Jake roughly calculated that during the sun's duration, all his abilities were enhanced by about 300%.
Just imagine—if this power could be equally shared with every ally within the sun's range, the result would be a truly terrifying sight.
You'd witness Sakazuki's Meteor Volcano, nearly the size of four or five battleships.
You'd see Aokiji instantly freezing an entire island in a super Ice Age!
You'd behold Garp's "Galaxy Impact," where a single punch shatters an entire island into countless fragments.
And you'd witness Zephyr's terrifying fist wind, tearing apart the very sky itself.
Watching Kizaru's indiscriminate barrage of Yasakani no Magatama, amplified by the sun, Jake believed that the lasers Kizaru would fire wouldn't just graze targets anymore—they'd reduce people to bloody mist instantly!
You could see Sengoku's shockwaves spanning hundreds of meters.
You could witness Whitebeard's terrifying tremors submerging four or five islands in an instant.
You could behold Shanks' divine departure slash capable of splitting the entire Red Line!
If this level of amplification could be equally granted to every ally, they wouldn't even need to hold out for thirty seconds—just three would be enough to shatter any faction in this world.
Celestial Dragons? Against such an onslaught, even the Red Line would be pulverized!
Gazing at Moria, who lay on the ground gasping for breath, Jake smiled and extended a hand.
"You alright? Sorry, this was my first time trying this move—didn't quite control the power."
Moria looked at Jake, sighed, and said slowly.
"You'd better get out of here soon. If you stick around, I doubt I'll live much longer."
"Relax, Moria. With me here, dying would be the hard part."
Jake chuckled, then tossed Moria a Healing Prayer.
Watching the color return to his face, Jake asked.
"So, how do I stack up against the people you've fought?"
Moria rolled his eyes.
"You've already beaten me, so you're definitely stronger than anyone I've defeated. As for the ones I couldn't beat—like Kaido—why don't you go fight him yourself?"
Jake laughed.
"No way I'd stand a chance against a monster like that. Need help getting back?"
"You're the one who put me here—of course you're carrying me back."
Jake hauled Moria up by the arm, and the two trudged toward the fog-shrouded castle.
...
Ten days later, the airship glided smoothly through the clouds, the Red Line now visible below.
This was the world's transit point between Paradise and the New World—
Sabaody Archipelago!
Formed by the roots of the 79 largest mangrove trees, the "Yggdrasill," these exposed roots created small islands on the water's surface.
The Yggdrasill roots secreted a special natural resin that expanded into bubbles when exposed to air, floating skyward.
These bubbles only lasted within Sabaody's climate—pop the moment they left.
But the locals used this resin to create coating fluid, offering Pirates a not-so-safe passage to and fro.
Jake didn't plan to bring many people down this time.
The Ark Maxim was too massive—coating a ship that size would cost a fortune.
Better to rent a small vessel—quicker and more convenient.
Besides, Jake had another important errand here.
He intended to visit the legendary Dark King, Rayleigh—the Pirate King's right-hand man!
The 79 trees of Sabaody Archipelago are all numbered, with each numbered area serving different functions and having distinct characteristics.
For example, in areas numbered 1-29, the primary functions include human trafficking shops, slave auctions, and lawless zones.
The bar where Rayleigh resides is located in Area 1.
"Are you two going again? I've been taking care of the kids here all along. You better give me a raise later, you know."
In response to Rosinante's joking remark, Jake laughed and said.
"Looking after kids isn't that hard. This time, you'll have to do more than just that. Many Marines in Sabaody Archipelago have been found colluding with Pirates, especially in Areas 1 to 29. I hope that by the time I return after handling my business, you'll have gathered all the evidence of their crimes.
This place is where Pirates from the four seas send fresh blood to the New World. If the Marines here are colluding with Pirates, then the New World will never know peace. This time, I'm going down to seal off the passage to Fish-Man Island.
As for the Marines on Sabaody Archipelago who are in league with Pirates, they'll be kicked into the dustbin of history along with that passage!"
As Jake spoke these words, faint golden currents of electricity flickered around him.
Watching this, Rosinante rubbed his head uncertainly:
"While I'm happy to help, the scope is just too vast. I can't handle all this alone, especially since I know almost nothing about Sabaody Archipelago. I don't even have a way to infiltrate the underworld."
Hearing this, Jake nodded and explained.
"That's why I'll find you a guide this time to help with the mission. If you encounter any problems you can't solve, just go to him."
At this, Rosinante expressed some concern.
"If it's an ordinary islander, please don't let them guide me. There are too many criminals here, and the power dynamics are complex. If they help us and get targeted by those guys, they'll face brutal retaliation once we leave. We can't stay here forever, and I don't want to see anyone die for helping the Marines."
To this, Jake replied with a smile.
"Rosinante, let me ask you a general knowledge question. Do you know who Gol D. Roger's vice-captain was?"
"Dark King, Silvers Rayleigh. Anyone living in this world would know that. Why are you suddenly asking me this?"
Jake grinned mysteriously.
"If he's your guide, would you still worry about him being targeted by the underworld here?"
"You're not joking with me, are you?"