One Piece: New Century Hextech Warriors

In a certain kingdom in the North Sea, in a luxurious palace looted by the Don Quixote family.

"Ouch, that hurts so much!"

Doflamingo roared and raised his hand, shooting out several thin lines that sliced ​​the doctor in front of him into seven or eight pieces.

The remaining doctors shrank back into the corner, trembling with fear, but were ruthlessly driven back by Torrepol next to them.

"If the young master cries out in pain again, you will all die."

He threatened coldly.

Anyway, there are plenty of doctors in this kingdom, so it doesn't matter if a few more die.

These doctors, who had been hastily brought in from their homes, had no choice but to cautiously step forward and continue treating Dover.

It wasn't that their medical skills were lacking; it was simply that Dover's injuries were too severe.

Not only were his bones and internal organs almost completely shattered, but his skin was also burned so badly that not an inch of it was intact.

It's only because of someone as gifted as Dover that he could hold on; an ordinary person would have died countless times over.

The doctors worked tirelessly, sweating profusely, and finally managed to stabilize Dover's condition.

They were ushered out to wait for orders, leaving only a few core members of the Don Quixote family in the room.

"Once I recover, I'm going to kill him!"

"No, not just him, I also want to investigate his family. First, I'll kidnap them, then I'll cut off their heads one by one in front of him!"

Dover was wrapped in bandages like a mummy, his only moving part being his mouth, which kept cursing the Sith.

Only in this way could he feel some relief from his extreme physical and mental anguish.

Torrepol whispered a word of advice:

"Dover, we'll plan our revenge. For now, just focus on recovering."

As a calm and composed elder of the family, Torrebol didn't actually harbor much anger.

He was mostly filled with fear!

Although the other members did not show this emotion, Torrepol saw the same thought in their eyes.

Vergo, Serca, and Gladius are all high-ranking combatants within the family, with Vergo's status even comparable to that of Trebol.

As a result, they couldn't even last an hour against Uriel Sith!

The Don Quixote family members were filled with unease and couldn't help but imagine what it would be like if they faced the Sith.

Dover rolled his eyes and noticed the low spirits of his "family," and couldn't help but scold:

"Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing looking half-dead?"

"Rosinante is gone, Vergo and the others are dead. You are my only remaining family. Cheer up, all of you!"

Upon hearing Dover's words, the others' expressions brightened.

Yes, they are family, and they should do everything they can to help the young master in this critical moment!

"Don't worry, young master, we will definitely avenge you!"

Diamanti spoke out loudly, and the others echoed his sentiments.

Torrepol finally swore in a deep voice:

"If we don't avenge this, we'll all commit suicide!"

Seeing his family members looking so energetic, Dover finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The Donquixote Family is a very peculiar existence. Although Doflamingo is infamous, most of the family members are devoted to him. As long as they do not betray Doflamingo, their status and treatment are much better than other pirate crews of the same level.

That's why, while most pirate crews are scheming against each other, the Donquixote Pirates are quite harmonious.

Just as the atmosphere was becoming warm and cozy, Dover suddenly widened his eyes.

"Is the young master unwell?"

Torrepol, who was closest, noticed something was wrong and quickly went to check on the situation.

boom!

With a loud bang, Dover's body felt as if he had been punched by an invisible enemy. The bandages he had just wrapped torn apart, medicine splattered everywhere, his body convulsed violently a few times, and then he lost consciousness.

The people in the room were thrown against the wall by the shockwave and it took them a full two seconds to recover.

"Dover!"

Torrepol exclaimed in surprise and rushed forward, while the others ran to fetch the doctor.

After several more hours of work by the doctors, Dover finally woke up slowly.

"What just happened?"

"Doffer asked, staring with empty eyes."

He felt as if he had been punched hard, and then he couldn't remember anything.

Torrepol scratched his head with a serious expression:

"We don't know either; we were the only ones here at the time, there were no outsiders!"

Señor Pink paused for a moment, then frowned and said:

"Could it be that that damned navy guy did something, like leaving a bomb or something on the young master?"

