"It looks like nothing unexpected will happen."
With his hands clasped behind his back, Imu observed the fierce battle between Enma and Sanast from close range through a hazy purple layer of space.
He was currently in another layer of the Underworld, accessed through a technique developed by imitating the Door-Door Fruit's abilities.
Thus, Imu called it the "Space Gate."
Simple and easy to understand.
Come to think of it, he had previously worried that this technique might not work here.
After all, no one knew whether the Underworld even had another layer of space.
Whether it was the Door-Door Fruit or his "Space Gate," neither fundamentally created a new space out of thin air.
They merely opened a "door" that allowed him to travel between two worlds.
If the Underworld had no other space, then the "door" would be meaningless.
Fortunately, the result did not disappoint him.
Although this space was an unusual shade of purple, it was otherwise identical to the "Door-Door Space."
No matter how fiercely Enma and Sanast fought outside, the seemingly violent energy and shockwaves could not affect him in the slightest, nor could they detect his presence.
To be honest, Imu liked this feeling very much.
There was only one thing he had never understood.
Clearly, once people died, their souls lost their Devil Fruit abilities. In other words, there should not be any ability users in the Underworld. Although he had not died, he was indeed in the Underworld in soul form, so why could he still use his Space Fruit ability?
Imu did not know the underlying reason, but he considered it a good thing.
As long as they figured out how to make more people leave their bodies as souls and come to the Underworld, the World Government would no longer