Morgans, the News King
As Doflamingo walked down the deserted street,
his "fufufu" laughter was like a night owl's cry in the darkness, sending chills down one's spine.
The streets of the Kingdom of Dressrosa were completely empty. Clearly, as the Revolutionary Army began fighting the Donquixote Family, they had already dispersed the crowds. Once someone like Pica started fighting, destruction would rain down everywhere. Even the rubble Zoro had cut apart could become the Grim Reaper's claws if it struck ordinary people, easily crushing them to death where they stood.
If not for evacuating and protecting ordinary people, the Revolutionary Army would not have encountered Pica and the others only when Doflamingo was about to return.
This place could already be called an empty city.
After Sugar's Hobby-Hobby Fruit was nullified and everyone remembered their pasts, no one doubted the Donquixote Family's horrific deeds any longer. Everyone desperately fled this place that was about to become a battlefield.
Clearly, his Donquixote Family was empty as well.
His enterprise, the SMILE Fruits, his kingdom—everything was gone.
Although the entire capital of Dressrosa resembled a dead zone, a city of the dead, Doflamingo's heart was exceedingly calm. It was the peace of a hollow heart being filled by something.
That was right.
The ruins had filled his hollow heart.
Because these ruins, these empty streets, this desolate sight, were what he had always desired.
He had been twisted. The four senior officers had forcibly imposed their ambitions upon him: conquering the world, becoming Celestial Dragons once more, bringing the World Government under their control, and finally pacifying the pirates.
That was not his wish. This Dressrosa was his wish. Only from this could he find satisfaction.
"Young Master..." A soft groan shattered the perfect harmony of his hollow contentment, making him