Impel Down Prison, Level Six's Infinite Prison.
This was the very bottom of Impel Down, the place with the tightest defenses. Every cell stood alone, dark, empty, and devoid of human presence.
After his injuries had been roughly treated, Golden Lion was thrown into this level of the prison. He opened his eyes and looked at the pair of Sea Stone shackles around his ankles.
"Jiehahahaha! Mere Sea Stone shackles are nowhere near enough to hold me, Golden Lion."
"So, you're planning to cut off your own feet?" A faint voice suddenly sounded beside his ear.
He turned his head and saw a transparent phantom standing beside him, looking at him curiously.
"Eek! Roger's ghost!?" Golden Lion's eyes widened, his face frozen in a stunned, ghost-struck expression.
The Illusionary Clone immediately got a face full of black lines. "In what way do I look anything like Roger?"
"So you're not a ghost!" Golden Lion looked visibly relieved.
"So the important part is whether I'm a ghost?" the Illusionary Clone could not help but quip.
Well, in the Pirate World, you never knew whether the seemingly serious fellow in front of you would suddenly do something bizarre.
Having inherited all of Doflamingo's memories, the Illusionary Clone had long grown used to this.
"By the way, when did you get here? How long have you been in Impel Down? Is this some kind of marvelous Devil Fruit ability?"
Golden Lion looked at the Illusionary Clone with a face full of curiosity.
The Illusionary Clone fell silent for a moment. He had actually emerged from the ring Doflamingo had deliberately left inside Golden Lion's body during his first sneak attack in their battle.
Using Intangibility, the ring itself had slipped around Golden Lion's rib bone. In other words, it had bound itself to