The dozen golden spheres were casually thrown out by Lucian.
They flew silently toward Whitebeard and the others.
The Five Elders and Garling watched with expressions ranging from confusion to mockery.
Even Im, far away, stared intently with those inhuman eyes.
The moment the spheres touched Whitebeard, Roger, Garp, and the others—
They simply melted into their bodies.
There wasn't even a ripple on the surface of their skin.
Time seemed to freeze.
For a single second—
The entire battlefield fell into a strange silence.
The roaring clashes.
The howling attacks.
The explosive collisions of energy—
All of it was swallowed by that eerie stillness.
Time stretched endlessly in that moment.
Then—
BOOM!!!
An indescribable surge of warm, overwhelming life energy exploded from within their bodies.
Inside Whitebeard.
Roger.
Garp.
Golden Lion.
Inside every warrior touched by the spheres.
"What… what is this…?"
One of the Five Elders facing Whitebeard froze mid-sneer.
He watched in disbelief.
The terrifying wound on Whitebeard's chest—cut open by Shodai Kitetsu, deep enough to expose bone—
Was healing at an impossible speed.
Less than a single breath later—
The wound that had nearly split him in half disappeared completely.
Not even a scar remained.
"RAAAAAAH!!!"
Elsewhere, Garp let out a thunderous roar.
His right arm, whose bones had been fractured by immense force, suddenly filled with an indescribable tingling sensation.
He could hear his bones cracking.
The shattered bones instantly reconnected.
Reforged.
Stronger than before.
A tremendous surge of power flooded back into his iron fist.
"Ha… ha… hahaha!"
Roger threw his head back and laughed.
The Haki within his body, which had been nearly exhausted—
Flooded back like a bursting dam.
Even greater than before.
Even greater than his peak.
He laughed wildly.
Full of exhilaration and astonishment.
And it wasn't just them.
Golden Lion Shiki.
Kaido.
Linlin.
Gaban.
Every person touched by those spheres erupted with brilliant golden light.
Pillars of light shot toward the sky.
The battlefield that had been covered in darkness and blood—
Was suddenly illuminated like a golden divine kingdom.
Every injury.
Every trace of exhaustion.
Every bit of lost energy—
Recovered instantly.
No—
This was more than recovery.
Whitebeard looked down at his hands.
They were flawless.
Stronger than when the battle had begun.
Power surged endlessly through his body.
The face of the man who had sailed the seas for decades—
A man who had seen everything—
Was filled with disbelief for the first time.
His current condition—
Was better than before the battle started.
No.
Better than any moment in his entire life.
This was true—
Absolute peak condition.
No.
It had surpassed even that.
He raised his head.
His gaze collided with Roger's and Garp's.
From their eyes—
He saw the same mixture of shock and exhilaration.
What kind of power was this?
A Devil Fruit?
Haki?
No.
Neither.
Restoring over a dozen top-tier monsters instantly—
And pushing them beyond their peak—
This ability surpassed the concept of a mere "power."
This was a miracle.
They were monsters of the human world.
Then the man standing behind them—
The white-masked figure still focused on purifying Rocks—
What was he?
A true god?
If the allied side was filled with shock and excitement—
Then the enemy side fell into complete silence.
The Five Elders and Garling—
Who had been preparing to grind down these wounded enemies—
All froze.
Their expressions changed in a ridiculous instant.
From confident cruelty—
To stunned disbelief.
Then, when they felt the terrifying aura erupting from Whitebeard and the others—
An aura several times stronger than before—
Their shock turned into something else.
Despair.
Bone-deep fear flooded their hearts.
Their morale collapsed completely.
They were no longer facing wounded enemies who could be slowly worn down.
They were facing—
More than a dozen sea monsters at full strength.
No.
Beyond full strength.
How could they fight this?
How the hell were they supposed to fight this?!
Far away, Im, still inhabiting Saturn's body—
Finally felt something he had not felt in centuries.
Unease.
He stared at Lucian's back.
Those inhuman eyes that had watched over the world for eight hundred years—
For the first time in centuries—
Displayed caution.
This man.
This sudden variable.
Who was he?
What exactly was he?
The battlefield—
Had completely escaped the script he had written.
"Gurarararara…"
A deep laugh broke the silence.
Whitebeard.
He was the first to recover from the overwhelming shock.
In its place—
A rising tide of battle lust.
His laughter grew louder.
Wilder.
Until it thundered across the entire God Valley.
"GURARARARARARA!!!"
Amid the wild laughter—
He slammed Murakumogiri into the ground.
BOOM!!!
This time—
It wasn't just an impact.
The entire island of God Valley—
The so-called "Forbidden Land of the Gods"—
Shook violently.
A massive crack several meters wide tore through the ground.
Spreading outward from the point where his blade struck.
The fracture ripped across half the battlefield.
This—
Was the true power of Edward Newgate.
The future strongest man in the world.
At the peak of his youth.
Afterward, Whitebeard turned his head.
His hawk-like eyes locked onto the Five Elders, whose faces had turned pale with fear.
He grinned.
A terrifying grin.
More frightening than any demon.
An overwhelming wave of Haki erupted from his body.
The peak of Conqueror's Haki crushed the air itself until it groaned under the pressure.
Then he spoke.
His voice thundered like the command of a king.
"Warm-up's over…"
"You pieces of trash!!!"
The moment those words fell—
Roger.
Garp.
Golden Lion.
Kaido.
Every sea monster restored to peak condition exploded with terrifying power.
Now—
The game had truly begun.
From this moment onward—
The real hell would start.