Onepiece: I'm Gojo Satoru

Seven days after setting out, Satoru stepped foot on Dressrosa, the kingdom known for its lively atmosphere and thriving populace. This time, he came alone, leaving the G8 base under strict orders to maintain full combat readiness in his absence.

"Superficial prosperity," Satoru muttered to himself, standing at the bustling port. The streets brimmed with joy, the locals appearing content and carefree. However, beneath the surface, the truth was evident to his discerning eyes. The dolls working the streets, their expressions forlorn, were once living beings—victims of a sinister transformation.

In the royal palace, Doflamingo lounged casually, sipping from a wine glass.

"Young Master, Admiral White Dragon has arrived at the port," reported Torrebol, his tone laced with urgency.

"What is he doing here?" Doflamingo's brows furrowed. As a seasoned tactician and one of the shadow rulers of the underworld, he understood the gravity of the admiral's presence.

"He isn't heading toward the palace. He's wandering the streets like a tourist," Torrebol replied, his voice uncertain.

Doflamingo clenched his wine glass tightly, cracks spidering across its surface. He knew better than to underestimate an admiral, especially one as enigmatic as White Dragon.

"Keep him under close surveillance," Doflamingo ordered. "If he's here openly, it means he doesn't care about being watched. I need to know his intentions."

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Strolling leisurely through the streets, Satoru enjoyed the sights, an ice cream in hand. The joyful facade of the kingdom didn't fool him, but he wasn't in a rush to confront its master. For now, he basked in the rare chance to explore.

"Well, that's enough sightseeing. Time to get to work," he murmured, finishing the last bite of his ice cream. In an instant, his figure disappeared from the bustling street, leaving his watchers scrambling.

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In the palace, Doflamingo felt a sudden shift in the air. Turning around, he found himself face-to-face with Satoru, the White Dragon. The admiral stood there with an easy smile, his presence filling the room with a suffocating weight.

"Yo, Doflamingo. First time meeting, isn't it?" Satoru said casually.

The Donquixote family burst into the room, their faces pale as they realized the gravity of the situation.

"It's quite the unexpected visit, Admiral White Dragon," Doflamingo said, forcing his usual laugh. Yet his tone betrayed his unease. "What brings you here?"

"Why would an admiral visit a pirate?" Satoru replied, his tone light but laced with subtle menace.

The atmosphere grew tense. Doflamingo's subordinates instinctively moved into battle stances, while the man himself manipulated near-invisible threads toward Satoru.

The threads, however, stopped short, severed mid-air.

"Friendly advice," Satoru said, his smile never wavering. "Don't try anything reckless in front of me. Otherwise, I can't guarantee what'll happen next."

Before anyone could react further, a young girl with a sweet smile stepped forward. "Big brother, you're so cool! Can I shake your hand?"

"Is this allowed?" Satoru asked, his gaze piercing through Doflamingo.

"Sugar, step back!" Doflamingo barked, his voice tinged with desperation.

But it was too late. Sugar froze mid-step as Satoru unleashed a fraction of his conqueror's haki, the immense pressure washing over her. She collapsed instantly, unconscious.

Outside the palace, the cries of terror from the citizens echoed as Satoru's haki rippled outward.

The tension in the room reached its peak. Doflamingo and his top lieutenants, usually so composed, wore expressions of sheer dread.

"Now, shall we get down to business?" Satoru asked, his smile sharp as a blade.