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After hanging up the den-den Mushi, Colt allowed a sly smile to creep onto his lips.
Thanks to Sasuke's generous sponsorship of 2.5 billion berries, he now had the resources he needed to proceed with his plans.
While the funding for shipbuilding was secured, Colt still had one destination in mind-the Sky Island.
The allure of Skypiea was irresistible.
Despite its na, the Sky Island was not a single landmass but a cluster of islands floating high above the Grand Line.
To reach it, there were generally two thods:
The Knock-Up Stream: A rare natural phenonon that violently thrusts ships into the sky. Encountering it was as much a curse as it was a miracle, as most who experience it find themselves at the rcy of a chaotic and destructive force. A fixed pathway that provides a more stable ans of ascent, but wasn't known.
For Colt, however, things were far simpler.
By directly manipulating gravitational forces, he transford the ship into a makeshift spaceship, propelling it to an altitude of 10,000 ters at breakneck speed.
The view was breathtaking.
Thick white clouds ford an ocean-like expanse, with floating landmasses appearing as islands suspended in a sea of clouds.
Nami and Robin were captivated by the surreal scenery, marveling at the sheer wonder of the world.
"Newton would probably roll over in his grave if he saw this," Colt joked, relinquishing control of the ship to let it drift freely across the cloud sea.
Compared to the Ninja World, this place was undeniably more vibrant and enchanting.
Before long, they arrived at Angel Island.
However, their arrival did not go unnoticed. Four figures were already waiting, their stances clearly indicating hostility.
These were the four priests under Enel's command, each radiating a stance of absolute arrogance in their power.
Colt wasn't surprised.
With the powers of the [Thunder Fruit] and the so-called "Mantra," Enel could extend his perception across all of Sky Island.
Colt's blatant disregard for stealth had made his presence impossible to ignore.
Trespassing without paying the entry fee? That was a cri according to Sky Island law.
One of the Priests announced coldly, "You are charged with trespassing under the will of God. Surrender imdiately!"
Trespassing being a cri was rely another draconian rule enforced by Enel.
Colt didn't bother listening to their theatrics.
With a wave of his hand, the four priests were yanked into the air by an invisible force and bound tightly by tree trunks that erged from behind them.
The four priests were laughably weak.
Even a Marine captain would have outclassed them.
If they had been slightly stronger, Colt might have considered letting Nami and Robin practice on them.
"This is impossible!" one of them cried, his spear heating up suddenly. This was the priest Shura.
"Heat Dial"
Yet another surprising event unfolded-the tree trunks binding them absorbed the flas, tightening their grip further.
"What is...this?"
"Is it a dial?"
Colt ignored the stunned priest, casually disassembling his spear to retrieve a peculiar shell from its tip.
"What's a dial?" Robin asked, her curiosity piqued.
"Skypiea's Dials are their most fascinating specialty," Colt explained, handing the hot shell to her.
"Dials are strange, mysterious devices which have the ability to store energy and matter. They are made from the remains of a particular shellfish"
"Each one has unique properties. This one stores heat and releases it as an attack when
needed."
"Others can store shockwaves, slashes, and even energy," he continued.
Both Nami and Robin's interest was imdiately aroused.
"Let us go! You don't know who you're dealing with!" the Ordeal of Balls Priest, Satori, threatened. "God will not spare you!"
He clearly underestimated how little Colt cared for such proclamations.
The ntion of "God" made Nami and Robin chuckle.
After all, in a world like this, was anyone qualified to be called a God?
A low rumbling echoed from the sky above.
Colt glanced upward and smirked. "Your so-called god is finally coming to greet ." The [Thunder Fruit] was undoubtedly one of the most formidable Logia-type Devil Fruits. Excluding Kizaru's [Glint-Glint Fruit], even Akainu's [Magma-Magma Fruit] and Aokiji's [Ice-Ice Fruit] fell short in comparison when it ca to speed, attack power, and range. The continuous flashes of lightning above signaled Enel's attempt at a remote strike.
Boom!
Boom!
Thunderbolts rained down, blindingly bright, obscuring the scene in their aftermath.
The four priests, despite their predicant, began to smile smugly, assuming that Colt and his companions had been obliterated.
Yet, as the dust settled, their expressions morphed into shock.
Colt stood there unhard, a ball of lightning calmly resting in his palm, subservient as a
tad beast.
"Thunder? On ? Amateur move," Colt muttered, scattering the lightning in his hand.
Turning to Nami and Robin, he said, "Let's go et this god in person."
Leaving the defeated priests behind, Colt set off for the temple he had already pinpointed
with his powers.
Half an hour later, the trio stood before a grand palace.
A tall, slender figure sat cross-legged at its entrance.
Electric arcs danced across his body as Enel rose, his expression one of boredom.
"Why do you want my divine punishnt so eagerly?"
Enel's arrogance was boundless.
Despite Colt's earlier display, he remained unfazed, spinning his tallic staff as crackling
electricity surged through it.
Colt's gaze was calm yet mocking.
"Second-rate god, don't you think you're acting like a delusional kid?"
Though others had called him a god before, Colt preferred to keep a level head.
After all, true gods could destroy stars with a wave of their hands or even control ti and
space.
"Second-rate? What do you an?" Enel frowned, unfamiliar with the term but clearly
irritated.
Before he could ask further, Colt's dismissive deanor lit a spark of rage in him.
Rising into the sky, Enel summoned bolts of lightning from the clouds above, his wrist
crackling with energy.
"Prepare to face the wrath of God!"
"[30 Million Volt Thunderbird]!"
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