell in an instant. Everyone is already exhausted, and their faith is almost completely gone."

Whenever Rebecca thought of the gladiators imprisoned in their cells, saying, "Looks like all we can do is wait for the day of our execution," sitting there in despair and dejection, she became furious.

"They say that winning a thousand battles will earn you freedom. What kind of hope is that? It's nothing but a wall of despair! Cyrus, the legendary gladiator said to have won three thousand battles without a single defeat—everyone already knows that statue is a lie! Cyrus is the ideal warrior created by prisoners walking step by step toward death, an image of hope created by captives who longed to leave this place someday. Rather than sleep inside an illusion that can never come true, I'd rather seize my chance in today's tournament!" Rebecca said.

"That's exactly why it isn't an opportunity! This isn't a tournament you can win! You'll lose your life! I won't allow you to participate! Don't let your emotions get the better of you and rush off to your death! You're only sixteen—do you think that makes you an adult already, Rebecca? You're still a child. Listen to