69novels Chapter 288 Longing for Rosinandi, the Mad King Descends
Chapter 288 Longing for Rosinandi, the Mad King Descends
Chapter 288 Longing for Rosinandi, the Mad King Descends
Luo's ROM domain spread out across the snowfield, a pale blue spherical space covering a radius of 00 meters.
Snowflakes float and slowly fall within this realm, as if time itself has been meticulously dissected and reassembled by the power of the surgical fruit.
Doflamingo stood at the edge of the domain, his pink feather coat motionless in the wind and snow.
The power of the String-String Fruit has long been woven into an invisible net, keeping the wind and snow out.
The officials behind him spread out in a fan shape, and the sticky substance from Torrepol corroded the snow, producing hissing white smoke.
Pica's tall figure stood silent as a rock, while Shakespeare stood gracefully a short distance away, the quill in his hand beginning to shimmer with a magical glow.
"Fufufu—The awakening level of the Operation Fruit is higher than I imagined."
Doflamingo's gaze swept over the R00M area, his tone carrying a twisted sense of admiration.
"Luo, over the years, you certainly haven't wasted the time my brother gave his life for."
"Shut up." Luo's voice was as cold as a knife. "You have no right to mention him."
The demon's wails in his hand, the tip of the blade pointing towards Doflamingo's heart.
Asclepius stood beside Lothar, tapping his caduceus lightly on the ground.
A bluish-green magic rippled outwards from him; it was not an aggressive force, but rather a field of life.
Under the influence of this force, the withered grass on the snow-covered ground sprouted tiny buds, only to be frozen solid by the wind and snow in the next second.
Life and death are subtly tug-of-war in the realm of the god of medicine.
"Master," Asclepius said calmly.
"This person's aura is inextricably linked to the karmic ties of death that are entangled deep within your soul. Do you wish to slay him?"
"Yes," Luo answered without hesitation, "but not now."
His golden eyes were fixed on Doflamingo.
"Before I kill him—I want him to see what Mr. Corazon is protecting with his life. I want him to know what he has lost."
Doflamingo's smile faded for a moment.
But the next moment, that smile became exaggerated and dangerous again.
"What a touching declaration, Luo. But—"
He raised his hand.
The invisible thread tightened instantly!
"Do you think you have the right to say these things to me?"
Swish!
Within the ROOM area, dozens of cutting trajectories flashed simultaneously!
But Doflamingo was no longer there.
His body was pulled by thin threads, twisting and turning in the air like a puppet in a way that defied the laws of physics, easily avoiding all cuts.
His awakened String-String Fruit ability allows him to turn everything around him into extensions of strings, including space itself.
"Too slow, Law." Doflamingo's voice came from all directions.
"Your skills are indeed exquisite, but the difference in quantity cannot be made up for by technique alone."
"Sixteen Sacred Bombs - Divine Slaughter!"
Sixteen high-density strands of wire, imbued with an aura of dominance, shot towards Luo from all angles! Each strike was powerful enough to pierce through steel and tear apart a warship!
Luo's pupils contracted; R00M's teleportation couldn't handle all of this number of attacks in time!
But at that moment...
Asclepius raised his serpent staff.
"Life Realm - Slow Breath"
The turquoise ripples spread, and all the wires that entered the ripple range experienced a sudden 30% drop in speed!
It's like traveling through sticky honey, and the trail becomes clearly visible!
"Now!" Luo shouted.
"ROOM: Slaughterhouse!"
His figure vanished instantly within the domain, reappearing to the side and behind where Doflamingo had been!
The ghost's wails as it slashes at the invisible line's trajectory, not to kill people, but to sever the line itself!
laugh----!
Several control lines were cut!
Doflamingo stumbled in mid-air, but more threads immediately filled in, stabilizing him again.
"Oh?" Doflamingo raised an eyebrow. "Good teamwork. The God of Healing's ability—is it to manipulate the speed of life flow?"
""
Asclepius did not answer. He slammed his serpent staff on the ground again, this time with an even more intense green light.
"Disease Technique: Weakness Plague"
There was no direct attack, and no visible trajectory.
But Doflamingo suddenly felt a strange fatigue, as if his life force was slowly draining away from his body.
Although extremely slow, it is indeed passing by.
"A technique that directly affects the concept of life?" A hint of seriousness flashed in Doflamingo's eyes.
"As expected of a heroic spirit known as the God of Healing—this ability is already close to the level of rules."
He looked at Shakespeare.
"playwright."
