New World, Dressrosa.
The setting sun painted the land in a gorgeous yet cruel golden red.
At the summit of King's Plateau, within the luxurious royal palace, a tall figure stood silently behind enormous open windows, his pink feathered coat swaying gently in the crosswind.
Doflamingo's gaze, hidden behind orange sunglasses, passed over the bustling town and landed precisely on the noisy structure resembling an ancient Roman amphitheater—the Corrida Colosseum.
A bloody, desperate drama was playing out on the Arena stage.
Several pirate gladiators from different races, dressed in wildly different outfits and driven nearly mad, were chasing four figures like hungry wolves hunting lambs:
A terrified pink-haired little girl, a stern-faced middle-aged man with a square jaw, a beautiful young woman with long dark-brown hair and light-brown eyes, and a nervous-looking man with fluffy hair.
Riku King, Violet, Kyros, and the young Rebecca were struggling desperately for a faint hope of survival.
To protect Rebecca, who was nearly helpless in battle, Kyros and Riku King wielded their weapons and struggled to fend off attacks from every direction.
Blades clashed and blood splattered. Every time a weapon sank into flesh, the spectators erupted into cries and curses mixed with disgust and excitement.
This was a naked survival game. The rules seemed simple—if the four surrounded people endured until the end, they would gain their freedom.
The Celestial Dragons loved this kind of spectacle. They held similar events every three years, though no one had ever truly gained freedom from one.
As a former Celestial Dragon, Doflamingo naturally had a particular fondness for such things. He enjoyed the superiority of controlling lives and playing with fate.
He silently watched the Arena, pinching a small piece of Vivre Card that was about to burn out in his hand.
"I'm saying, I'm saying,