After Lucas killed Doflamingo, a flicker of regret crossed his mind. He had promised Tesoro the chance to deal with Doflamingo personally. Their hatred ran deep—two men with connected backgrounds, one a former slave of the Celestial Dragons and the other once a Celestial Dragon, standing on opposite sides of fate. But amidst the chaos and Lucas's swift efficiency, he'd forgotten. And now, Doflamingo lay dead at his feet.
Well, that's going to be an awkward conversation, Lucas thought, scratching the back of his head.
But there was a silver lining. Though Doflamingo was gone, his network of underlings still roamed free. I'll let Tesoro clean them up. That should make up for it.
With a flick of his hand, Lucas created a Shadow Clone, instructing it to use the Flying Thunder God Technique to return to the Golden City and bring Tesoro over to handle the aftermath.
Once Dressrosa was securely in Tesoro's hands, Lucas turned his attention back to more pressing matters. The Vinsmoke Judge had finally arrived.
In the Golden City—
The scene unfolding was almost comical.
"What are you doing? Ichiji, Niji, Yonji—how dare you attack me?!"
Judge's booming voice echoed through the grand halls, his eyes bulging with disbelief as his three sons closed in on him with cold, calculated steps.
"Father,—just give up."
"Yeah, we don't want to hurt you."
"But if you resist, we won't hesitate."
The robotic monotony of their voices sent a chill down Judge's spine. His face flushed with anger, veins popping at his temples.
"Reiju!" he barked, swiveling his gaze to his daughter, who stood calmly off to the side. "What the hell is going on?! Didn't you say they were injured by Lucas? Why are they not only fine but attacking me?!"
Before Reiju could answer, a familiar, mocking voice cut through the tension.
"Allow me to answer that."
In a blink, Lucas appeared in the room, his signature smirk firmly in place.
Judge's fury redirected at once. "Lucas! What have you done to my sons?!"
Lucas chuckled, stepping closer, his presence radiating quiet dominance. "You see, Judge, it's all thanks to your brilliant work." He gestured toward the three brothers, who stood motionless, awaiting orders. "You programmed them for absolute obedience, didn't you?"
Judge's face darkened. "Of course. They were designed to follow my every command."
Lucas's grin widened. "Well, I just modified who they obey."
Judge's eyes widened in horror. "That's impossible!"
"Not at all," Lucas replied smoothly. "Your science isn't as foolproof as you think. You didn't hardwire them to obey you specifically. They follow the master of Germa 66. And with a little help from Pudding, I tweaked their memories. In their minds, I am the true leader of Germa 66."
Judge's fists clenched, his body trembling with rage. "You—"
Lucas's expression darkened, the smirk fading. "Enough. Make your choice, Judge. Do you want to die here, or will you become my subordinate?"
Judge glanced at his three sons, whose eyes bore into him without a shred of emotion. Then his gaze flicked to Reiju, who met his stare with indifference. The weight of reality pressed down on him like a boulder.
He sighed deeply, the fight draining from his body. "I surrender."
Lucas nodded approvingly. "Smart choice." He created another Shadow Clone and gave it simple instructions: "Take him to the lab. I'm sure Caesar and Law will enjoy his company. A man like him is wasted on the battlefield. Let him focus on what he does best—science."
As Judge was led away, Lucas turned his attention to Reiju, his playful smile returning.
"With your father busy in the lab, you'll be in charge of Germa 66 from now on."
Reiju blinked in surprise, shaking her head. "I don't want anything to do with Germa 66. Why make me the leader?"
Lucas sighed, folding his arms. "Because there's no one better suited for it." He began ticking off reasons on his fingers. "Judge is out of the picture. Your brothers? They're brainless puppets. But you—" He pointed at her. "You've got the strength, the bloodline, and most importantly, the heart they lack."
Reiju looked away, conflicted. "I don't want it."
"Want it or not, you're the only one capable. Think about it," Lucas said softly, his tone gentler now. "Germa doesn't have to be what it was. You can make it something better."
After listening to Lucas's analysis, Reiju was dumbfounded. That being said, there is really no one suitable to lead Germa except her. but…
"Don't you have a lot of strong subordinates?" Reiju asked, her tone laced with exhaustion. "Just send any one of them to lead Germa 66."
Lucas shook his head, a knowing smile tugging at his lips. "As far as I know, Germa 66 isn't like other troops. This is a scientific force. It needs to be led with scientific precision. My men are strong, sure, but leading this army in battle?" He trailed off, raising an eyebrow.
Reiju sighed, nodding silently. He was right. Germa 66's strength came from its specialized technology, and without someone familiar with its inner workings, it would be like handing a sword to someone who'd never seen one before. But even with that truth staring her in the face, she still recoiled at the thought.
"I'm tired of leading Germa 66 into battles," Reiju admitted quietly. "I don't want to drag them into wars anymore."
Lucas chuckled, his voice warm but firm. "Who said anything about battle?" His words made Reiju pause. "In the future, the Germa 66 you lead will only need to cooperate with Zephyr and Aokiji on patrols."
