The screams downstairs had merged into one, sounding like a grand, out-of-tune chorus.
The massive mahogany door shattered completely under Buck's monstrous strength, with wood splinters shooting out like shrapnel, turning several wealthy merchants who couldn't dodge in time into sieves.
Blood splattered onto the famous paintings hanging on the walls, adding a somewhat eerie post-modern style to those elegant works of art.
"Roar!"
Buck squeezed into the hall.
For the current him, this once spacious and luxurious hall felt a bit cramped.
He casually grabbed a marble pillar nearby, as easily as wielding a toothpick, and swept it outward.
"Bang!"
Several guards who tried to open fire were smashed into meat paste along with their guns, slowly sliding down the wall.
"Monster... stay back! I have money! I have a billion Berries!"
The fat merchant who had been clutching the box tightly sat paralyzed on the ground, his crotch soaked.
He grabbed handfuls of cash and jewelry, frantically throwing them at Buck.
"It's all yours! All yours! Please don't eat me!"
A rain of banknotes fell from the sky.
Buck's cloudy single eye rolled, looking at those colorful pieces of paper as an unintelligible low growl issued from his throat.
If it were the Buck of his previous life, he might have knelt down and called him Grandpa for this money.
But now, he was a carrier of the virus, a killing machine.
In his eyes, that grease-covered fat man was ten thousand times more tempting than the cash on the ground.
"Crack."
Buck's large hand grabbed the fat man's head like he was squeezing a grape.
With just a little force.
Red and white matter exploded.
The headless corpse twitched twice and stopped moving.
The VIP box on the second floor had long lost its previous elegance.
Roger was pinned firmly to the ground by the Licker, its barbed tongue scraping back and forth across his face, peeling away layers of flesh.
"No... don't..."
Roger looked despairingly at the red figure standing by the window.
Deadpool rested his chin on one hand, holding the remains of the shattered Den Den Mushi in the other, as if contemplating some philosophy of life.
"Tell me, is that pink-feathered flamingo so angry right now that he's plucking his own leg hair?"
Deadpool turned around, the white eyes on his mask narrowing into slits.
Roger opened his mouth, but before he could make a sound.
Puchi!
The Licker's sharp claws pierced his chest, and a still-beating heart was ripped out.
Deadpool waved his hand dismissively.
"How rude. I'm asking you a question and you have the nerve to die on me."
He walked to the shattered floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the living hell below.
The entire auction house had completely fallen.
Those normally high-and-mighty nobles and overbearing pirates were now all equal under the bites of the zombies.
Blood gathered into streams, winding across the floor.
Every person who died stood up again a few minutes later to join the carnival.
This was the horror of the Blacklight Virus.
Exponential spread, unstoppable assimilation.
"What a beautiful painting."
Deadpool spread his arms and took a deep breath of the blood-scented air.
"Although it's a bit less impressive than the fireworks show in Hiroshima, in this backward world without nuclear weapons, this is already a top-tier visual feast."
In his mind, the system notification sounds were spamming like crazy.
[Ding! Detected the total annihilation of the Iron Fang Island Auction House: Astonishment Points +3000!]
[Ding! Detected the host's actions caused a massive impact on the North Blue Underworld: Astonishment Points +500!]
[Ding! Detected the special story character "Doflamingo" is extremely enraged: Astonishment Points +2000!]
Looking at the more than ten thousand Astonishment Points that suddenly surged in his account, Mordred laughed under his mask.
This is the life a transmigrator should have.
Submissive? Barely surviving?
Those are the survival rules of the weak.
Since I'm here, I'm going to turn this world upside down...
New World, Dressrosa.
King's Plateau, by the Palace swimming pool.
The sun was bright, the breeze was gentle, and the air was filled with the scent of flowers.
This was a paradise completely different from Iron Fang Island.
But at this moment, this paradise was filled with a suffocating, low-pressure atmosphere.
"Behehehe... Doffy, who was that on the phone? Why are you so angry?"
A slovenly man with two long trails of snot hanging down, wearing a quilt-like cloak, approached.
He was a top officer of the Donquixote Family, Trebol.
Doflamingo didn't speak.
He still held the posture of answering the phone, clutching a pile of snail shell fragments and mechanical parts in his hand.
The veins on his temples writhed like earthworms, and behind those signature sunglasses, his eyes were already bloodshot.
"Deadpool..."
Doflamingo's voice was terrifyingly low, each word squeezed through his teeth.
"What's wrong, Doffy? Is it some rookie who doesn't know any better?"
Diamante also walked over, holding a longsword and practicing the new moves he had just learned.
"Iron Fang Island is gone."
Doflamingo let go.
The dust of the Den Den Mushi slipped through his fingers, scattering onto the expensive carpet.
"Gone?"
Trebol sniffled, a trace of confusion appearing on his vulgar face.
"Was it taken out by the Marines? Or some reckless Supernova?"
"No."
Doflamingo stood up, his pink feather coat moving without wind.
A terrifying burst of Conqueror's Haki erupted instantly.
Boom!
The water in the pool exploded into pillars dozens of meters high, and the surrounding lounge chairs and parasols instantly shattered.
Even Trebol and Diamante, the two top officers, were forced back a couple of steps by this aura, their expressions changing slightly.
Doffy was truly angry.
They hadn't seen this level of rage in many years.
"It's a piece of trash named Deadpool who talks a lot of smack."
Doflamingo grinned, revealing a row of ivory-white teeth, his smile hideous and twisted.
"He killed Roger and dared to provoke me to my face."
"Unforgivable! Absolutely unforgivable!"
Trebol trembled with rage, snot flying everywhere.
"Doffy! Let me go! I'll turn that guy into jerky! I'll show him what happens when you mess with the Donquixote Family!"
"No."
Doflamingo raised his hand, stopping the agitated Trebol.
He walked to the edge of the pool, looking at his own distorted face in the reflection, slowly calming his breathing.
"That virus that can turn people into monsters... very interesting."
The killing intent in Doflamingo's eyes gradually turned into greed.
If it's real, this kind of thing could sell for an astronomical price on the black market.
It could even become another bargaining chip in his hands, powerful enough to shake the world.
"Where are Buffalo and Baby 5?"
"They're on a mission in the North Blue, not far from Iron Fang Island," Diamante immediately answered.
"Have them go take a look."
Doflamingo sat back in his chair, taking the red wine handed over by a trembling maid.
"Tell them not to get too close; I want firsthand video footage of that island."
"Also, notify Vergo."
Doflamingo swirled his glass, the crimson wine matching the color of that "Deadpool."
"Have him use the Marine intelligence network to investigate for me."
"Even if you have to turn this ocean upside down, find that rat in the spandex suit for me."
"I want him alive."
"I want to skin him alive myself and see exactly what he's hiding under that foul mouth."
"Crack."
The wine glass shattered in his hand.