Chapter 139

"Is this the power of the True God's Body?"

"The power radiating from this form… it feels like it could've killed me with a single punch before my enhancement."

As Kairos Flint felt the surge of energy coursing through him, he couldn't help but be moved.

This power—raw, immense, and intoxicating—was truly something else.

But even in the face of such overwhelming strength, Kairos remained composed.

He hadn't let the newfound power swell his ego or change his character.

He was still Kairos—only now, far stronger than before.

"A True God's physique... This will multiply the effectiveness of every move I can perform," Kairos thought to himself.

Most of his techniques were based on his physical body.

So naturally, the more his body evolved, the more devastating his combat skills would become.

After savoring this realization, he stepped out of his room.

The moment Nami spotted him, a chill ran down her spine.

She instinctively turned to flee—but it was too late.

Kairos was already at her side, scooping her up effortlessly.

"Running away now, little kitten? Not a chance."

"Today, I'll show you just how powerful I've become."

Nami's half-hearted struggles were ignored as Kairos carried her back into his room.

Before long, soft, flushed moans could be heard through the doors.

Outside, Vivi, Robin, Uta, and Perona paid no mind—they were used to this by now.

But the newcomers, Rebecca and Baby-5, flushed scarlet.

They had only been aboard for a few days and were clearly still adjusting.

After thoroughly "disciplining" Nami, she realized her mistake and earnestly begged for mercy.

As always, Kairos forgave her.

Once they had cleaned up, the two walked out again, completely unfazed by the curious stares around them.

They had long since become immune to such reactions.

Then Kairos made an announcement.

"Get ready."

"Our next destination—Whitebeard's territory."

He declared it boldly.

That old man, Whitebeard, had the audacity to say he wanted Kairos as a son?

That alone warranted a personal visit.

Moreover, Kairos had just read the latest issue of the World Economic News.

It detailed how the World Government had all but retreated after their encounter with him.

They were terrified.

Now that he had a True God's body, Kairos knew without a doubt—

If he faced Garp again, he could pin the old man to the ground with ease.

The seas were wide open to him now.

Why should he fear the World Government?

He didn't.

In fact, a part of him wished they'd put up more of a fight.

It would've been more entertaining.

But they had cowered.

That was disappointing.

"Tch. One of these days, I'll stir up more trouble for them," he muttered.

Even though the World Government had recently bowed their heads and extended goodwill, Kairos still held no affection for them—especially after what they had done to Hancock.

He owed it to her to retaliate.

At the very least, he planned to wipe out a few more Celestial Dragons.

With those thoughts churning in his mind, Kairos set sail aboard the Mythic Sky.

He didn't know Whitebeard's exact location—but he didn't need to.

Before the red-haired Shanks left, Kairos had obtained life cards: one for Shanks and one for Whitebeard.

In the New World, weather was more erratic than anywhere else.

And Log Pose compasses only locked onto permanent islands.

Pirates like Whitebeard—giants among men—spent most of their time at sea.

So how did one find them?

Life cards.

These small slips of paper pointed directly to a person's location, no matter where they were on the seas.

That's how Shanks and Whitebeard managed to cross paths in the first place.

—

Meanwhile, at Navy Headquarters, things were grim.

No one could deny it—their clash with Kairos had been a disaster.

If the World Government hadn't paid out massive compensations and provided naval healthcare funding, the Fleet Admiral Sengoku would have already stormed into Mary Geoise and flipped the Five Elders' tables.

The casualties were staggering.

And the injuries to the Navy's top brass? Even worse.

Kizaru, thankfully, wasn't in critical condition.

Thanks to his formidable physique and the Navy's elite medical facilities, he'd be back on his feet in a month.

But the other two generals?

Not so lucky.

Aokiji's injuries weren't fatal, but one leg was badly shattered.

By the time medics arrived—over half a day later—the damage had been done.

Even with expert treatment, the diagnosis was blunt:

"Limp for life."

They managed to save his leg from amputation, but the damage was irreparable.

He would always walk with a limp.

It was a painful blow to Navy morale.

And Aokiji himself?

Well, as bitter as it sounded, he felt slightly better when he looked at Akainu.

The man had lost an entire arm.

Compared to that, a limp didn't seem so bad.

Sure, it was petty to compare war wounds to feel better about your own, but Aokiji couldn't help it.

The war with Kairos Flint had left scars—physical and otherwise.