[One Piece] Dionysus’ third-rate script

The true flame of the God of Vulcan kept the fog of [war] away, and only made a gray curtain, cutting off the audience's prying eyes.

When truly evenly matched opponents fight, there are often only two outcomes: both sides suffer losses or remain unscathed.

Judging from the current situation, they obviously belong to the former.

The long sword in Dini's hand completely penetrated his abdominal cavity. The muscles near the [War] wound recovered almost as soon as they were severely injured. As he retreated, he threw out a dagger and grazed Dini's throat. And passed.

The poison on the dagger seals his throat when he sees blood, and the long sword also has the property of Dini limiting his regeneration.

The sweet blood rushed to her throat and she swallowed it again. Dini's eyes were obscure and she raised her hand to recall the sword that was still embedded in the enemy's body.

[War]'s attack has no rules at all. If you want to capture his trajectory and make predictions, the requirements for instantaneous power are too high.

During this battle, he was particularly anxious. He clearly could have seriously injured Dini several times, but missed the opportunity.

Dini tapped the ground with her heel, and a giant statue of earth and stone emerged from under the sand-covered stage. She raised her fist and hit the man who was about to get up and attack.

The wound in her throat prevented her from speaking, so Dini asked hoarsely.

"Who is driving you, [War]."

He jumped up and swung his sword to cut off the giant's arm. The rubble fell to the ground and gathered up to fill its body. He had to hold the sword with both hands to block another heavy blow, gritting his teeth and saying nothing.

"It seems to be eating your flesh and blood. It seems that the price you paid is much higher than I thought."

Excessive blood loss made the man, who was already sickly pale, even more gloomy and weird, like a corpse that had been soaked in embalming liquid for several days.

The tattoo that was originally only entrenched on his chest had spread out at some point, like a chain binding his entire upper body, tightening his body like thorns.

His high-pitched laughter was far more sinister than his face.

"Hahahahaha, it's a pity that you forgot everything. If it were before, you would like this thing more than me."

Before he finished speaking, the living-like tattoo began to spread toward his limbs, wrapping around his arm and reaching his fingertips, allowing people to see its full extent.

The monster with a goat's head was nailed to an inverted cross, and lush flower vines passed through its drooping head, using the goat's skull as a rooting soil to grow into other empty places.

[War] It is precisely because of this secret technique that he has returned to its peak state visibly with the naked eye. The bulging muscles and protruding veins show that he is truly going all out at this moment.

The bowed monster is still looking back at the person staring at it.

It's saying, old friend, you should remember me.

Dini touched the side of her face, raised her eyebrows and smiled.

"Your taste is surprisingly consistent with your personality."

The implication is that it's just as bad.

It's not a good feeling to be ridiculed. [War]'s scarlet eyes burned red, and the giant statue that split Dini rushed towards him.

"Don't think you can escape by forgetting everything! Ilaria, fate will find you."

The words sounded together with the sound of the sword cutting through the air. The earth wall in front of Dini was shattered by him, and the fire contained in it rushed straight to his face, and was dispersed by the sword energy in an instant.

In the smoke and dust, a two-headed python with shiny metallic scales grabbed his black sword in its mouth, shook its head and threw [War] away.

"Did fate lead you here to talk to me about old relationships that I have no interest in at all?"

[War] stabilized his center of gravity in the air. The moment he landed, he kicked off his right foot and attacked. The figure was so fast that his eyes could not catch it. He jumped up and chopped off the head of the two-headed python with his sword.

Dini couldn't help but build a new creation, borrowing conventional elements to organize a new round of attack.

"We are old acquaintances, Ilaria. You don't look like this when you are not interested."

"Who knows, it's best not to speculate on my thoughts based on that 'Ilaria'."

"That's right, your name is no longer Ilaria, you have a new name."

The two of them were fighting hand to hand. The black-haired man took advantage of his body size and pressed down the sword blade forcefully, pushing the other end towards Dini's fragile neck.

"He called you 'Dini', right? It's such a cute name, and it doesn't suit you at all."

Avoiding the ice and meteorite-sized fireballs stabbing him from behind, he reached out and grabbed a few daggers, turned around and threw them in front of him.

"That meek look makes me sick even when I look at it. You know I have always loved you."

