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"It is calling me, it is choosing me, I am its master!"

"I want everything, all the money to control everything. I want the Celestial Dragons to kneel before me. I want to become the god of the world, and make everything submit to my feet, to the feet of money!"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Huo Guang erupted, followed by the shattering of glass, instantly throwing the auctioneers in the stands into a panic.

"What happened? What on earth happened?!"

"Fire! Fire!"

"That damned Doflamingo! He actually dared to sell weapons to our enemy country! This time, we'll smash his auction house to pieces!"

The entire auction hall was in chaos. Even the guards who were secretly watching over the place fled in panic when they saw this group of retaliatory forces from various countries.

Amid the chaos, the cloaked man stared intently at the central auction item, his eyes burning with vengeful fury.

"It's him, it's him! This is my hope for revenge, this is my hope to become a god!"

"Don't move! Anyone who dares to disobey orders will be shot dead!"

"The Navy! The Navy is coming! Run!"

The guests, who had secret ties to the underworld, fled in panic. The man watched the auctioneer who was running away with the Devil Fruit and quickly followed behind him.

Soon after, the Sabaody Archipelago, Lawless Zone.

The Huo Guang in the distance grew ever stronger, and the auctioneer, lying in a pool of blood, closed his eyes in despair.

Illuminated by the Huo Guang, it resembled Devil Fruit cast in pure gold, which it swallowed in a disheveled manner, barely suppressing the nausea that threatened to make it vomit, its chest filled with rage.

"One day, I will make the world kneel before me, I will rule the world with the power of money, and I will make the Celestial Dragons wag their tails and beg for mercy before me!"

Beneath the tattered robes from the fight, the faint outline of the Hoof of the Soaring Dragon was particularly striking in the Huo Guang flames, a humiliating mark that fueled Gild Tesoro's hatred.

"Patience, patience! I want to gain unprecedented power, I want to gain the strength to protect myself..."

"Just wait, when I set foot on this sea again, I will make everyone submit to me!"

The chaotic night continued, with naval warships stationed near the archipelago. The auction, already reduced to ruins in the inferno, seemed to be silently witnessing it all.

Near a small island in the New World, where thunder and lightning are everywhere.

"They've retaliated against us, Gold-Gold Fruit is nowhere to be found. This is not the news I want to hear, Trebol..."

"Our people are doing their best to find out which bastard lured all those guys who have a grudge against our Donquixote Family to the auction house. That's our last hope for turning things around!"

Trebol was furious. Ever since the Navy stripped Seven Warlords of the Sea, the Donquixote Family had been plagued by misfortune.

"Doffy, news from Wano Country... there's been a message from them..."

Diamante smiled, which made Doflamingo, who had been expressionless, twitch his lips and reach out to take the microphone.

"Long time no see, Who's-Who. How's it going under one of the Four Emperors? It's better than what I have now, isn't it? Hee hee hee hee..."

"That's how it is, nothing's changed. I just stay in Wano Country every day, there's nothing for me to worry about. But you're not doing so well lately, the news that the title of the Seven Warlords of the Sea has been abolished has already reached Wano Country."

"That's why I've come to you. Could you please inform Kaido about his predicament? Perhaps I have some solutions..."

After a long silence on the other end of the Den Den Mushi, Foz spoke indifferently.

"That way, I've used up the favor you did for me in escaping from the Impel Down. I'll tell the All-Star about it next time I meet him, but I can't guarantee whether it will be successful."

"It's alright, this is enough."

Click!

The Den Den Mushi hung up, and Donquixote Doflamingo turned around with an unusually eerie smile.

"Next, let's present a gift to the navy that has been pursuing us, to Lady Tsuru."

"After discovering that the most important thing to the navy is missing, will our Fleet Admiral Sengoku regret letting us out of that Impel Down? Fufufufufu!"

Although a Paramecia Type Devil Fruit is very rare and losing it would be painful, it is just a minor loss compared to the target we are about to take action against.

"This time, I will personally return the titles that the Navy took from us."

The Music Country, Elegia.

Uta awoke from her drowsy sleep, and the hideous monster gradually faded from her consciousness with a gentle feeling.

"Waaah!"

Sweat dripped from his forehead. Uta straightened his back blankly and subconsciously looked around.

"Hey, where am I? I don't remember I was at a banquet..."

She was alone in the simple tent. The faint sounds of a crowd could be heard outside. When she stepped out of the tent, she saw a city that had been reduced to ruins.

The musicians, who usually focused on their music, devoted themselves to the reconstruction of the ruins, and no one noticed her confusion and bewilderment.

"How could this happen? Where's Shanks? Where's everyone?"

A gentle breeze blew, and on a small table not far away, a half-covered newspaper caught the eye of those amethyst-like eyes.

"This is..."

Snap!

The front-page headline that appeared in her sight filled Uta with doubt, but looking at the rebuilt ruins in the distance, she was momentarily lost in a daze.

"How could this happen, Shanks? This isn't the right thing to do, you could never do such a thing!"

However, Gordon, who should have been resolving Uta's confusion at that moment, was instead lost in the music he was seeing, silently writing it down with a quill pen.

The notes leaping off the staff are none other than the three movements of Tot Musica, the Song Demon King.

"What a beautiful melody! We cannot let such a wonderful piece of music be lost to the world. With that gentleman handling Tot Musica, there shouldn't be any problem, right...?"

Driven by his love for music, Gordon once again immersed himself in writing from memory, unaware of the ethereal quality of the notes he was writing.

The Grand Line, Paradise.

"If the power is lost, the aggregation of will can still gain a tiny bit of freedom by writing in someone else's book. That won't do."

"What should I do with you? Perhaps I could do this..."

The mottled, ancient parchment, beneath that gentle, indifferent smile, gradually blended into the figure immersed in the solution before him.

Suddenly, an unprecedented sharpness made Huayue smile.

"Have you finally realized it, Kuina...?"

In the dimly lit and minimalist room, the blade in his hand was pure white, exuding an unprecedented sharpness.

His deep blue eyes shone brightly, and the cold blade reflected his face.

"Your name is Wado Ichimonji."