Reiju blinked in disbelief. "Germa 66... doing patrol duty? You're serious?"
Reiju was speechless. She couldn't tell if Lucas was being arrogant or just painfully honest. But strangely enough, his dismissal of Germa 66's combat abilities brought her an odd sense of relief. If he didn't see them as vital for his wars, that meant she wouldn't be forced into battles anymore.
Lucas must have noticed her shifting thoughts. "Relax," he said gently. "I told you from the start—I'm not interested in Germa's army. What I am interested in is Germa's technology."
That caught Reiju's attention. She quickly offered, "The snail ship carrying all of Germa's tech arrived with Judge. I can show you around."
With Reiju leading the way and the three emotionless Vinsmoke brothers flanking them, Lucas entered Germa's science laboratory without a hitch. Surprisingly, the Germa scientists welcomed him with open arms, eager to showcase their creations.
Rows of nutrient tanks lined the walls, filled with clones in various stages of development. The sterile, metallic scent of the lab mixed with the soft hum of machinery. As the scientists explained the processes behind their creations, the chat group erupted in disbelief.
In the Chat Group—
Whitebeard: "Is this the power of science? Creating humans... this is terrifying."
Golden Lion Shiki: "It's impressive, though. Making an adult in just five years? Strong, durable, and fearless—they're the perfect soldiers."
Howard Stark: "Lucas, are you planning to use this technology for your own army?"
Lucas: "Of course not. Soldiers at this level are useless to me."
Sword God Ryuma: "Then why even bother with this? Besides creating these inhumane clones, what's the point?"
Lucas: "Oh, there's plenty of use. This tech isn't just for making full humans. It can also be used to create body parts."
The chat paused, several members curious.
Lucas continued, "For example, we can use this to make a new arm for Zephyr, complete with his own cellular structure."
Howard Stark: "Now that's an idea—using science to restore lost limbs. That's revolutionary."
Lucas: "Exactly. But I'll need Judge and Caesar to work a bit harder. The more they compete, the more breakthroughs I'll have to absorb."
Meanwhile, in Dressrosa—
The city gleamed under the midday sun, its buildings turned into solid gold under Tesoro's command. He sneered, manipulating the precious metal with ease, suppressing Doflamingo's scattered soldiers and cadres like insects underfoot.
"Mr. Tesoro," a voice called out.
Tesoro turned to see Rob Lucci approaching, his face as unreadable as ever.
"What's going on between you and Lucas?" Lucci asked in a low tone, his eyes narrowing.
Tesoro let out a humorless laugh. "That bastard stole one of my key people and forced me to help him deal with Doflamingo." His face twisted in resentment. "If I could beat him, I would've handled him myself a long time ago."
Lucci's gaze remained impassive. "Why hasn't the World Government eliminated him, then?"
Tesoro scoffed. "You think I know? That's your department." But then, with a bitter edge, he added, "He took Baccarat from me. My dealer—the one with the Lucky-Lucky Fruit."
Lucci nodded thoughtfully, tucking that information away. Without another word, he turned and walked off, already planning to verify Tesoro's claims.
Watching Lucci's retreating figure, Tesoro sneered. "World Government, Celestial Dragons… your days are numbered."
Later that night…
After imprisoning the rest of Doflamingo's men in golden restraints, Tesoro made his exit, leaving the cleanup to his subordinates. On the surface, he and Lucas maintained a professional distance, but in private, they shared an understanding.
"Good work," Lucas said, nodding in approval as he surveyed Tesoro's handiwork.
Before they could exchange more words, a grating, high-pitched voice echoed from the golden prison.
"Lucas! You killed Doffy?! I'll make you pay!"
It was Pica, one of Doflamingo's top cadres. The man was tall and imposing, his burly figure casting a large shadow—but his voice was thin, shrill, and comically mismatched to his appearance.
In the Chat Group—
Pirate King Roger: "What's up with this guy? That voice is hilarious!"
Gold Thief Woonan: "It's not just the voice. It's the whole package—looks scary, sounds ridiculous."
Howard Stark: "Scientifically speaking, it makes no sense for someone that size to sound like that!"
Golden Lion Shiki: "Maybe Lucas should dissect him and figure it out."
Howard Stark: "What are you, some kind of mad scientist?"
Golden Lion Shiki: "Nah, but Lucas is. He'll probably turn Pica into some lab experiment. Call it 'waste utilization.'"
Lucas: "Exactly. Sacrifices are necessary for scientific progress. Why waste good materials?"
Suddenly, a series of notifications echoed through the chat.
Ding! Doflamingo has joined the chat group!
Ding! Second Mizukage—Gengetsu Hōzuki has joined the chat group!
Ding! Uchiha Madara has joined the chat group!
Ding! Fourth Hokage—Namikaze Minato has joined the chat group!
Ding! Uchiha Shisui has joined the chat group!
The chat fell silent for a moment as everyone processed the sudden influx of powerful new members.
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