The next second, Dini appeared at the position he predicted. She didn't have time to dodge, and she took the knives with her shoulders and back.

She was still in the growing stage of [Dionysus]. She had to use her power to create the illusion of a normal performance to isolate the audience, and she also had to devote her attention to dealing with a high-level being in his prime.

It rained all night, and the growing fever that had occurred not long ago seemed to be coming back again. The tinnitus was amplified a hundred times like a sharp scraping sound on the glass. It was so irritating that Dini thought she would bleed from all her orifices in the next second. Fall down.

It can only be said that being able to delay until now is a miracle that she tried her best to create.

The toxin that paralyzed the nerves merged into her blood without any resistance, taking away control of the right half of her body and slowly taking over other areas of her body.

Hurry, hurry up, once it takes effect it will be over.

Dini thought numbly, forcing a smile, letting the pain cut her nerves, trying her best not to show her weakness.

The black-haired man with patterns all over his face pressed forward step by step. He pulled out the spear pierced into his left heart and threw it to the ground, while walking leisurely to the center of the stage.

"It's so disappointing to be weak, hesitant, worried about what's going to happen."

The woman opposite retreated into the shadows, her red hair glowing like flames. Even though she was covered in blood and her clothes were ragged, she was still the same Dini. Even if she was only one step away from the abyss, she still smiled brightly and softly. Just looking at It makes people feel an involuntary throbbing in their hearts.

Even [War] froze in place for a moment.

He muttered in a strange tone.

"You never smiled so beautifully before. Who changed you?"

However, he understood the deep meaning of Dini's smile in the next second. The transmission device in the center of the stage suddenly started, and the golden birdcage covered with black curtains fell from the sky, locking him tightly inside.

If you look carefully, you will see that the velvet wrapping the birdcage is not pure black. It is densely engraved with spells and words. Bright yellow restraints are wrapped around it at regular intervals, squeezing the birdcage and shrinking it little by little. .

This is the second-hand preparation that Dini entrusted to Sera. The special birdcage hidden under the stage requires Dini to use her power to drive it. Once placed, it cannot be recovered unless it is dismantled by external force.

When [War] disappears in this birdcage, everything will end and she can return to Rorgion

"laugh--"

The sound of sharp objects piercing flesh was so close, like thunder.

If the war is in the birdcage, where does this sound come from?

A warm dampness came from her shirt, and the pungent smell of blood rushed up from the left side of her chest, bombarding her shaky sanity.

"You look beautiful even in death, Dini."

Someone whispered in her ear and easily pushed her unconscious shoulder.

Deanie fell backwards with her birdcage.

Scarlet blood splashed from the uneven stage floor, and the drops of crystal liquid were like twisted prisms under the light, reflecting the absurd tragedy that was about to end.

"Fate cannot be avoided. We are just insects struggling in a farce."

[War] dragged his body over, and the thick fog around him gradually moved closer to him.

Even Dini, who was almost unable to lift her eyelids, could tell that he had already reached the limit of his body. She couldn't guess what kind of conditions Im offered that would make a high-level being willing to risk his life to get rid of her.

Those tattoos that needed to be supported by life force overdrawn [War]'s originally strong body, and he had just mobilized the power to construct the illusion and almost exhausted his last breath.

In this breath, he maintained his arrogant attitude and condescendingly laughed at the loser.

"I'm sorry I'm too lazy to say more. Ilaria, I can't see your fighting spirit. Who are you fighting for? Where is your heart?"

The blood that spilled out after the internal organs were broken poured back into her throat. She wanted to speak, but she choked on the sweet blood and coughed.

The trembling body caused the pain of tearing wounds, which was as familiar as in the dream.

Her vision gradually became hazy, and she struggled to meet [War]'s gaze.

Dini seemed to see something beyond her knowledge, and her eyes widened in disbelief.

There was deep sorrow and despair in his eyes, mixed with emotions that Dini couldn't understand, sucking her attention like a quagmire into which she was immersed.

I am the one who lost, I am the one who is dying, and I am the one who failed to escape the destined death.

But why do you seem more unwilling than me? More painful than me?

Throughout the entire confrontation, she had been vaguely aware that he was almost mentally split into two people, one hysterically wanting her life, and the other apologizing to her repentantly.

