Chapter 18 — Doflamingo Liquidates His Assets, the Bloody Lottery Fund!
Doflamingo lay sprawled among the rubble.
He couldn't move.
Above his head, a massive spiked club—still dripping with his own blood—hung ominously in the air.
In front of him stood Akira, gripping the handle of that weapon with both hands.
He positioned himself carefully—like a professional golfer preparing for a flawless opening swing.
His target—
was the head of the Heavenly Yaksha himself.
"Fuuuh…"
Akira exhaled slowly, a measured breath that carried a strange calmness.
The calm before a perfect strike.
That serene, unshakable composure—
the kind of quiet confidence that saw a Warlord like Doflamingo as nothing but dust beneath his feet—
was far more terrifying than Yamato's wild rampage moments ago.
Doflamingo felt the air tighten around him.
His lungs burned.
The atmosphere itself seemed to collapse inward, crushing him.
Death had never felt this close before.
What good was his Conqueror's Haki now?
What about the String-String Fruit, his awakened Devil Fruit powers that once made him feel untouchable?
Before the raw, monstrous presence radiating from that club—the weapon that still carried traces of Kaido's aura—
all of it felt utterly meaningless.
His bones groaned weakly,
as if weeping.
The searing pain in his neck told him a simple truth—
He was finished.
Once that club came down, there would be no more Donquixote Doflamingo in Dressrosa.
"No…"
The tip of the spiked club began to descend.
That motion—slow, deliberate—
was the beginning of his execution.
"No!!!"
Doflamingo's survival instinct exploded.
He couldn't die here!
He still had ambitions!
He hadn't avenged himself against the Celestial Dragons who had cast him into hell!
He refused to die at the hands of two nobodies the world had never even heard of!
"I…"
Blood gurgled from his throat as he forced his voice out.
"I…"
"I'll… give it to you!"
Akira paused.
The club stopped mere centimeters above Doflamingo's skull—so close that he could feel the air split around him.
"How much?"
Akira's tone was flat. Calm. As if they were simply discussing the weather.
"T-three… three billion Berry…"
"Three billion Berry!!!" Doflamingo screamed, his pride crumbling into dust.
"You should've said that earlier."
In an instant, Akira's cold expression vanished—replaced by a pleasant, almost friendly smile.
Under his foot, Doflamingo's blood-soaked grin trembled in agony. It was the smile of a man who wished he could cry.
Akira raised the club, then slammed it vertically into the ground with a solid thunk.
His face relaxed into something almost kind—
as if the devil from moments ago had never existed.
"Come on, Doffy."
He crouched slightly, giving the Warlord a gentle smile that somehow felt even more dangerous.
"The ground's cold. Get up."
He extended a hand toward him.
Doflamingo froze.
He stared at that hand—
clean, composed, utterly at odds with the blood spattered across his own face.
Akira patted his shoulder—
then pressed down on his head.
CRACK!
"AAARRRGHHHH—!!!"
A blood-curdling scream ripped through the ruins.
Doflamingo's fractured neck—
was forcibly snapped back into place!
Agonizing pain shot through every nerve, followed by a numbing, eerie relief—
his body slowly responding again.
He could move.
Akira smiled faintly and pulled him up by the arm.
Tap, tap.
He even brushed some of the dust and debris from Doflamingo's shredded feather coat,
as though tidying up a business partner after a meeting.
"Pleasure doing business with you, Doffy."
"…"
Doflamingo stood stiffly in place.
The muscles in his face twitched uncontrollably.
Behind his sunglasses, veins pulsed violently.
"Pleasure doing business"…?
Three billion Berry?!
That wasn't three hundred million.
Not even three million.
That was his entire fortune—
the result of years of dirty work in the underworld.
The SMILE factories, the weapons trade, the slave routes, the heavenly taxes—
everything!
All the blood, all the sweat, all the empire he'd built brick by brick—
gone.
Stripped away by one man,
with one casual sentence…
and one swing of a club.
His chest burned with rage.
His organs churned.
But—
did he dare resist?
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her—
Yamato.
Standing tall, resting her Hassaikai on her shoulder,
eyes gleaming with excitement, as if asking:
"You're still standing? Want round two?"
A shiver crawled down Doflamingo's spine.
He didn't dare say no.
"Haaaah…"
Suppressing his fury, humiliation, and pain, he finally spoke.
"Lord Akira," he said through a forced grin that sounded more like a groan.
"The three billion Berry… I'll pay it."
"But…"
His tone softened,
testing the waters carefully.
"As you know, I—Joker—manage most of my assets through the underground."
"Much of my wealth is tied up in properties here in Dressrosa."
"The SMILE factories, the port facilities, the House of Toys, even the royal palace itself…"
"They're all immovable assets."
He spread his hands in a show of helplessness.
"To convert all of that into liquid funds…"
"It would take time."
"At least a few months before I can gather the full amount."
His eyes darted toward Akira,
searching for a sign of impatience, any weakness to exploit.
But Akira only nodded lightly,
completely unfazed.
"Oh, liquidation? I see."
"No problem."
But deep down, Akira's thoughts moved elsewhere.
System, he called inwardly,
he says it'll take months to cash out his assets. Can you help with that?
[Ding!]
The cold, mechanical voice answered immediately.
[System can assist the host in forcibly liquidating third-party assets.]
Akira's eyes lit up.
Seriously?
[Condition:]
[The third party must voluntarily sign an asset transfer agreement, granting temporary ownership rights to the host.]
