Pa~pa~
Lynch placed two bottles of anesthetic on the wooden table.
He calmly put on a mask, took out a bottle of disinfectant, and cleaned his palms and forearms. Then, he retrieved a sharp, clean knife from his system space.
"What are you waiting for?" He glanced at the three sisters standing frozen in place and urged,
"Get on the bed and lie down."
"N-No, it's not necessary, brother-in-law…" Marigold's voice trembled, almost in tears.
Was this punishment for talking behind his back?! Surely, that wasn't enough to warrant being dismembered?!
"Brother-in-law, we won't do it again! Please let us go…" Sandersonia's heart turned cold at the sight of the gleaming knife.
She had once heard the World Government call Lynch a tyrant, but she always thought it was just propaganda.
Now, looking at him preparing for what seemed like a surgery, she started to believe it!
Lynch sighed, looking at them in disbelief. "What are you even talking about?"
Did they think he was about to dissect them or something? Just because they talked about him behind his back?
He is not Hannyabal and has no interest in eating human flesh.
The Empress' reaction was much calmer. She tilted her head slightly, the platinum ornaments on her ears shimmering under the light, making her look both elegant and adorable.
"What are you going to do?" she asked curiously.
Lynch met her gaze and said, "As far as I know, every slave taken to Mariejois is branded with a mark that can never be removed."
He glanced at her, his voice steady but gentle. "That mark... it doesn't belong on your back. And I doubt you'd want to keep it either."
"If you don't mind, I can help you remove it," he said with a warm smile. "Don't worry—there won't be any scars."
"It might hurt a little, but I've prepared anesthetic for you."
The room fell into complete silence.
The three sisters stood frozen.
The Hoof of the Flying Dragon was more than just a mark—it was a scar burned into their souls, a constant reminder of their nightmare as slaves.
In order to prevent others from seeing the marks on their backs and learning their identities as former slaves, the three sisters had to surround the palace with three layers inside and outside before taking a bath.
Whenever a citizen accidentally caught a glimpse of the mark on her back, the Empress would harden her heart and turn them to stone.
To protect their secret, the three sisters created a terrifying legend—the curse of the Gorgon sisters—claiming that anyone who saw their backs would be petrified.
Yet now, the very secret they had hidden for years was casually brought up by Lynch.
The Hoof of the Flying Dragon was not just a mark—it was burned into their flesh like an unremovable brand.
Removing it would mean cutting away all the skin and muscle beneath it, a procedure that would leave the person near death.
But Lynch had just said it was possible to remove it without leaving scars.
The three sisters were stunned.
"R-Really? You're not lying to me, are you?"
Hancock stepped forward, gripping Lynch's arm like an iron vise, her voice trembling with excitement.
"When have I ever lied to you?" Lynch replied calmly.
"Thank you!" Hancock threw herself into his arms, holding him tightly.
"I don't know how to repay you..." She paused, then declared passionately, "Let me bear your children!"
To her, Lynch was nothing short of a divine savior.
He had raided Mariejois, slain the Celestial Dragons, and freed them from slavery.
He had helped Amazon Lily in its time of crisis.
And now, he was even offering to erase the last trace of their nightmare.
This man... seemed capable of anything.
"Ahem, let's talk about that later."
Lynch cleared his throat and turned to the other two. "What about you? What do you think?"
"Thank you, brother-in-law, we have no objections!"
"From now on, whatever you say, we'll follow! Even if you tell us to chase dogs, we won't dare to catch chickens!"
Marigold and Sandersonia agreed wholeheartedly, practically throwing themselves into Lynch's camp.
From today on, they were his loyal followers!
"Alright, who's going first? Lie down on the bed."
"Sister, you should go first."
Although Marigold and Sandersonia wanted to erase the mark immediately, they gave Hancock the first opportunity.
They knew how much she despised it.
How many times had she clawed at her back until it bled?
The Empress lay down, and Lynch carefully tore open the back of her robe, revealing her flawless skin marred by the cruel Hoof of the Flying Dragon.
"You two might want to close your eyes."
Lynch took out a vial of West Blue's special anesthetic, injected it into Hancock, then turned to her sisters.
"This is going to get a little bloody."
When the special anesthetic took effect, he relied on his fifth-level peak swordsmanship to quickly and accurately cut off the large piece of flesh stained with slave marks.
The hoof marks of Celestial Dragon covered almost half of the empress's back, and the amount of meat cut off could weigh at least three or four kilograms.
The scene was extremely bloody.
Marigold and Sandersonia shut their eyes tightly, too afraid to watch.
"Someone, open her mouth."
Lynch was splattered with blood, but he didn't care. He calmly slit his own wrist with a scalpel.
Crimson blood dripped into Hancock's mouth, and, numbed by the anesthetic, she instinctively swallowed it.
Almost immediately, the wounds on her back began healing before their eyes.
After months of eating on the huge sea king of the Calm Belt, Lynch's body was brimming with vitality.
Essence blood and ordinary blood were not the same. Regular blood could be replenished with rest, but essence blood required vast amounts of life energy and time to recover.
Within seconds, his wrist healed completely.
Lynch sighed and reopened the wound, repeating the process again and again until Hancock's back was fully restored.
With the Empress' powerful Shichibukai physique, it took far more blood than expected to regenerate such a large section of flesh.
After a while…
Hancock, now fully healed, had fallen into a deep sleep.
She had fought during the day and endured surgery at night—completely exhausted. With the lingering effects of the anesthetic, she would at least get a good night's rest.
"Alright, you're up next."
Lynch, still covered in blood, turned to Marigold.
Terrified, she hesitated.
"I'll do it!" Marigold clenched her fists and stepped forward.
Meanwhile, elsewhere…
Doflamingo was the first to receive word about Lynch's destruction of the Sabaody Archipelago auction.
Dressrosa.
From inside his chambers, the sounds of breaking furniture echoed through the halls, accompanied by furious roars.
"What's wrong with the Young Master? I've never seen him this angry before."
"I don't know… He's completely lost it."
"I heard it has something to do with the Emperor of West Blue."
A large group of Donquixote Family officers gathered outside the door, whispering among themselves.
"Boring."
Legitimate Loli Sugar didn't care about this, she simply sat there, munching on a basket of grapes.
Inside the room, Doflamingo's furious roar echoed.
"Lynch!!! You've forced my hand! From this moment on, the Donquixote Family is at war with you!"
The room was in ruins—everything that could be smashed had been destroyed.
Doflamingo sat in his chair, breathing heavily, his eyes bloodshot.
His signature flamingo coat was gone. His shoes? Who knew where they had landed.
Only his sunglasses remained.
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TO BE CONTINUED
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