His bones groaned under the strain, the crushing gravity threatening to pulverize his internal organs.
Doflamingo stared at Jake, whose body radiated a golden glow and his lips curled into a savage grin.
"Fufufufufu! Brat! What's your purpose in pretending to be captured by that trash and coming here? Or should I ask—which side are you from? If you don't speak up, you won't be leaving here alive today!"
As he spoke, Doflamingo's hand formed a claw shape, slashing toward Jake.
"Five Colored Strings!"
Razor-sharp threads, infused with Armament Haki, were nearly invisible in the dim surroundings.
Still uncertain whether the brat's fruit was of the logia type, Doflamingo opted to coat his strings with Haki to avoid wasted attacks if the opponent turned out to be intangible.
Simultaneously with the Five Colored Strings attack, Doflamingo manipulated his Parasite Strings, repurposing the corpses Jake had taken down.
However, he didn't direct the corpses to attack Jake.
Instead, he used them to barricade the dungeon's exit.
To him, the power Jake had displayed so far remained within manageable limits.
Even if the brat was no weaker than himself, once his officers arrived, they could overwhelm him through sheer numbers, ensuring he wouldn't escape.
Moreover, the Devil Fruit abilities this kid has displayed so far are quite peculiar, resembling Borsalino Glint-Glint Fruit, which currently holds immense prestige within the Marines.
A rare and powerful Devil Fruit user couldn't possibly have been captured by his underlings for no reason.
He must have come here with some purpose.
Either he's affiliated with Kaido's side or with CP.
In any case, regardless of which faction he belongs to, they must uncover his motives.
Their family is still in its early development stage—they absolutely cannot allow such an unstable element to emerge!
Jake held Monet in his arms, his eyes shimmering with a faint golden light.
The 10% power was far more formidable than he had imagined.
He could sense that Doflamingo posed no real threat to him in his current state, but he wasn't confident he could defeat him quickly either.
He couldn't afford to drag this out with Doflamingo any longer.
Knowing this guy personality, he definitely wouldn't be alone—the other executives of the Donquixote Family were surely nearby!
Almost two minutes had already passed.
In the remaining three minutes, he not only had to break free from Doflamingo but also completely escape their pursuit.
There was much to do.
Jake took a deep breath, his mind focusing on a radiant skill tree that now shone brilliantly before him.
"Holy Light Revelation!"
As Jake voice rang out, an almost blinding light erupted from his body.
It was a radiance as dazzling as the sun, a hymn of the sacred spirit.
Pure white feathers materialized around Jake, dissolving into the purest specks of light before they could even touch the ground.
The sealed dungeon was pierced by that blinding golden radiance.
The light, so dense it had taken physical form, manifested as holy flames akin to the sun itself, shattering the dungeon's confines in an instant.
For that brief moment, half the sky above Aston Kingdom was illuminated by the Holy Light.
The sea rippled like a crumpled cloth as a breeze swept in.
Under the glow of the light, Lieutenant Commander T-Bone skeletal face appeared even more ghastly.
Golden reflections flickered in his pitch-black eyes before he tightened his cloak and barked orders to his soldiers.
"Change course! Head for Aston Kingdom! A battle of this magnitude must involve powerful people clashing. Whether it's Marines or pirates, the civilians will be affected! If it's our Marine comrades, we can't abandon them. If it's pirates, we must apprehend them immediately—we cannot let them harm innocent lives!"
The soldier immediately snapped to attention, responding to T-Bone's command without hesitation.
"All hands, prepare for battle!"
Upon the black sea, bathed in the Holy Light's glow, a Marine warship laden with justice flag cut through the waves.
The golden radiance, like the first light of dawn, softened the eerie figure of T-Bone's face.
Back in the dungeon, Jake felt as though every organ in his body had been scorched by that terrifying power.
It wasn't an effect of the Holy Light attack—it was simply that his current body couldn't withstand such an overwhelming surge of energy.
But the results were evident.
Doflamingo was now covered in wounds from the flames, the faint scent of burning emanating from his body.
The once-proud feathers of his flamboyant outfit had been reduced to tattered remnants under the scorching Holy Light, his sunglasses shattered halfway and a patch of unmarred flesh remained on his body.
The dungeon had now turned into ruins.
A gaping hole, at least twenty to thirty meters wide, stretched before everyone's eyes.
As the Holy Light dissipated, only the cold moonlight poured down, casting a deceptive calm over this filthy place.
Unlike Doflamingo, The slaves not only remained unharmed but visibly regained vitality under the radiance of the Holy Light—their spirits and bodies strengthening at a visible rate.
They gained power far beyond their usual limits and the once-indestructible prison cells now seemed fragile enough to shatter with a mere push.
When Jake unleashed Holy Light Revelation—essentially a Priest awakening, he had already sensed an unmistakable ability to distinguish friend from foe.
It was instictual, as if a radar had materialized in his mind with perfect clarity.
Because of this, the slaves received the buff effect of Holy Light Revelation, temporarily gaining strength far beyond their normal capabilities.
This power was the lifeline Jake had given them—and the lifeline he had secured for himself.
Only chaos could offer him a chance to escape!
The next moment, Jake shouted at the slaves, who were still stunned:
"If you want to live, pick up your weapons and break out of these damned cages! Follow me and charge out!"
The crowd, seeing Jake enveloped in Holy Light like a descending deity, erupted in thunderous cheers.
One by one, the prison doors were forced open as the slaves seized the guards' weapons and struck back.
Doflamingo stared at Jake, his expression twisting into something even more monstrous.
"A Devil Fruit similar to Whitebeard's first division commander?! A Mythical Zoan?! Damn brat!"
He manipulated his strings to begin healing himself when suddenly, the Den Den Mushi on his chest ringing.