Doomsday, starting from One Piece World

Hey?

Garfiel's first reaction when he heard this was to throw his sun hat, but when he put his hand on the brim of his hat, he recalled that Doug, who could single-handedly defeat all the cadres of the Don Quixote family, seemed... There is really a slight possibility of defeating Doflamingo.

"You guy!" Garfiel sighed: "Don't just rely on your brute strength to do anything. This world is not as simple as you think. The water in it is very deep..."

"Hmm." Doug killed all the remaining bettas and then said vaguely: "Can you find a way to get me a good knife?"

"A humanoid ferocious beast actually wants to use a knife?" Although Garfiel had never seen Doug take action in person, he knew just how heavy Doug's fist was just by looking at Pika's miserable appearance.

For such a monster, using a knife is really a waste of talent.

"It's because others will have prejudices like you when they see me, that's why I need a sword to decorate." Doug stood up and pointed his thumb at himself: "My dream is to be a big sword in white clothes. Hao!"

"Really? I thought I heard someone say just now that his dream is to live as he pleases."

"Is there a rule that a person can only have one dream?"

Garfiel was at a loss for words and couldn't talk to him, so he changed the subject and said, "Let's go, I'll take you around the town and see if I can find a good knife."

There is no hope for famous swords. Dressrosa is not a great country with swordsmen. There are not many people with high attainments in swordsmanship, and swordsmiths are an even scarcer resource.

"Ho~~" Doug raised his arms, "If you tell me this, I won't be sleepy anymore."

……

A knife shop in a certain town in Dressrosa.

"Boss, I want to buy a knife."

"Here, welcome." The sharp-tongued boss put down the newspaper, rubbed his hands with a smile on his face, and almost had the word "profiteer" carved on his face. "We have old knives, new knives, and new knives. Our store is a time-honored brand that has been in business for 300 years."

But when he saw the person coming clearly, his expression suddenly changed and he said coldly: "Why are you such a poor guy? Every time you say you want to buy a knife, you don't bring the money. If you dare to mess around today, I will call you directly." The Navy."

"Hehehehehe, look what you said." The pale man smiled strangely and took out a wad of tattered banknotes, "This is 20 Baileys."

"20??" The boss's eyes instantly changed into the shape of "Pele". He rubbed his hands and pointed in one direction: "The sabers there are all worth 20 Baileys. Guests, please choose whatever you want."

The pale-faced man did not go to the area designated by the boss, but instead walked towards the corner of the store.

"Hey~ Guest, guest!" The boss put away the Bailey and trotted over, reminding: "There are all dull knives in here, and each one is only 5 Bailey..."

"To shut up!!"

A loud shout interrupted all the words that came to the boss's mouth.

What's so bad about it? I'm sorry I was kind enough to remind you~

The aggrieved boss walked away in embarrassment and comforted himself: "Don't worry about this ignorant guy. No one buys dull knives anyway. Even if he just takes 4 of them, I will still make a profit." '

Several pale-faced men stumbled to the bamboo basket filled with knives, looking at the knives like drug addicts.

I can hear a voice calling me...

The man squatted down and rummaged through the bamboo basket with trembling fingers.

Every time I pass this store I hear your voice, "Come here kid, come here...you are the chosen one, the man who is going to be a swordsman!"

"So I'm here! As promised!" The man's eyes burst out with a fanatical look, and he grasped a certain saber's knife, "Now... fulfill your promise!"

"Ha~" The boss opened his sleepy eyes and murmured: "Have you finally made your choice? You can still choose..."

With a clang, the chair was pushed down.

"Wait!" The boss stood up hastily and said in a horrified tone: "You, what you are holding in your hand is..."

"Hehehehehe." The man looked at the knife in his hand with fascination, and his tone was as soft as if he was talking to his lover: "I understand, I understand. You said you long for blood, right? Don't worry..."

"Immediately... let you drink enough!!"

