Only the Living Can Lose

Holy Land, Mary Geoise.

"The news of you becoming one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea has already been spread across the world by the World Economy News Paper. The moment Uchiha Hanazuki is sighted again, report it without delay. You may leave."

Under the Five Elders' indifferent gazes, Donquixote Doflamingo silently departed. As the conference room doors shut tightly behind him, an inscrutable smile curled across his lips.

Several days later, near the small island of Dressrosa, on the route to the New World.

"Doffy, won't this really draw his attention? He's one of the Four Emperors. We absolutely can't afford to provoke someone like that right now. Isn't this too risky?"

Trebol wore a worried expression, the snot hanging from his nose swinging back and forth. The other Donquixote Family officers, such as Lao G and Diamante, were equally solemn as they waited for their young master's decision.

"What's there to worry about? From the moment he took Trafalgar Law away, it was destined that we would become his enemies. The banner of a Four Emperor is far more useful than that of a Seven Warlord of the Sea. Fufufufufu..."

Though he was laughing, the chill and resentment in that laughter made the Donquixote Family officers tremble.

His hope of immortality had been taken away. He had been beaten senseless by the current Marine Fleet Admiral. The younger brother he had personally killed had turned out to be the Fleet Admiral's adopted son, and he himself had also been exposed to the Five Elders' surveillance.

All of those wonderful things had come courtesy of that current Four Emperor. Doflamingo hated him so much his teeth itched.

Still, it was not all bad. Obtaining a seat among the Seven Warlords of the Sea from the Five Elders was