The group snapped out of their daze and immediately began searching Dover's body, but found nothing.

"Open your mouth, let me see if it's hidden inside."

Torrepol pried open Doffer's mouth.

"Awooooo~"

Dover suddenly began to struggle violently, as if in great pain, causing Torrepol to release his grip.

"Dover, so the bomb was indeed hidden in your mouth?"

He quickly asked.

Dover spat a few times and glared at him fiercely:

"You idiot, your snot dripped into my mouth!"

Everyone: ...

In short, after searching, the group found nothing unusual about Dover.

Just then, there was another loud bang, and Dover's body felt like it had been punched hard again. He was in so much pain that he immediately foamed at the mouth and fainted again!

A few hours later.

"No, I'll die if this continues."

Dover forced himself to regain consciousness with sheer willpower, but he was already barely breathing.

The family members stood helplessly to the side, all with their heads down and saying nothing.

No matter how outrageous things got, they had to confirm one thing—

Uriel Sith has definitely planted a time bomb on the young master!

"It might be that black flash."

Dover gritted his teeth and spat out a few words.

He fought Sith for a long time and was deeply impressed by the guy's Black Flash, which even made him more wary than Sith's Conqueror's Haki.

Doflamingo knew very little about Black Flash, but speculated that it was the result of mastering Armament Haki to its extreme and then combining it with some of the Ripple Fist created by the Sith.

It's possible that the black flash has some kind of magical ability that can delay the release of an attack, which is why we're in this situation now!

Although this ability was too incredible, Dover couldn't think of any other possibility.

Looking back now, it's likely that Sith let him go on purpose, just to set him up.

Holy crap, how could the Sith be so evil!

He quickly ordered Torrepol:

"Quickly, call Uriel Sith!"

Since the Sith didn't kill him outright, it means they wanted to negotiate with him.

As a businessman, he excels at negotiation.

Inside the cabins of a naval warship.

Sith was passing the time on his way back, holding a can of chilled orange juice in his left hand and flipping through a comic book about Germa 66 in his right.

Just then, the Den Den Mushi suddenly started beeping. Sith glanced at his watch and chuckled softly.

"It's about time."

He answered the phone, and the Den Den Mushi transformed into Dover's bruised and battered face.

"Uriel Sith, what have you done to me?!"

Dover, no longer bothering with beating around the bush, went straight to the point and asked the question.

Sith put down the orange juice and said with a mocking smile:

"Ah, it's the King of the North Sea."

Hearing the Sith's mocking voice, Dover's heart sank completely.

This guy is definitely responsible for this!

"What kind of filth did you leave inside me?"

He forcibly suppressed his anger and asked.

"Hey, don't say such awful things."

Sith clicked his tongue and shook his head, too lazy to tease him anymore, and slowly said:

"As you probably guessed, my attack left a small mark on you. Judging by the time, that power should have erupted twice already."

"If you don't do as I say, it will happen a third time."

He wasn't lying; he had indeed planted a hidden threat on Doflamingo, but not the Black Flash or Ripple Fist Doflamingo suspected, but rather—

[Kill Time LV2: Attacks marked enemies, stores 30% attack damage, and releases it after 8/16 hours. Cooldown: 72 hours. Upgrade requires 9 million Berries.]

This is the Gold-tier Hextech Gundam that he hasn't used yet!

Sith knew how troublesome Dover was, so before setting off for Minnion Island, he did a lottery and happened to draw the "Time to Kill" card.

This Hextech ability allows him to mark an enemy after an attack hits, and store 30% of the damage from that attack, releasing it after 8 hours.

This is a very powerful Hextech, so Sith immediately emptied his savings to upgrade [Time to Kill] to LV2.

In this way, the 30% damage stored from a single attack will be released after 8 hours and 16 hours respectively!

[Time to Kill] This skill has a 72-hour cooldown. Sith had been waiting for his chance until Dover finally escaped. He unleashed a Black Flash, marking Dover with a silver mark... no, a mark, and then waited for the explosion.