"Understood, Master." Shakespeare bowed gracefully. "Then, let me add some twists to this drama."
""
The quill pen traced a golden path through the air.
"Act One: Misjudgment!"
Magic surged.
Luo suddenly felt the snow beneath his feet soften.
No, it's not that the snow has softened; it's that his perception is flawed!
The judgment of distance, the perception of direction, and the estimation of force—all showed subtle deviations!
Doflamingo seized the opportunity and instantly broke in!
"ROOM Scan!" Luo urgently activated his ability, forcibly correcting his perception, and narrowly avoided a blow that would pierce his heart, but his left shoulder was grazed by the wires, and blood splattered on the snow.
"The ability to interfere with cognition—" Luo gritted his teeth.
Asclepius frowned slightly: "My domain can protect against physical and magical attacks, but spells that directly interfere with cognition—are somewhat troublesome."
"Fufufu—this is the diversity of Heroic Spirits." Doflamingo fell back onto the snow.
"Luo, do you understand now? You and this medical genius alone cannot defeat us."
He opened his arms.
"Join the Crusaders. I need your strength, I need the power of the God of Healing, we need everything that can fight against the World Government."
"And in exchange—" Doflamingo's gaze fell on Asclepius.
"I can provide all the resources to help Your Excellency the God of Healing research the possibility of resurrection."
"I know what you want, Rosinante. You want to see Rosinante one more time, don't you?"
Luo's heart skipped a beat.
But he immediately gritted his teeth and suppressed his hesitation.
"Stop joking." Luo's voice trembled with anger.
"Using the life Mr. Classon risked for, to help you achieve your goal?"
"Do you think everyone is like you, capable of using the death of a loved one as a bargaining chip?"
Doflamingo's smile vanished.
The wind and snow seemed to stand still at that moment.
"Law." Doflamingo's voice turned low, a tone Law had never heard before, almost calm.
"I understand that you hate me. You think I'm cold-blooded, that I disposed of Rosinante as a failure—maybe you're right."
"But you're wrong about one thing."
He looked at Luo, his eyes behind his sunglasses unreadable.
"I also hope he comes back."
Luo was stunned.
"What did you say?"
"I said, I also hope Rosinante will come back," Doflamingo repeated, his voice carrying a complex emotion that Law couldn't understand.
"It's not because of family ties; that stuff has long since gone bad in our Don Quixote family. It's because—"
He paused.
I need an answer.
"I need him to tell me in person why he chose to betray his family, why he chose to protect you, and why—he would rather die than come back to me."
Doflamingo raised his hand, and thin threads wrapped around his fingertips.
"Over the past eleven years, I have reviewed everything that happened that day countless times."
"My plan was flawless. I knew Rosinante's undercover identity all along. I deliberately let him steal the Operation Fruit. I arranged everything—"
"But I miscalculated one thing."
I misjudged his determination.
"I miscalculated—how far a person would go to protect another."
The wind and snow were howling.
Looking at Doflamingo, Law suddenly felt that the man in front of him had become a stranger.
This clown, who was always smiling, crazy, and cruel—now had no expression on his face, only a kind of weary calm.
"So, Law." Doflamingo put his smiling mask back on, but the smile was no longer exaggerated; instead, it was a negotiating smile.
"Let's make a deal."
"You and the God of Medicine should join the Crusades and help me fight against the World Government."
"And I will use all resources to help the God of Medicine research a way to bring Rosinante back."
"You want revenge, don't you? Then live on, become stronger, strong enough that one day you can kill me with your own hands."
"But before that, let's deal with our common enemy first."
"after all----"
His gaze was fixed on the distant sea.
"Am I the only one who truly killed Rosinante?"
Luo's breath hitched.
Scenes from eleven years ago flashed through my mind.
navy.
Warring States Period.
Those warships that surrounded us.
If it weren't for the navy's encirclement, if Mr. Classon had only had to face the Don Quixote family—perhaps he could have survived.
"You are—sowing discord," Luo said through gritted teeth.
"No, I'm just stating the facts," Doflamingo said, shrugging.
"The World Government, the Navy, the Celestial Dragons—this corrupt system is the breeding ground for all tragedies."
"The tragedy of Rosinante, your tragedy, the tragedy of Dressrosa, and even all the tragedies of this great pirate era, all stem from there."
"So, join me, Luo. Let's work together to make this world—"
His smile turned sinister.
"Burn to ashes."
Just as Luo fell silent, struggling intensely within himself—
boom!!!
On the other side of the snowfield, an explosion rang out!
