Chapter 60: Enel: Whoever Loses Becomes Your Son!

Seeing Ron’s calm, confident demeanor, as if everything were under his control, Jozu finally settled down.

No one noticed that—

Enel had been sitting dazed in the corner for nearly an hour.

Inside his mind, a fierce internal struggle was taking place.

If someone with his level of strength could be called a "god"...

Then what should these monsters fighting before him be called?

He had completely accepted reality.

There was always someone stronger.

The world was far larger than he had ever imagined.

A powerful desire began to grow within him.

He wanted to see the world.

To explore the vast seas and witness things he had never known before.

But there was a problem.

If he simply surrendered and begged to join them, it would be far too embarrassing.

After all, he had once been the God of Skypiea.

He needed a way to save face.

Then suddenly—

His gaze landed on Whitebeard, who was happily watching the others fool around.

An idea instantly formed.

Got it.

"WHITEBEARD!!!"

Enel abruptly jumped to his feet and roared.

The shout echoed across the battlefield.

"Hm?"

"???"

"What’s wrong with the blood donor?"

"No idea. Looks like he suddenly went crazy."

Before anyone could react—

Thunk!

Jozu marched over and flicked Enel square on the forehead.

The force was so ridiculous that it produced an audible impact.

"What are you yelling for?!"

Jozu glared at him.

"You nearly scared the hell out of me!"

Enel staggered from the blow.

His head spun.

But he stubbornly refused to back down.

He shot Jozu a contemptuous glare before turning his attention toward Whitebeard.

"Whitebeard!"

His voice rang across the open area.

"I challenge you!"

Whitebeard blinked in surprise.

Then he burst into laughter.

"Gurararara!"

"Brat, you can’t even beat my sons."

"And you want to challenge me?"

Enel’s face alternated between red and pale.

He knew Whitebeard was right.

Every single person here was a monster.

At his current level, he couldn’t defeat any of them.

But he refused to give up.

"Whitebeard!"

Enel gritted his teeth.

"Do you dare accept my challenge or not?"

Then he loudly declared:

"Whoever loses becomes your son!"

"..."

Ron froze.

For several seconds, he simply stared.

Then he slowly inhaled.

This voice.

This attitude.

Was this really the same Enel?

Good grief.

The guy’s calculations were incredible.

The scheme was so obvious that it could probably be heard all the way across the Red Line.

At the same time, Jozu nearly exploded.

The blood donor actually dared to shout at Pops?

Outrageous!

He rushed forward and grabbed Enel by the ear.

"You little brat!"

"Do you even know who you’re talking to?!"

Despite the pain, Enel remained surprisingly calm.

His eyes were unwavering.

It was clear he had already made up his mind.

Whitebeard silently observed him for a moment.

Then he reached over and grabbed Murakumogiri.

BOOM!

The massive blade slammed vertically into the ground.

The impact shook the surrounding area.

"Fine."

Whitebeard’s deep voice echoed through the battlefield.

"I accept your challenge."

The declaration instantly electrified the atmosphere.

"Pop—"

Jozu wanted to object.

But Marco interrupted him.

"Jozu."

"Trust Pops."

Reluctantly, Jozu stepped forward and removed Enel’s Seastone handcuffs.

The instant they were unlocked—

Power flooded back into Enel’s body.

The familiar sensation of lightning coursing through his veins filled him with confidence.

For a brief moment, his ego even began to swell.

Then he remembered the monsters standing around him.

His excitement immediately cooled.

"Whitebeard."

Enel’s body crackled with lightning.

Brilliant electric arcs spread in every direction.

"Don’t underestimate the former God of Skypiea."

His voice carried both pride and defiance.

"Thunder God Fo—"

Before he could finish speaking—

His vision blurred.

The world suddenly spun.

A massive hand had already wrapped around his throat.

The overwhelming pressure left him unable to breathe.

Enel looked up.

Whitebeard’s face was right in front of him.

Those sharp eyes stared directly into his soul.

"You’re taking too long."

Whitebeard’s voice was calm and absolute.

"Remember this."

"From now on, call me Pops."

Then—

BOOM!

Whitebeard slammed Enel directly into the ground.

Although he had held back significantly, the impact still rattled Enel’s entire body.

"Cough! Cough! Cough!"

He struggled desperately to breathe.

At that moment—

Enel truly understood the terrifying gap between them.

Compared to Whitebeard, he was insignificant.

Completely insignificant.

Finally, he lowered his proud head.

"I admit defeat..."

"P-Pops."

Jozu: "???"

That was it?

Wasn’t this way too hasty?!

"Pop, this guy is obviously trying to join our crew."

Jozu pointed at Enel suspiciously.

"His intentions are way too obvious. What if he’s up to something?"

Whitebeard naturally understood that Enel had his own motives.

But he didn’t care.

None of it mattered.

Because in the face of absolute strength—

Every scheme and conspiracy was nothing more than fragile trash.

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