One Piece : From Slave to Fleet Admiral Chapter 4 4

His bones creaked under the immense pressure, the crushing gravity nearly obliterating his internal organs.

Before him, Doflamingo gazed, his physique radiating a golden luminescence, his lips contorting into a savage smirk.

"Fufufufufu! Brat! Why are you playing captive with those weaklings and venturing here? Or perhaps I should inquire—to which faction do you owe allegiance? If you fail to disclose your purpose, your life will undoubtedly cease to be today!"

As the words left his mouth, Doflamingo’s hand contorted into a claw, slicing through the air towards Jake.

"Five Colored Strings!"

Threads sharp as razors, imbued with Armament Haki, were nearly imperceptible within the dim confines.

Still uncertain if the brat’s Devil Fruit was of the Logia type, Doflamingo elected to infuse his strings with Haki, a precaution against potential wasted efforts should his opponent prove intangible.

Concurrently with the assault of the Five Colored Strings, Doflamingo employed his Parasite Strings, animating the fallen corpses Jake had previously subdued.

However, the animated corpses were not directed at Jake.

Instead, they were utilized to obstruct the dungeon's sole exit.

In his estimation, the power Jake had showcased thus far remained within controllable parameters.

Even if the brat possessed strength comparable to his own, the arrival of his subordinates would enable them to overpower him by sheer force of numbers, guaranteeing his inability to escape.

Furthermore, the Devil Fruit abilities demonstrated by this nascent were remarkably peculiar, bearing resemblance to Borsalino’s Glint-Glint Fruit, an ability currently commanding significant prestige within the Marines.

Such a rare and potent Devil Fruit user could not possibly have been apprehended by his subordinates without a specific objective.

He must have infiltrated this location with a distinct purpose.

It was likely he was either allied with Kaido’s faction or affiliated with CP.

In either scenario, irrespective of his affiliation, his motives must be thoroughly investigated.

Their organization was still in its nascent stages; they could not countenance the emergence of such an unpredictable variable!

***

Jake held Monet cradled in his arms, his gaze shimmering with a subtle golden hue.

The 10% power exertion proved far more potent than he had initially anticipated.

He could discern that Doflamingo posed no significant threat to him in his present condition; however, he lacked the certainty of achieving a swift victory.

He absolutely could not afford to engage in a prolonged confrontation with Doflamingo.

Aware of this individual's established character, he would unquestionably not be alone—the other executives of the Donquixote Family were surely in the vicinity!

Nearly two minutes had already elapsed.

Within the remaining three minutes, he was tasked not only with extricating himself from Doflamingo's grip but also with ensuring a complete escape from their pursuit.

The agenda was substantial.

Jake drew a deep breath, his mind orienting itself towards a luminous skill tree that now blazed with brilliance before him.

"Holy Light Revelation!"

As Jake’s voice resonated, an almost blinding luminescence erupted from his very being.

It was a radiance as resplendent as the sun, a sacred hymn of the spirit.

Ethereal white feathers materialized around Jake, dissolving into the purest motes of light before they could even grace the ground.

The sealed confines of the dungeon were pierced by that blinding, golden radiance.

The light, dense enough to possess physical form, manifested as hallowed flames reminiscent of the sun itself, obliterating the dungeon's enclosures in a single instant.

For that fleeting moment, the heavens above the Aston Kingdom were bathed in the illumination of the Holy Light, spanning half the sky.

***

The ocean’s surface rippled like a crumpled tapestry as an unfurling breeze swept across it.

Beneath the cascade of light, Lieutenant Commander T-Bone’s skeletal visage appeared even more formidable.

Golden reflections danced within his obsidian eyes before he adjusted his cloak and issued crisp commands to his assembled soldiers.

"Alter course! Set our heading for Aston Kingdom! A conflict of such magnitude must surely involve the engagement of formidable individuals. Whether the participants are Marines or pirates, the civilian populace will inevitably bear the brunt of the consequences! If they are our Marine comrades, we cannot possibly abandon them. Conversely, should they be pirates, we are duty-bound to apprehend them immediately—we must not permit them to inflict harm upon innocent lives!"

The soldiers snapped to attention instantly, executing T-Bone’s command without a moment’s hesitation.

"All hands, prepare for engagement!"

Upon the darkened expanse of the sea, illuminated by the Holy Light’s glow, a Marine warship bearing the emblem of justice cleaved through the waves.

The golden radiance, akin to the nascent light of dawn, softened the stark, eerie contours of T-Bone’s skeletal features.

***

Within the dungeon's confines, Jake experienced a sensation akin to every internal organ being seared by that terrifying power.

This was not a residual effect of the Holy Light attack; it was simply that his current physical vessel lacked the capacity to withstand such an overwhelming outpouring of energy.

Yet, the outcome was undeniable.

Doflamingo was now markedly wounded from the inferno, a faint aroma of burning emanating from his person.

The once-ostentatious feathers adorning his flamboyant attire had been reduced to ragged tatters under the scorching Holy Light; his sunglasses were fractured midway, and a patch of his flesh remained untouched by the flames.

The dungeon itself was now a scene of utter devastation.

Before their astonished eyes, an immense chasm, easily twenty to thirty meters across, yawned open.

As the brilliance of the Holy Light faded, only the serene moonlight graced the scene, casting a deceptive tranquility upon the sordid surroundings.

Unlike Doflamingo, the slaves not only emerged unscathed but demonstrably revitalized by the Holy Light's radiance—their spirits and bodies visibly strengthening.

They found themselves imbued with power far exceeding their former limitations, and the prison cells, once seemingly impenetrable, now appeared as fragile as glass, ready to shatter with the slightest touch.

Upon unleashing Holy Light Revelation, a power akin to a Priest's awakening, Jake had immediately perceived an innate ability to discern allies from foes.

This perception was instinctual, as if a perfect internal radar had materialized within his mind.

Consequently, the slaves received the enhancement from Holy Light Revelation, temporarily gaining strength far beyond their ordinary capabilities.

This newfound power was the salvation Jake offered them—and the path to his own freedom he had forged.

Only in utter pandemonium could he find an opportunity to escape!

In the ensuing moment, Jake's voice boomed, addressing the still-bewildered slaves:

"If you wish to survive, seize your weapons and shatter these infernal cages! Follow me, and let us charge our way out!"

Witnessing Jake bathed in Holy Light, like a divine being descending from above, the multitude erupted in deafening cheers.

One by one, the cell doors were forcefully pried open as the slaves snatched the guards' weapons and retaliated fiercely.

Doflamingo's gaze fixed upon Jake, his expression contorting into a visage of pure malice.

"A Devil Fruit ability reminiscent of Whitebeard's First Division Commander?! A Mythical Zoan?! You insolent brat!"

He began manipulating his strings to mend his wounds when, abruptly, the Den Den Mushi affixed to his chest began to ring insistently.