As the master of [drama], Dini can be sure that this is definitely not a disguise, but the clearer it is that he is completely showing his true feelings, the more Dini wonders where his sadness comes from.

It was a pity that she no longer had the strength to voice her doubts. Dini moved her fingers to no avail, and was not surprised that she had completely lost control of her body.

She cut off her long hair, which foreshadowed disaster, and avoided all possible risks. She thought she was fully prepared, but she still ended up in a dead end by accident.

She was clearly trembling with fear in her dream, but when this moment finally arrived, she felt much more relaxed.

Who does she live for? For the mission of world consciousness, for Doflamingo's answer, or for whom?

The confused consciousness was unable to process this complex problem and could only give her a more intuitive answer.

I really want to take another look at that person, even just once.

He pulled the sword away from her body, and she whimpered weakly. Her sensitive nerves noticed that [War]'s hand was trembling. He finally made up his mind and quickly pulled it out.

"After following you for so long, I really can't bear to see you off with my own hands."

The thick fog that shrank around him gathered and enveloped [War].

"It's better to let him end it and die at the hands of the protagonist he personally chose. It would be perfect for Dionysus, hahahahaha."

Don't laugh so sadly, even she was almost incited to tears by the sound that sounded more like laughter than tears.

The moment [War]'s face was completely swallowed by the fog, Dini looked into his scarlet eyes and felt pain as if her skull was exploding.

The first time I heard the name Ilaria, it was such a pain that touched my soul.

The double blow of sex and spirit is a good cure for fighting fire with fire. Dini briefly reflected and murmured almost inaudibly.

"Leon."

The whisper was so small that even Dini herself didn't know whose name it was, but the moment she met that gaze, she subconsciously shouted it out.

Her voice, as low as a mosquito's, finally reached someone's ears.

[War] in the thick fog looked at her deeply like a solemn farewell.

Lying in a pool of blood, her consciousness stripped away like a cocoon, Dini had no way of knowing, waiting for the trial in which he also burned out the last bit of his life.

"Fufufufufufu, it's really a third-rate script."

The fog cleared, and the man in costume looked down at her, grinning and laughing at her miserable fate, just like he laughed at all his defeated generals, without any mercy or mercy. Her death was no different from anyone else's, it was just that there was one less person in the world.

The red suit he was wearing was reflected in the pool of blood, and fell into the eyes of the red-haired woman who could no longer hold on.

Wine red, blood red, and pink woven into a curtain, covering this fateful tragedy as a fig leaf. The dark night shone like white night under the chandelier in the dome, and everything was just as she had predicted in her dream.

The blood that belonged to her on the black sword had long since dripped into the floor. The second before the gleaming sharp blade touched her neck, the pain that tormented Dini seemed to dissipate, and she felt more relaxed than ever before.

At least I saw him one last time, and that was enough.

Memories flashed by like a revolving lantern, and those happy, sad, shy, and expected things were all involved in the whirlpool that she could not escape, and fell into the deep sea of ​​death.

The head of the sufferer hung weakly to the side, and then there was a crisp sound of metal falling to the ground. [War]'s body, which had long been corroded and riddled with holes, fell to the floor. After all, he was unable to take the last swing. sword.

If Dini could open her eyes again, even for just one glance, she would be able to find that those seemingly futile struggles have changed the course of her destiny.

The helmsman fell on a stormy night.

[Life and Death Field] The conditions for dissolution are reached with the death of both parties.

The stagnant time started to flow, and the curtain separating life and death was opened. Applause and cheers surrounded the theater. The actors who returned to the stage joined hands to express their gratitude to the audience, but the heroine did not return.

Fortunately, the Draconians did not come to trouble the troupe again. Sera and the accompanying financial manager barely managed to cope with the leaders who wanted to talk to Dini in person, and ended the long night hastily.

The members of the theater crew cleaned the battlefield-like stage until late at night. Between the floor tiles, a pottery doll with a broken upper body was mixed with other things and was roughly swept into the trash.

The red hair tied to it has long since fallen.

No one dared to ask Sera where the troupe leader Vienna was. The tall black-haired woman was like a lioness who had lost her son. She would roar with red eyes when anyone approached.

