In the New World, a rather unique sailing ship drifted through a particur stretch of sea, flying the fg of a pirate crew.

  What made this ship so unusual was that it wasn't sailing oer—it was flying through the sky.

  However, this wasn't the work of Golden Lion Shiki. The fg on this ship bore no resembo the emblem of the Flying Pirates. Instead, it dispyed a skull with lightning bolts fnkiher side.

  Anyone familiar with the pirate world would immediately reize this symbol, it beloo her than one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, Ehe "Thunder God."

  Enel was a well-known figure in the New World, a high-profile and immensely powerful pirate. His reputation as one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, bined with the overwhelming might of his Logia-type Thuhunder Fruit, made him a force to be reed with.

  Since arriving in the New World, he had never suffered a single defeat.

  Of course, he had tempted to challenge Whitebeard or any of the other true monsters of the sea, he wasn't reckless enough to court disaster.

  Still, because of his youth, many of the older pirates in the New World had initially viewed him as an easy target.

  One by ohey had tried to challenge his title as a Warlord.

  One by ohey had been obliterated by his overwhelming power.

  The Thuhunder Fruit was one of the most fearsome Devil Fruits ience, and Enel was a natural-born batant. His Observation Haki was exceptional, he had even begun to reach a level simir to Katakuri's, occasionally catg glimpses of the future.

  On top of that, his ability to read minds through his Devil Fruit granted him a terrifying advantage in battle. He could anticipate his oppos' thoughts iime, allowing him to ter them effortlessly.

  While his Armament Haki wasn't particurly advanced, it didn't matter. His Thuhunder Fruit more than pensated for any gaps in his physical defenses, and once he had refined his bat teiques, he had essentially bee unstoppable.

  With his raw power and the support of Cudius' CP-X, Enel should have been well-positioo establish a dominant pirate crew.

  Yet, things had turned out quite differently.

  After entering the New World, Enel had abandoned any ambitions of building a traditional pirate fleet. Despite his immerength, he cked the anizational and strategic skills of figures like Dofmingo or Crocodile.

  Though many pirates had sought to join him, Enel had shown little i in anding subordinates. His crew operated under aremely loose, unstructured system, with little discipline or hierarchy.

  More than that, he barely acted like a pirate at all.

  Uhers who raided and plundered, Enel rarely sought flict.

  Instead, he spent most of his time treasure hunting and expl.

  Ever since he had discovered the legendary City of Gold on Skypiea, he had bee vihat he had a natural talent for finding lost riches.

  So, after entering the New World, he had thrown himself into the role of a treasure hunter.

  He searched fendary treasures like Captain John's lost fortune, hunting down myths and a relics.

  As a result, while his pirate crew was virtually ent, his personal wealth was astronomical.

  Enel was so self-suffit that he didn't even need funding from Cudius. In fact, he paid tribute to Cudius every year, sending a share of his vast fortunes as a show of loyalty.

  At this moment, Enel's airborne ship hovered over a battered galleon floating on the sea below. The galleon bore no fgs, its weathered hull giving it the look of a ship engaged ihan-legal activities.

  It had just been attacked and raided by Enel's crew.

  Though Enel didn't engage in typical pirate activities, he wasn't above plundering ships with no affiliation.

  Ships that flew no fgs were often involved in smuggling or secret operations, meaning they frequently carried valuable cargo.

  This was Enel's personal "huntihod", a tactic he had refined over time.

  As Enel desded from his ship, the massive taiko drums embedded in his back pulsed with electricity. His elongated earlobes draped over his shoulders, and a white turban covered his head.

  He nded effortlessly, his golden staff floating in the air beside him, held aloft by his eleagic powers.

  "Lord Enel!" One of his subordinates rushed up to him, carrying a small ornate box.

  "Did we find anything iing?" Enel asked, raising an eyebrow.

  "Look, we found a Devil Fruit!" the pirate reported excitedly.

  He opehe box, revealing a golden-colored Devil Fruit that shimmered uhe light.

  Though its specific abilities were unknown, its appearance exuded a sense of wealth and prestige.

  Enel's eyes lit up with amusement. He enjoyed colleg rare and unusual treasures, particurly when they impressed Cudius. Every time he presented Cudius with a new find, he received praise—and Enel lived for that validation.

  "Not bad," he mused. "Any idea what ability it grants?"

  "I'm not sure," the pirate admitted. "It might be in the Devil Fruit Encyclopedia, but… we don't have a copy with us."

  Eapped his in thought. "The's ask someone who might know. That guy tured earlier, he seemed important. Bring him out."

  A few moments ter, his men dragged a scruffy, disheveled man onto the deck. His clothes were wet, his face pale, he had clearly just been doused with water to wake him up.

  Scorch marks covered parts of his body, remnants of the lightning bolts that had knocked him unscious earlier.

  This man was Mad, a treasure hunter who had been esc the Gold Gold Fruit back to Dressrosa as part of a deal with Dofmingo.

  Earlier, he had been celebrating his success, drinking, feasting, and dreaming of the wealth and status this job would bring him.

  Then, pletely out of nowhere, Enel had appeared.

  Before he could react, lightning had rained down from the sky, and his entire crew had been overwhelmed instantly.

  Dammit had attempted to invoke Dofmingo's o iate but the moment he spoke, he was struck by another bolt of lightning and bcked out.

  Now, drenched and barely scious, he looked up at Enel with sheer panic.

  "Please, don't kill me!" he pleaded desperately. "I work for His Highness, Dofmingo!"

  Enel's eyes narrowed. "Dofmingo? Then why weren't you flying his fg?"

  "This was a secret transport mission! We didn't want to draw attention!" Mad blurted out.

  Enel g the golden Devil Fruit in his hands. "So, this is what you were transp?"

  "Yes!" Dammit firmed hastily.

  Then, trying tain some leverage, he added, "That fruit is extremely important! You'd best not interfere, or—"

  "What kind of fruit is this?" Enel interrupted, ign the man's attempt at intimidation.

  After hesitating for a moment, Dammit finally admitted, "It's the Gold Gold Fruit."

  Enel blinked in surprise.

  He had heard of this fruit before. He knew Gild Tesoro had been hunting for it obsessively.

  Maybe this really was Dofmingo's cargo.

  Meanwhile, in Dressrosa, Dofmingo's expression had darkened siderably.

  As soon as Enel had attacked the transport ship, Dofmingo had received a.

  Now, he could no longer reach his men.

  He didn't o guess what had happened. Someone had hijacked his cargo.

  But before he could take a, his Den Den Mushi suddenly rang.

  Dofmingo g the caller ID, his brows furrowing.

  "Enel? Why the hell is he calling me?"