Chapter 347: Chapter 347: Doflamingo Comes to the Auction!
Chapter 347: Doflamingo Comes to the Auction!
As the grand auction commenced, the atmosphere inside the auction hall was tense with excitement and silent malice.
The first item brought to the stage was a massive broadsword. Even at a glance, its extraordinary craftsmanship was evident—gleaming with refined edges, forged from a rare alloy that shimmered under the chandelier’s glow.
While it lacked the peerless aura of a Supreme Grade Sword, the weight it exuded couldn’t be ignored.
"Our first item tonight," the auctioneer announced with theatrical flair, "is a broadsword forged by the World Government’s newly-appointed master blacksmith—Fluxus!"
The crowd murmured.
"In the future, this very master will forge more weapons of unparalleled quality. And tonight, whoever claims this sword will receive an exclusive eighty percent discount on all future commissions!"
"Starting bid—100 million Berries!"
The declaration caused a ripple in the crowd. For the nobles lounging below, the sword itself was little more than a status symbol or a trophy for their personal guards. But the discount... now that had value.
Because this wasn’t about the sword—it was about the future.
"One hundred million!"
"One-ten million!"
"One hundred twenty million!"
The prices climbed quickly, greed trailing every bid.
When it reached 210 million Berries, a calm yet commanding voice cut through the commotion.
"Three hundred million Berries."
All heads turned in unison. At the back of the hall, Doflamingo leaned back in his chair, sign in hand, his grin wide and venomous.
Silence followed.
No one dared to raise their paddle after that.
Doflamingo’s mere presence was enough to shut the entire room up. Once seen as just another Warlord of the Sea, his alliance with the Dragon Hunter Pirates had transformed him into an overlord—the undisputed ruler of the underground world.
Every arms deal, black market sale, and illegal auction flowed through his hands now. He set the rules—and even the Four Emperors had to play by them.
Even the World Government, ever proud and high-handed, had no choice but to acknowledge his influence.
This was exactly why Saint Charlos had thrown this massive auction: to reassert dominance. To build a bridge between the allied kingdoms and the World Government. And most importantly—to bypass Doflamingo’s iron grip on the underworld.
But now, the man they sought to outmaneuver had walked straight through their front door—and claimed the first item without resistance.
"Congratulations to King Doflamingo of Dressrosa!" the auctioneer declared, forcing enthusiasm into his voice.
Next, a large cart covered with a thick cloth was wheeled onto the stage. The auctioneer’s eyes practically glowed.
"Our second item of the night is a discovery of immense strategic value!"
"The ore contained here was unearthed on a remote island. When refined into artillery shells, it causes exponentially more damage than standard materials."
"But that’s not all... This auction is not just for the ore—but for the entire island and its mineral rights!"
Gasps echoed through the chamber.
Even Ryuunosuke’s expression shifted slightly. An entire mineral island, handed out in public auction? This wasn’t a local decision. This was something the World Government had clearly orchestrated.
This wasn’t just commerce—it was a power move.
Before anyone could even react, Doflamingo’s hand rose again.
"Three billion Berries."
The auctioneer hadn’t even announced a reserve price yet.
A hush fell over the room. Nobles who had come for rare slaves and exotic pets suddenly felt out of place.
Many of them were dandies, kings of backwater islands, here to flaunt wealth, not compete over military-grade resources.
Others—those who did understand the strategic value of such a purchase—stared at their Den Den Mushi connections in silence.
No one wanted to go toe-to-toe with him.
Then a voice rang out—artificial and cold, filtered through a Den Den Mushi speaker.
"Four billion Berries."
The hall froze again.
Doflamingo narrowed his eyes, then chuckled—a slow, high-pitched cackle that grated like nails on glass.
"Fufufufu... Auctioneer," he said, voice dripping with mockery. "Shouldn’t we know who we’re bidding against? Transparency and all that. If I can’t top it, I’ll step down."
The laugh that followed was pure cruelty.
The auctioneer stiffened. He understood the message loud and clear.
This wasn’t a polite request.
This was a threat.
And the noble on the other end of the Den Den Mushi... realized the same thing.
They had made a fatal mistake.
Even through a Den Den Mushi, Doflamingo would find out who they were. He always did. And to cross the Dragon Hunter Pirates—even under the World Government’s protection—was to sign your kingdom’s death warrant.
"The noble currently bidding is... the Kingdom of Litius," the auctioneer said, his voice trembling slightly.
"A small kingdom," Doflamingo snorted. "Didn’t expect that. 4.1 billion Berries."
He raised the bid with casual contempt, as if flicking a bug off his shoulder.
In the noble’s private chamber, there was only sweat and silence. They dared not respond. They had tried to outbid a man the Four Emperors avoided crossing.
Even Tezoro would think twice before throwing Berries at Doflamingo.
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The auction hall grew unnaturally quiet. The festive, predatory buzz from earlier had dulled to nervous muttering.
The auction had veered completely off-course.
Saint Charlos, watching from his private box, looked as if he’d bitten into a sour lemon.
Doflamingo’s arrival had derailed everything.
He hadn’t even been invited.
And yet, he had waltzed in, stolen the spotlight, and cracked the auction wide open.
"This wasn’t the plan..." Charlos muttered, his tone venomous.
None of the outcomes matched his projections. He would still make a profit—sure—but wealth wasn’t his aim.
Influence, power, and recognition were the true prizes. And with Doflamingo’s interference, those goals were slipping away.
"Tell the auctioneer to proceed normally," Charlos barked. "Ignore that clown and keep the show moving."
"Stop standing there like an idiot! It’s humiliating!"
The order was quickly relayed.
Back on stage, the auctioneer steeled his nerves, gave a quick nod, and hammered down the gavel.
"Sold—for 4.1 billion Berries—to King Doflamingo!"
Lot after lot rolled onto the stage.
Doflamingo bid without hesitation.
He didn’t flinch. He didn’t wait.
Weapons, minerals, even rare creatures—he claimed them all like he was filling a pantry.
And no one dared to challenge him again.
The auctioneer resumed his cadence. No more delays. The process flowed again—but now under a different rhythm.
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