Until late at night when no one was around, the haggard-looking woman opened the door to Dini's room, stumbled to her bed, collapsed on the carpet, and said something intermittently.

"Miss Vienna is a liar."

She thought of the woman who always had a smile on her face and extended her hand to invite her to join the troupe that afternoon. She thought of her clear voice calling out her name tenderly. She thought of the not-tall woman who always stood in front of her like a protective umbrella.

Thinking back to the night when she handed over the birdcage, he was lying in front of the bed like this. His uneasiness and fear disappeared when he met her jewel-like clear eyes.

[If I fail to come back]

【You will definitely come back! Miss Vienna. 】

A slender and weak hand touched the top of her head, and Miss Vienna smiled silently, forgiving the rude move.

Sierra heard her whisper quietly.

[Then before I come back, the affairs of the troupe will be fully managed by you. Sera, can I trust you? 】

How did you answer yourself?

In the empty room, there was only one person slumped beside the bed. She opened her mouth and repeated the sentence word for word.

"Even if you take this life, Sera will run the troupe well and wait for you to come back."

The tears hit Sera's skirt, without splashing, and blended into the darkness wordlessly.

The World Government's special designation of Rorgion as a neutral zone spread like wildfire, and the Celestial Dragons rewarded the Dionysian Troupe with sky-high remuneration, which was as valuable as the gold plundered from all over the world.

The moment the troupe returned to Hong Kong, a crowd that was even more enthusiastic than when they came came over. Some were enthusiastic fans of the troupe, some were reporters who wanted to take photos of this mysterious troupe, and many people just came to join in the fun.

But no one saw the legendary "White Night Rose" show up. The matter was all being solved by her assistant, and many people who came specifically for her had to return without success.

What's more, they began to spread the news, saying that Wienna had been detained in Mariejoia by the Draconians, and the money was regarded as her prostitution money and hush money, otherwise there would be no need to mobilize the navy to send the Dionysus Troupe back.

No matter how bizarre the rumors were, the only bright color in the world never appeared in any newspaper again.

It only took less than ten days for the Dionysian Troupe to return home. As a movable offshore platform, Rorgion slowly moved out of the North Sea and into the new world while the troupe was performing abroad. The members of the troupe had vaguely understood something, and no longer questioned the increasingly haggard Sera, and silently took the Laurel to Roorgion's new station.

Ten days is not a long time, even for a species like humans that is not considered immortal. But for those who are worried, every second is like bone-gnawing torture.

Sera no longer wakes up crying in the middle of the night, but Mina will pull her collar and ask her in a broken voice what's wrong with Miss Wienna. She looks at the members with hopeful faces and swallows the answer.

In fact, Dini didn't go anywhere. Her body was parked underground at the Geofen Theater, directly below her office.

But Sera was told by her not to let anyone touch her except that person, and not to let anyone else see her.

Thinking of this, her tears welled up again.

What a complicated mood Miss Wienna had on the day she prepared the coffin for herself.

Except for being yelled at by that ill-tempered man on the first day, he was probably so angry that he crushed the phone's transmitting device and never called again.

The place where Dini once sat seemed to still have her residual warmth. Sierra sat blankly on her chair, staring out the window in a daze.

Something pink flew over in my field of vision.

The tempered glass with bulletproof hardness cracked without warning. The blond man who appeared on the window sill was filled with murderous intent like a beast. The veins between his eyebrows were beating constantly. The furniture in the room was suddenly shattered by his momentum. , no one was spared.

"Take me to see her!"

His pink feathered coat almost filled the entire window. Without sunlight, his face looked as hideous as if it could eat people alive.

This aggressive feeling was exactly the same as in the phone bug. It must be the person Miss Wienna was talking about.

Sierra, who was hiding under the desk, wiped away her tears and mustered up the courage to stand up. She groped for something under the desk and with a gentle press, the wall with the mural turned sideways, and a secret passage appeared in front of the two of them.

"Sir, please come with me."

Sierra herself didn't know that she had just endured a burst of domineering force, turned around and walked into the secret door without hesitation.

She could feel that if he hadn't had to find Miss Vienna's body on his own, she might have been dead the moment this man jumped into the room.

Miss Wienna, why did you leave such a terrible man alone?