"Voluntarily, huh…"
Akira's gaze drifted toward Doflamingo.
"Yeah. I'm sure he'll be very willing."
"So, Doffy," he said aloud with a calm smile,
"you said it'll take a few months, right?"
"Y-yes! Exactly!"
Doflamingo nodded quickly, hiding his relief.
Good. He's losing interest. If I can stall him, I might still find a way out.
Akira chuckled softly.
"Relax. I hate waiting too."
He turned his wrist slightly—
—and in an instant, a neatly printed document materialized in his hand.
A contract—
straight from the System Store.
"Voluntary Asset Transfer Agreement."
Akira produced a pen as well.
Swish—
He tossed both the document and the pen toward Doflamingo.
"Here. Sign this."
"Ah?"
Doflamingo blinked in confusion, catching the paper.
"An… asset transfer agreement?"
He lowered his gaze and began to read.
The contract was brutally short:
| Party A: Donquixote Doflamingo
| Party B: Akira
| Party A hereby voluntarily transfers all assets under his name to Party B, without compensation of any kind. |
A blank space waited neatly for his signature.
But instead of despair, a spark of cunning lit up behind Doflamingo's shades.
A contract?
He wants me to sign a contract?
He's asking the Joker of the underworld to sign an official document like this?
Hahahaha… how ridiculous!
He actually believes in formal paperwork?
Inwardly, Doflamingo laughed, dark and loud.
He really thinks that if he has a written deed, he can liquidate my empire?
Idiot.
Utter fool.
He almost wanted to laugh out loud.
He has no idea that every single asset in Dressrosa is tied to my underground identity as Joker. Without my connections, without my network, even if he holds every ownership certificate, he won't be able to sell a single building.
He'll have to go through the same channels I do. The same tedious, labyrinthine web of brokers and smugglers.
And that will take time—a long time.
A plan formed instantly in his mind.
Perfect.
This is my chance to buy time.
I'll play along. Pretend to cooperate.
I'll sign the damn paper.
Then I'll let him waste weeks—months—trying to "manage" my assets.
Once I have time…
I'll contact Kaido!
I'll report this little traitor myself!
Stealing Seastone and extorting one of Kaido's business partners behind his back?
With Kaido's insane temper…
He'll come personally to rip this fool apart!
When that happens…
Akira dies.
And everything—
all the assets—will eventually return to me.
At worst, Kaido takes a share.
Still far better than actually paying three billion in cash.
Fufufufufufu…!
Within seconds, hell turned into paradise in Doflamingo's mind.
Barely containing his twisted joy, he lifted his head.
His expression softened, shifting into a picture-perfect mask of defeat—
the look of a broken man submitting to fate.
"Alright…"
His hand trembled as he picked up the pen.
Amid the rubble, with painstaking slowness, he scrawled his name:
Donquixote Doflamingo.
"Good."
Akira rolled up the contract neatly.
The ink dried instantly.
[Ding! Asset Transfer Agreement successfully authorized!]
[All assets registered under Donquixote Doflamingo have been fully transferred to the user.]
Doflamingo feigned exhaustion, panting weakly while secretly counting down in his head.
Go on, leave already.
Go cash it out, you fool.
The moment I get to a Den Den Mushi… that's the end for you!
But Akira's voice cut through his thoughts.
"System," he said calmly, "scan all the assets that are now under my name. What's the total value?"
[Ding! Scanning complete.
All assets, including properties, stocks, bonds, and liquid funds, total 3.24 billion Berry.]
Akira's lips curved slightly.
"Not bad, Doffy."
"Even more than I expected—3.24 billion, huh?"
"You're better at hiding money than I thought."
"Fufufu… it's nothing much," Doflamingo chuckled dryly, thinking it was praise.
"Alright then. Liquidate everything."
Akira said it so casually it didn't even sound like an order.
[Confirm: Do you wish to immediately liquidate all transferred assets?]
"Yes."
The word left his lips.
BOOOOOOM!!!
A violent tremor shook the ground beneath them.
"Hmm?!"
Doflamingo's eyes widened.
"An earthquake?"
But in the very next heartbeat—
—the earth beneath them vanished.
"UWAAAAAAAH!!"
The entire castle of the King's Plateau, along with its foundation, walls, and the hall where his top officers were still embedded—
everything that had been tagged by the System as a transferred asset—
disappeared.
Literally.
Gone.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The three of them—Akira, Yamato, and Doflamingo—plummeted straight down as the plateau imploded.
Doflamingo, caught completely off guard, hit the ground first with a thunderous crash, his head bouncing against the dirt.
When the dust settled…
The King's Plateau was gone.
On Akira's system interface, numbers began to climb rapidly.
[Funds acquired: +3.24 billion Berry]
Akira straightened his back and stretched lazily.
"All done."
He glanced at the man beside him.
"Doffy?"
"Doffy?"
He gave him a light kick.
The Warlord, whose neck had only just been reset moments ago, lay motionless on the ground.
Slowly, painfully, Doflamingo lifted his head.
The wind swept across the empty plains.
The palace—
the castle—
the treasure vault—
Everything…
was gone.
Not even a single brick remained.
"No…"
"No…!!!"
Doflamingo's entire body stiffened, eyes widening in disbelief.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!"
Blood rushed to his head.
The Heavenly Yaksha—
the Joker, ruler of the underworld—
was utterly, completely ruined.
He collapsed face-first into the barren earth, screaming with every ounce of his soul.
"I—"
"I LOST MY ENTIRE PALACE!!!"
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