A massive ice sheet was violently broken open, and a warship with animal heads crashed through the coastal ice and forcibly landed!
Jack's tall figure was the first to leap over, his heavy footsteps leaving deep craters in the snow.
Behind him, the warriors of the Beasts Pirates filed out, each exuding a fierce aura.
But all of these combined are not as good as the figure walking at the very front.
His blue hair danced wildly in the blizzard, and his crimson eyes burned like embers.
The crimson spear was casually slung over his shoulder, but its tip dripped some kind of liquid that would never solidify.
With each step he took, the snow beneath his feet melted and vaporized instantly, leaving behind charred footprints.
The Mad King, Cú Chulainn (AIter).
"Hmm?" He tilted his head, his gaze sweeping across the battlefield, lingering on Doflamingo for a moment before casually glancing away.
Finally, the image is fixed on Asclepius.
A pure and violent excitement ignited in those crimson eyes.
"Oh? This aura—not bad." Cú Chulainn grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth.
"Much better than the trash fish we've been dealing with lately. Interesting!"
He completely ignored Doflamingo and Law, pointing his spear directly at Asclepius.
"Hey, you over there with the snake staff. Let's fight."
It's not an inquiry, not an invitation; it's a straightforward declaration that brooks no refusal.
Doflamingo's smile froze.
The cadres behind him tensed up instinctively, their intuition telling them that this blue-haired hero was far more dangerous than they had imagined!
Luo also felt that oppressive feeling.
That wasn't the kind of oppressive power that Doflamingo possessed, which was characterized by calculation and control; rather, it was a violent will to destroy everything!
Asclepius calmly turned to face Cú Chulainn.
The golden snake on the caduceus raised its head and hissed a warning.
"You are a warrior corrupted by madness." The God of Healing's voice remained gentle, yet it carried a penetrating power that saw through to the essence of things.
"Your life force flows abnormally violently, like a runaway furnace. You need to rest and recuperate, not continue fighting."
"Rest in peace?" Cú Chulainn burst into laughter as if he had heard the funniest joke.
"Hahaha! God of Healing, have you misunderstood something? My purpose in existence is to fight! To destroy!"
"It's about burning this boring world to ashes!"
He took a step forward!
With just one step, it seemed as if the entire snowfield was trembling!
"Come! Let me see if you can heal yourself with my gun!"
The crimson spear thrust out fiercely!
No skill, no fancy moves, just the purest, most violent thrust!
But this thrust was so fast that it tore through the air, and the space itself was slightly distorted wherever the spear tip passed!
Asclepius slammed his caduceus on the ground: "Barrier of Life."
A greenish-blue light barrier instantly unfolded!
boom-!!!
The moment the spear tip collided with the light barrier, a deafening roar erupted!
The barrier of light trembled violently, and spiderweb-like cracks spread out! With just one strike, it almost shattered the God of Healing's defenses!
"Oh? Pretty hard." Cú Chulainn's excitement intensified. "How about this?"
He sheathed his gun and thrust again! This time, the gun was wreathed in dark red magic, an aura of curse and destruction!
"The Lance That Pierces Through Death (Gáe Bolg)!"
The barrier of light shattered instantly!
But Asclepius was no longer there.
Just before the light barrier shattered, his figure vanished like a phantom, only to reappear ten meters away.
That's not speed, but some kind of modification of the location of existence.
"Spatial abilities? No, it's something more fundamental—" Cú Chulainn licked his lips. "Interesting! Very interesting!"
He was about to give chase again.
Doflamingo turned around to face Jack and Cú Chulainn, his smile returning to its usual cynical tone.
"Fufufu—Hello, members of the Beasts Pirates! Long time no see. What's wrong? Doesn't Kaido even understand basic etiquette?"
"Enough with the nonsense!" Jack roared. "In this world, the strong rule! If you're not happy, let's fight!"
Cú Chulainn's spear was pointed at Doflamingo.
"I'm not interested in you. But if you try to stop me from completing my mission—I wouldn't mind playing along first."
The atmosphere instantly became tense.
A three-way standoff.
Law stood in the center, with Doflamingo and the Donquixote Family on his left, Jack and the Beasts Pirates on his right, and Asclepius in front of him.
Thirteen years ago, he was the child being protected, caught between two powerful forces, powerless and desperate.
Thirteen years later, he stood in the same spot, but this time he held a knife and had companions by his side.
Now, what should we do?
"Master," Asclepius said softly.
"A three-way battle is most disadvantageous for us. We need to break this deadlock as soon as possible. But this time, I'm still here."