Pirates: Your emperor has returned!

Its power is enough to destroy the entire sky island!

Now, Enel's already enormous Thor form is wrapped in a thick layer of golden armor, and by utilizing the conductivity of gold, the power of this attack is further enhanced.

Thor, wielding a massive golden halberd, looked down at Rowan.

"Did you see that...?"

A deep voice echoed through Apayado, "Qinghai people, this is the power of God!"

Rowan stroked his chin, looking at Enel with interest. "So, you think I can't do it?"

But to Rowan's surprise, Enel shook his head. "No, you can do it, Qinghai man, you can do it!"

Enel gripped his halberd tightly and growled, "It's precisely because you can do it that I don't understand!"

Rowan raised an eyebrow. "Don't you understand what?"

"You possess the qualifications and power of a god!"

The gold was still gathering when Enel slowly said, "If you want, you can easily conquer the Sky Island, and you can probably easily conquer every country in the Blue Sea as well."

"If anyone rebels, you will punish them; if anyone obeys, you will grant them a gift."

"This is God!"

Enel was asking Rowan a question, and he was also expressing his own feelings.

"You, me, and our combined strength can bring us everything we desire! Why shouldn't we do it? What gives us the right not to?"

"Do you really have to stand in the mud and let the filth of mortals taint you?"

"Whether it's mercy or cruelty, it's all determined by power!"

By the time he finished speaking, Enel's golden armor was complete.

He raised the halberd in his hand.

Rowan also enveloped his entire body in Armament Haki and gripped the black gun tightly.

He grinned and answered:

Have you ever eaten at that fried rice place at the end of Cactus Street in Albana?

"Ok?"

Enel was taken aback, not understanding what was going on.

Luo Wen continued, "There's a stall in Yunwan Village that sells grilled fish. The owner used to be a chef. The fish he grills is so oily and fragrant. Have you tried it?"

Have you ever heard the desert zither?

"And the whistles of the Sky Island."

"The starry sky over Baihai, the sunset over Qinghai... and much more."

"People who are high up cannot see these things."

Splash...

Countless sand soldiers rose from the ground, filling the deserted Shandora.

They held their spears and raised their heads.

Rather than a formation, it was more like a testament.

The only gun that was being swung was the one in Rowan's hand.

He leaped forward and charged towards Enel.

Swish!

In the midst of the clash, Enel's spear shattered, breaking into countless golden sands that rained down from the sky.

Thor's massive body crashed down, transforming back into Enel's original form.

The outcome is decided!

Rowan walked up to him and sat cross-legged on the ground.

"God can only look down upon humankind."

He looked Enel straight in the eye and said slowly:

"But I always think, in the human world."

[Chapter Sixty-Eight: Simulating Shandora]

pain.

It hurts……

Since eating that strange fruit and gaining the power of a god, Enel had never felt such pain.

What am I doing?

Oh, it seems like they're fighting that Qinghai man.

What kind of ability did that Qinghai man use to be able to attack the body of a god?

Moreover, he seems to possess an ability similar to his own "mind network".

Are there really people like this in Qinghai?

Ouch... My body hurts so much, it feels like my ribs were broken by that black spear.

……

Is that man from Qinghai named Ryan Rowan?

Enel could still hear Rowan's last words echoing in his ears.

In the human world...

Ha, how boring!

He clearly possesses power enough to destroy the world, yet he insists on associating with those mortals; he's just asking for trouble.

……

Enel's consciousness gradually rose from the deep darkness.

He opened his eyes, and his vision went from blurry to clear.

At first glance, he saw a hand reaching out to him, as if to pull him up from the ground.

"Heh heh heh, the victor's pity? No need!"

Enel was about to slap the hand away when he suddenly noticed that the hand was very slender, completely different from Rowan's.

woman?

He was taken aback and looked up following the hand, where he saw an unfamiliar face.

It was a girl carrying a fruit basket, and Enel had never seen her dressed like this before.

At that moment, the girl was looking at Enel with a puzzled expression, seemingly not understanding what he was saying.

Enel was even more puzzled by this.

He only remembered being defeated by Rowan, being forced to deactivate his Thor form and fall to the ground, so why was he in front of this girl?

……wrong!

Upon closer inspection, the skin of this "girl" is composed of countless tiny grains of sand, giving her entire body the golden hue characteristic of sand.

Was it Rowan's doing?

Enel tried to stand up on his own, but because of the sharp pain in his chest, he grabbed the girl's hand instead.

I'll see what you're really up to!

"Well……"

Enel was pulled to his feet by the girl. Looking around, he realized that there were far more than just the girl among the "people" formed from the sand.

Countless people of all kinds filled the long-lost "golden land" of Shangdola.

Enel observed for a moment and suddenly had a sense of déjà vu, as if it were an absurd scene.

They are living.

Although Enel melted a large amount of gold during his final attack, the time was too short to affect most of Shandora's remaining forces.

The market, the streets, the shops, and most importantly, the people themselves.

Aside from the traces left by time, such as vines, dust, ruins, and the absence of voices, this city from four hundred years ago is now truly standing before Enel's eyes!

That Rowan actually recreated the ancient city of Shandora using sand?!

However, Enel then noticed something was amiss.

The people living there have very distinctive clothing styles, but they are completely out of place with the style of Shandora herself, creating a strong sense of disconnect between the two.

Enel carefully observed the girl in front of him and couldn't help but touch his chin.

"This is……"

"This is the style of clothing from Alabasta 800 years ago."

Rowan's voice came from the side, "I haven't seen the original Shandora, so I can only use the Alabasta style as a substitute for now."

Enel looked in the direction of the sound and found Rowan sitting cross-legged not far from him, looking up at the ancient city that had been "temporarily revived" by the sand.

"Is this the confidence of a winner?"

Enel sneered, reaching for his golden staff, preparing to retreat. "Aren't you afraid I'll run away?"

"run?"

Rowan thought for a moment, "If you want to escape at all costs, there are very few people in the world who can stop you."

Indeed, the ultimate development of the Mind Network, combined with the near-light-speed mobility of the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, is perhaps only comparable to that of Admiral Kizaru's Glint-Glint Fruit.

Rowan was able to gain the upper hand earlier entirely because he caught Enel off guard with his fierce attacks.

After all, Enel is quite lacking in combat experience, and this lack of experience makes him extremely weak in handling unexpected situations.

"If we really have to catch you, we might have to first put you in sea stone chains and then lock you in a prison on the seabed of Qinghai."