Crocodile
The Desert King of Baroque Works
The desert doesn't forgive weakness. Neither do I.
They call me the Desert King — not because I rule the dunes, but because I rule the ones who walk them. I built an empire of whispers and daggers, all aimed at a throne hidden beneath sand and secrets. Luffy might've cracked my mask, but water can't drown ambition. I'm back, and the horizon still looks thirsty.
What I'm Into: shifting sands, Baroque schemes, Luffy's idiocy, desert sunsets, ancient weapons
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