A Black Flash with only 30% of its power might not seem like much under normal circumstances, but it was enough to kill Doflamingo when he was low on health.

Dover's body was now covered in wounds, and waves of unbearable pain surged through him.

He couldn't care less about revenge anymore and quickly asked:

"Tell me, what do you want me to do?"

Sith spoke softly:

"Six billion pegories, transferred from the bank, and then I'll tell you how to solve it."

Doflamingo was startled and sat bolt upright, blood spurting from his wounds. He immediately collapsed back onto the bed in pain, startling Torrepol and the others who rushed to bandage him.

"Uriel Sith, are you insane?!"

Dover started cursing.

He had a vague idea that Sith wanted money. He had given plenty of money to the high-ranking officials of the Navy before. The problem was that six billion was too much. He could take it if he really wanted to, but the Don Quixote family would probably go bankrupt on the spot.

Sith chuckled:

"Don't try to play the poor card with me. Your wealth probably exceeds that of several former member states combined, right?"

"Besides, you sent people to secretly investigate me before, which caused me a lot of trouble. Isn't it only right that I pay a little price?"

Dover gripped the Den Den Mushi tightly and threatened sharply:

"I'll call Naval Headquarters right now and expose your crimes!"

He was truly at his wit's end. The number one villain in Beihai had actually called to report someone for extortion, turning against the Heavenly Gang.

To everyone's surprise, Sith smiled without any panic:

"Fine, let's put aside whether the Navy believes you or me, and whether they'll think this is a low-level attempt to sow discord."

"Even if they believe it, I don't need to elaborate on how much damage this will do to your reputation once it gets out."

His words calmed Dover down.

Although I'm very reluctant to admit it, Sith is right.

On one side is a naval genius who has just awakened his Conqueror's Haki, and on the other side is a villain who has just been defeated. As long as Sengoku and the others are in their right minds, they know which side to believe.

Moreover, news of the Minnion Island incident has already spread. The Don Quixote family has already lost enough face. If people find out that he had no choice but to call the navy to report him, the entire underground market will probably burst into laughter, and he won't be able to do business anymore.

As he remained silent, Sith played his final card:

"Time is running out."

"I guess given your current physical condition, you probably won't be able to withstand a third blow."

hateful!

Dover was trembling with rage, and the core members of the family also looked aggrieved.

Since the Donquixote Pirates were founded, they have never seen their young master so frustrated!

"What do you need so much money for? Aren't you afraid of being discovered by the Navy?"

Dover couldn't help but press for more information.

Sith said indifferently:

"You don't need to worry about that."

No matter how many Beli are involved, the system can absorb them instantly.

As for the bank transfer issue... he helped the Revolutionary Army before not just for moral reasons, but also to let them act as his front men at crucial moments.

The revolutionary army has developed rapidly in recent years, and its achievements have not only included overthrowing several royal families, but also making significant strides in other areas.

For example, the numerous banks scattered around the world that secretly cooperated with them were enough to allow the Sith to obtain this huge sum of money without anyone noticing, and without worrying about being discovered by the Navy.

Sith planned to have Dover transfer the money to these banks separately, and then have Big Bear and the others hand it over to him in one go.

If it were anyone else, Sith would be worried about things being exposed or being double-crossed, but he had complete peace of mind leaving it to Big Bear.

That guy would rather sell himself than let his friend suffer.

"I promise you, but six billion is too much, I can't do it."

Dover said these words weakly, feeling even weaker.

Sith laughed:

"It's okay, we can talk about it slowly."

After some haggling, Dover decided to offer 4.838 billion Berry.

That's enough to buy the head of a pirate emperor!

Of course, the Pirate Emperor's actual wealth far exceeds this figure.

"Now you can tell me how to get rid of that power within you, right?"

Dover asked impatiently.

Sith calmly said:

"No rush, let's talk about it after you've transferred most of the money."

He hung up the phone after he finished speaking.

"Damn it!"

Dover considered all the possible curses, then turned to see Torrepol and the others standing there with expressions of grief and indignation.

"What are you waiting for? Hurry up and start saving money!"

He was shouting and cursing.