Ida's Son

Three days later.

"Dogahahaha... cough, cough..."

Loki lay spread-eagled on the freezing snow. His already minimal clothing had been shredded until it was worse than the rags some slaves used for modesty, exposing his powerful body, covered in bruises and blood scabs.

His chest heaved violently, and the white vapor from his breath stretched long in the icy wind. Yet his serpent-like eyes shone more brilliantly than ever as he stared fixedly at the human standing on his chest.

"You won, Dawn. You really are strong. As expected of someone who inherited Rocks's will. Let me join your pirate crew!"

The Giant Tribe revered strength and respected the strong. Loki might have disdained any other human, but the blond young man before him was an exception.

Dawn raised an eyebrow slightly. His primary purpose in coming to Elbaf this time had been to leave a deep impression on this giant prince with limitless potential, laying the groundwork for a future invitation.

Loki's initiative spared him countless words and calculations.

His identity as a member of the David Family, his imitation of Rocks's swordsmanship, and the world-shaking attack on Mary Geoise—together, they seemed to have made him far more appealing to Loki than he had anticipated.

After pondering for a moment, Dawn gave his answer:

"My new ship hasn't been built yet. The old one can't accommodate someone of your size. When the day comes that I officially sail to Elbaf, if you still feel the same way, there will be a place for you on my ship."

Recruiting Loki had always been part of Dawn's plan. Otherwise, he would not have specifically asked Mr. Tom to build a separate cabin capable of accommodating a member of the Ancient Giant Tribe.

But Loki had neither eaten a Devil Fruit nor acquired