One Piece: Starting with the Immortal Rocks Pirates

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Putting himself in Doflamingo's shoes, if he were King Riku, he would definitely try to drive them away, or even kill their entire family if he were ruthless enough.

"You're a dark character, kid. I've heard King Riku has a good reputation," Dimon teased.

"Hmph, just a facade." Doflamingo scoffed, then realizing he was talking to Dimon, his expression immediately changed.

"Brother, do you know what's on this island? The bullfighting arena, a competition where gladiators fight each other for fun."

"It's hard to say that the person who organizes this kind of competition is a good person!"

How dare you say that?

Dimon thought to himself, "You bunch of Celestial Dragon brats are playing cricket fighting... or slave fighting."

However, since we're here, we might as well check out this famous bullfighting arena.

So, after finishing a sumptuous meal, Dimon immediately asked Doflamingo to lead the way.

The three walked out of the restaurant, without waiting for Rosinandi to return.

"Big brother, children aren't allowed to watch the game because it's too bloody and violent..."

"This is easy to handle."

Dimon grinned and immediately activated the Yearly Fruit.

Twisted Future: Human Modification Engineer!

Sharp nails pierced Doflamingo's nape, and female hormones were injected.

In a short moment, the little boy turned into a little girl.

"What?!" Doflamingo was shocked and speechless.

"It's not over yet."

Dimon continued to activate the Age-Age Fruit, increasing Doflamingo's age from 12 to 22.

In the blink of an eye, a tall, capable woman with short blonde hair made a dashing entrance.

Doflamingo was stunned, staring blankly down at his chest, grabbing at the two lumps on his chest.

"Haha, how about that? Every kid has that, right? Imagining what they'll be like when they grow up."

Dimon couldn't help but laugh out loud, "How about I name you... Mingji? Hmm, that's a bit repetitive, it makes it seem like I have no talent for naming. How about Mingfei? Hahaha."

"Hahaha..." Crocodile couldn't help but laugh at the brat.

I can't become a woman myself!

It's so interesting to see other people become women!

That arrogant Celestial Dragon brat deserves to be a woman for the rest of his life!

“Saki, I can tell you want to be a woman too, right? You’re smiling so happily.” Dimon glanced at him. “I’ll grant your wish.”

As he spoke, he made a lightning-fast move.

Crocodile's heart skipped a beat. Realizing something was wrong, he tried to run away, but it was too late.

In the blink of an eye, another "beauty" has appeared.

"Let's go, Saki, Myo-bi, I'll take you to watch the fighting competition."

(The image shows a gender-swapped version of Doflamingo)

Chapter 116 The Legendary Swordsman, Cyrus the Transformer

Doflamingo breathed a slight sigh of relief upon learning that the feminization would only last for one day.

Getting rid of those two lumps of flesh on my chest and becoming an adult seems like a lot of fun.

"Fufufufu, you bastard Sand, you might as well stay a woman, it's better than when you were a man."

Consort Ming, who held a deep grudge, mocked him.

Saki gave a cold snort, too lazy to bother arguing with a brat.

It was just a day of being a woman, and it wasn't the first time.

The two followed Dimon to the bullring.

The bullring, also known as the "Crida Arena," is the main attraction and source of revenue for the Kingdom of Dressrosa.

Its appearance is similar to the Roman Colosseum, and gladiator matches are held here every day.

The matches were primarily for friendly sparring, not life-or-death duels; that was the management rule during Doflamingo's later reign.

Spectators need to buy tickets to watch the game, and they can also place bets in the arena, which is a kind of casino and is very popular with the people of Dressrosa.

When Dimon and his two companions arrived at the arena, the stands were almost full, and they could only buy tickets for the last row.

The match is currently underway.

The two combatants were both tall and wore silver armor to protect themselves. They wielded swords and shields and clashed fiercely.

It felt as if a scene of bloodshed was about to unfold at any moment.

The host's enthusiastic commentary explained the match to the audience what was happening, what was about to happen, who had the advantage, and the opportunities for the disadvantaged team...

All I can say is, extremely professional!

Ten minutes later, the game was decided.

"These gladiators are too weak, they're not very interesting. You can tell who will win at a glance."

Dimon crossed his legs and patted Saki on the shoulder, "You haven't mastered Haki yet, have you? Go compete."

“Me?” Saki pouted. “Big brother, I’m a Logia-type Devil Fruit user. I can deal with these gladiators…”

"Fufufu, are you scared now, you sand bastard!" Doflamingo gloated.

"You brat!" Crocodile sneered. "Big brother, shouldn't we let the brat participate too? She seems very excited."

“That makes sense. You two should both sign up. I look forward to seeing you on the field.”