As the solemn tone fell, the man suddenly turned around, rushed towards the boss quickly, raised the knife in his hand, and slashed hard!

"what--!!"

The boss screamed and sat down on the ground.

The knife passed over his head dangerously and then hit the counter.

"Um~" The man's right arm holding the knife became dry, as if the moisture had been sucked away.

But instead of feeling scared, he rolled his eyes with an expression of enjoyment.

Looking at the counter that was split into two, the boss was so frightened that his limbs became weak. He was confident that the hardness of his skull must be stronger than the counter, but this did not mean that he was qualified to touch this knife.

The man raised the knife high and raised his face with an extremely happy expression.

"It is said that this store is a 300-year-old store. Hey, hey, don't rush in in a hurry. Do you have money?"

squeak~

Doug's tall and straight body squeezed into the knife shop. He looked at the man holding the knife with interest and said, "No, it doesn't look like a villain."

Doug's eyes lit up: "That's it, it turns out the problem lies with the knife."

Increased intelligence (mental strength) allows him to detect malicious intent, although he is still not very proficient at it.

Garfiel, who rushed in, was stunned for a moment, then pulled out his saber with a clang, and shouted: "I am a marine, put down the weapons in my hands and we will be captured!"

navy?

The man panicked instinctively, but then he rushed over with a wild laugh.

Just as Garfiel was about to take action, he saw Doug step forward and block him.

"Hehehehehehe." The man's arms danced wildly, and the knife slashed at Doug's crossed arms with a violent wind blade.

That knife was too sharp. There was no doubt that this man's arms would be chopped off.The boss was so frightened that he knelt on the ground with his head in his hands, afraid of seeing the bloody scene.

when!when!when!when!

The sound of gold and iron clashing was endless. Not only the man's arms, but also his entire body became withered. He finally realized something was wrong and looked at Doug while panting.

Doug stared at the white marks on his arm that were slowly recovering, and said in a surprised tone: "It's a bit interesting."

It is definitely impossible to break the defense, but the damage caused by this knife seems to have a certain restraining effect on the recovery ability.

Doug smiled evilly and said: "The stuff is very good, I like it very much."

It was very hard for the man to swing the knife, and his body was thin from hunger, so Doug gave him a gentle and considerate punch, sending him flying far away, freeing him from the control of the demon knife.

Garfiel's eyes twitched as he saw the big hole being punched by the man.

Yes, the marshal's unpaid bonus has been reduced by half.It's okay, it's okay, even if only half of it is left, it will be enough for me to spend a long time, he so comforted me.

"What is this knife called?"

The voice woke up the sluggish boss. He looked at Doug and stammered: "Murasame, Murasame, a demon sword as sharp as a famous sword? 6? 1 Murasame!"

Doug held the handle of the knife, feeling the astonishing evil energy coming from the palm of his hand, and said with a evil smile: "I bought it. Okay, Garfiel."

Are you really discussing with me like that?

Garfiel had a look of despair on his face, it was great, now the bonus has been completely spent.

"No need to pay! You can use it!" The boss got up from the ground and crossed his arms: "When I first saw you, I thought you were just a layman who came to collect protection fees, but the moment you took the knife just now... "

The boss looked solemn: "In Dressrosa, I haven't seen such a violent and ferocious look in a long time. As the saying goes, a sword matches a famous master. I wish you good luck!! Someone who can subdue the demon sword? 6? 1 Murasame."

Doug sheathed the demon sword ?6?1 Murasame and grinned: "Thank you very much."

The two walked out of the store, and at this moment, Bulu, Bulu, Bulu, Bulu, Bulu, Bulu.

Garfiel's expression changed slightly. It was because the phone he was using to communicate with the Warring States Marshal through a single line rang. Could it be that the Marshal had any orders?

No, no, everything that needs to be ordered has been made clear.

So... who could it be?

Garfiel looked solemn and slowly picked up the phone, and then a cold voice came from inside: "Moses, Moses, this is Vergo."