Rain poured heavily over the harbor, striking the water with a soft, relentless roar. Inside the warehouse, Nico Robin, known within the network as "Rōan," sat at the table, scanning the reports from the operatives and analyzing the latest events. Rōan was no ordinary analyst; she had studied military history and pirate movements for years, giving her an extraordinary ability to predict upcoming steps and analyze strengths and weaknesses.
Doflamingo entered the room, his eyes gleaming with cunning. "Rōan… I want a full report on the pirates threatening the northern harbor. Every detail about their strength, their movements, and any potential weaknesses."
Rōan responded calmly and confidently: "Sir, I already have a preliminary set of data, but there are more details Morgan can provide through the newspaper."
Doflamingo smiled as he touched the golden strings on his wrists. "Exactly… Morgan will be our hidden eyes. Every piece of news, every rumor will reach us first."
Outside, a group of local pirates advanced toward the northern harbor, assuming the area was unguarded. But Doflamingo knew every step; all the information had been collected, analyzed, and a precise plan prepared.
Suddenly, Doflamingo appeared on the docks, partially covered by the rain. His golden strings shimmered like snakes under the dim light, and Conqueror's Haki filled the air with a palpable, terrifying presence.
The local captain shouted: "Who… who are you?!"
Doflamingo smiled coldly: "I control every move here… and almost every step in the world."
In an instant, the strings shot out with unprecedented speed, snaking through the air, wrapping around the pirates' weapons, lifting them into the air as if they were mere puppets. The sounds of screams, wind, and rain mixed with the motion of the strings, forming a symphony of organized chaos.
One pirate tried to resist, only to find himself caught in intersecting strings. Every movement he made was countered instantly, as if the strings had a mind of their own, sensing any attempt to escape.
At that moment, Doflamingo unleashed Conqueror's Haki, freezing some in place while others trembled in awe and fear. No one could move, and every action was calculated with stunning precision, a perfect combination of strategy, intelligence, and combat artistry.
The golden strings didn't just control bodies; they extended across the docks, stopping small ships from approaching, guiding enemies into pre-arranged positions, and closing off every potential escape route. Every movement was dramatic and breathtaking, as if the power itself had taken form in living golden threads.
The captain made one last desperate strike, raising his sword, but a single string twisted around the weapon, redirected his motion with unbelievable speed, and lifted him into the air before he fell to the ground, helpless.
Rōan observed everything from the control room, sending instructions to the operatives: "Advance from the right… secure the smaller ships… trigger the trap signal…" Every maneuver executed in perfect harmony with Doflamingo's immense power on the docks.
Meanwhile, Morgan prepared a misleading report for the newspaper, making it appear that the area was under constant surveillance, instilling fear in any potential pirates, while the true power remained on the ground, under the Emperor's control.
Minutes later, the captain collapsed to his knees, powerless: "We… we never expected…"
Doflamingo spoke calmly but with absolute authority: "This is just a lesson… true power is not only in the hand, but in knowledge, planning, and control."
Rōan smiled: "Sir… everything is going exactly as planned. But the battle was more thrilling than I anticipated."
Doflamingo nodded, his eyes gleaming with his usual cold intensity: "Exactly… and this is only the beginning. The world is vast… but my empire is greater."