Dimon, always eager for drama, watched Mingfei fight Saki; the spectacle was more entertaining than Gladiator's Fight.

Hearing this, Doflamingo was stunned. She's just a child, and she wants to fight a Logia-type Devil Fruit user?

But faced with her brother's demands, she had no choice but to bite the bullet and get up to leave with Crocodile.

I'll just secretly lose to someone else later, as long as I don't run into Crocodile. If I do, that sand bastard will definitely want to beat me up!

A male audience member in the front row noticed the two of them and couldn't help but look surprised.

"Grandpa, you're sending two girls to participate in the competition? Are they your granddaughters? That's going too far!"

Here it is, a randomly appearing passerby simp.

Dimon glanced at the other person, but before he could speak, Shaji and Mingfei turned their heads at the same time and glared at each other fiercely.

"I'm a man!"

"Who are you calling a woman? Do you want to die?!"

The simp looked completely bewildered. They looked like two pretty young girls, but their first words were a bit off-putting.

"Hahaha, this isn't my granddaughter, it's my little brother... no, little sister."

Dimon couldn't help but laugh. "You guys hurry up and sign up, what are you waiting for?"

"Got it, big brother."

Mingfei and Shaji exchanged a glance, snorted at each other, and left the audience one after the other.

The simp was stunned. Dude? There's a two or three generation age gap between you two, isn't there?

A new gladiator has entered the arena.

The host announced loudly: "First of all, congratulations to Xavier on his second consecutive victory! The exciting match will continue, and next up is the legendary swordsman, Cyrus!!"

In an instant, cheers erupted from the crowd, one wave after another like the ocean.

Even the sycophantic guy sitting in front of Dimon forgot about Mingfei and Shaji and got caught up in the revelry.

He noticed Dimon's calm expression out of the corner of his eye, so he took the initiative to start a conversation:

"Old man, are you a tourist? Cyrus is a legendary gladiator in the bullfighting arena. He has never been defeated since his debut and currently has an 89-game winning streak!"

"It only took three months!"

Dimon certainly knew the undefeated legend of the bullring, the legendary swordsman Cyrus.

He ignored the sycophantic man and used his Observation Haki to investigate Kyros, hearing a powerful voice emanating from him.

The sound was extremely loud, about ten times louder than his opponent's.

If I remember correctly, Cyrus later achieved a 3000-game winning streak and was eventually invited by King Riku to become the commander of the Riku army.

He later successfully married the princess and had a daughter named Rebecca.

Recalling the memories in his mind, Dimon couldn't help but admire him a little. This kid was simply a model of a loser's rise to success.

Cyrus looks only fifteen or sixteen years old now, a long way from achieving a 3000-game winning streak.

"Game start!"

With a shout from the host, Xavier launched the first attack.

Faced with his opponent's fierce attack, Cyrus calmly parried with his sword, fighting and retreating until he seized an opening and slashed off his opponent's helmet, then held his sword to his opponent's neck.

"The victor is Cyrus!"

The referee immediately announced the result.

The scene erupted in cheers, but at the same time, many people booed, seemingly disliking the man.

Cyrus made no response; after winning the match, he silently turned and returned to the players' tunnel.

He only participated in one match a day, and over the past three months, he has accumulated 90 victories.

"Ten more wins..."

Back in the athletes' preparation room, Cyrus noticed two young girls had come in and looked surprised.

It was rare to see women participating in gladiator matches; he only glanced at them silently before returning to his "cell."

Yes, he is a prisoner.

More than three months ago, he killed a man and became a murderer. Afterwards, he injured King Riku's head with a blunt instrument. He should have been shot by the soldiers, but King Riku brought him here instead.

The agreement stipulated that once 100 wins were achieved, the individual would gain their freedom.

With 90 wins to date, 10 more wins will complete the agreement.

However, the boos from the audience silenced him. Many people admired him because of his continuous victories, while a large number of people hated him because he was a murderer.

Once I achieve 100 wins, can I really leave?

Should I leave?

Sitting cross-legged in his cell, Cyrus looked somewhat bewildered.

Suddenly, he noticed a pair of feet in front of him. He slowly looked up and saw an old man standing in front of him.

The old man, leaning on his cane, looked at me with a smile.

"Who are you? No, how did you get in?"

"You have good potential, work for me."

Dimon reached out and pressed down on the other man's forehead. Cyrus instinctively tried to resist, grabbing Dimon's wrist and attempting to pry it open, but his expression immediately changed.

What a strength!

Is this really the kind of strength an old man should have?

The next second, darkness engulfed him.

When he regained his sight and saw the old man again, he instinctively knelt down in front of him.

"Continue to compete, challenge those two women, and drive them to the brink of despair with the intention of killing them."

"Yes, Master!"