The Final Two Years and Departure

The speculation that Giant Power might help extend his own lifespan left Figo unsettled for a long time.

What would it be like to live 350 years?

Forget being 26 now—even if he guarded Impel Down for a hundred years until the story began and Luffy set sail, at 126, Figo would still be in his prime!

Of course, guarding Impel Down for a hundred years was out of the question. Even with eternal life, there was no need to waste his best years in the prison.

But if he really could live 350 years, could he consider staying in Impel Down for two more years?

In the six years since he'd crossed over, all his time had been spent in Impel Down. Figo had grown comfortable and accustomed to it. More importantly, plenty more Giant pirates should be sent here in the future, ripe for him to claim for free!

No, maybe he could leave Impel Down and directly participate in dismantling the Giant Warrior Pirates, personally capturing giants?

He'd chosen comfort before because Figo was weak and afraid of death. Now, choosing between comfort and adventure, Figo found it a bit hard to decide.

"Hmm, I'm thinking too far ahead. Whether Giant Power can extend lifespan isn't certain yet."

After agonizing for a while.

Figo chose to stop thinking.

Because the cafeteria was serving food.

Speaking of which, the pirate world was truly a blessing for food lovers. All kinds of bizarre Sea Kings in the sea shared one thing in common—their meat was delicious.

Three hundred sixty-five days of different flavored meat without worrying about getting fat. Wasn't this heaven?

Today, the cafeteria had cooked up a Sea King he'd caught himself that morning. It looked pretty strange—ox head, fish body—and the meat's flavor followed the head.

But even if it were some kind of Wagyu, it couldn't compare to this quality. Figo forgot everything else the moment he started eating, immersing himself in the enjoyment of the meal.

Maybe because Giant Power had affected his physique, Figo's appetite was especially good today. Before he knew it, hundreds of pounds of meat had vanished into his bottomless stomach. He wiped the grease from his lips, let out a burp, and left the cafeteria's private room that had been specially set up in the back kitchen to make serving easier.

Figo ate a lot, so he took a long time.

Usually, by the time he left the private room, most of the jailers eating in the cafeteria hall were already gone, leaving only a few kitchen staff.

Today was different. The cafeteria hall was packed with jailers, all staring eagerly at the private room, as if waiting for Figo.

Seeing Figo come out, a small commotion stirred among the jailers. Someone stepped forward and said:

"Vice Warden Figo, we heard you're going to... you're planning to transfer out of Impel Down?"

Figo replied, "You guys are pretty well-informed. I was planning to tell you before I left. What, you'll miss me?"

They definitely would. Because of Figo, the average weight of Impel Down's jailers had increased by over eight pounds every year for the past few years!

Cough, of course, their average strength and power had also increased. Sea King meat was still very nourishing.

Besides, whether when Figo was Jailer Chief or now as Vice Warden, he'd always been on the front lines escorting pirates.

He did it for archive benefits, but the jailers didn't know that. They only saw Figo as a hardworking superior who handled everything himself. Especially the first batch of jailers—they all deeply adored Figo.

Hearing Figo's confirmation, quite a few people dramatically teared up, some even tilting their heads in a hand-on-chest pose: "Vice Warden!"

"Wah... are you really leaving?"

"Take me with you! Wah wah wah..."

Their crying made Figo's whole body uncomfortable. He snapped irritably, "I haven't decided yet! Everyone go do your jobs! What are you crying to me for!"

At least there'd be Sadi in the future, but right now Impel Down didn't have a single female jailer. A bunch of grown men crying made Figo extremely disgusted.

Hurrying out of the cafeteria, Figo went straight to find Seazer. Seazer was waiting for him too and said directly, "The headquarters' transfer order has arrived."

"Figo, you can leave Impel Down on the warship picking people up in three days. The Fleet Admiral will personally award you the rank of Rear Admiral at headquarters."

Figo: "Rear Admiral? What about you?"

"I still have to stay two more years." Seazer shook his head helplessly. "Let Kinch train as Vice Warden for two years before I can leave."

Figo frowned slightly, growing more conflicted.

Thinking about the effects of Giant Power, thinking about the jailers in the cafeteria just now, the helplessness on Seazer's face in front of him... Finally, he shook his head. "Forget it. You go. I'll stay two more years!"

Seazer was stunned. "Figo, you..."

"I'm not satisfied. Why do I only leave as a Rear Admiral while you leave as a Vice Admiral? Tell the Fleet Admiral for me—I'll stay two more years, and when I leave, I want to be a Vice Admiral too." Figo smiled.

Seazer: "When I was transferred to Impel Down six years ago, I was already a Rear Admiral. You were just a Lieutenant then. Besides, you're only 26, you've already..."

"...You're not grateful?"

"No, no." Seeing this, Seazer quickly shook his head, then said solemnly, "Thank you, Figo!"

Soon, the news spread, and Impel Down erupted in a boiling cheer.

Figo felt helpless at first, but when he saw the dark look on Seazer's face, who had been looking forward to leaving, he couldn't help but laugh. The jailers were pretty cute.

Forget it. Staying two more years was fine.

The last two years!

And so, two years passed in a flash.

Marineford Calendar 1422.

Impel Down, Warden's dormitory.

Figo lay on his bed, chatting on the phone with the Fleet Admiral using the warden's exclusive Den Den Mushi.

The Den Den Mushi on his arm put on a dignified expression, its voice low: "Figo, have you truly made up your mind to leave Impel Down this time?"

"Yes, Fleet Admiral."

The Den Den Mushi nodded its antenna: "Hand over your duties to Kinch. In three days, welcome the replacement jailers and return to headquarters on that warship."

"Understood."

"Also, another warship will arrive in two days to pick up the seven Giants imprisoned in Impel Down," the Fleet Admiral added.

Figo paused: "Pick up?"

Impel Down was basically a one-way door.

Leaving meant execution!

Sure enough, the Fleet Admiral said: "That's right. They'll be transported by warship to Huoyu Island, near Elbaf, for a public execution!"

"Is that so?"

Figo acknowledged, but suddenly felt the name Huoyu Island was familiar.

The prison archives unfurled in his mind. Figo quickly searched and found the first SR-class Pirate he had helped imprison seven years ago—Doham!

[Character Event (Activated): Doham once hid most of his plundered treasure under an ancient tree on Huoyu Island...

Event Requirement: Have Doham, or help Doham, cast his treasure into the sea.]

So that's it! What a coincidence!

Figo's mind turned, and before the Fleet Admiral could hang up the Den Den Mushi, he said: "Fleet Admiral, I'd like to leave with the warship escorting the Giants."

"Hm?"

"Well... haha, it's been eight years in Impel Down. I want to get out and stretch my legs. Could I have a month's leave?"

The Fleet Admiral on the other end of the Den Den Mushi was silent for a moment, then said: "Alright. The World Government has people involved in this execution. It seems they want to do something on the side. I'll feel more at ease with you there. But don't clash with those World Government intelligence agents. Treat it like a vacation."

From the sound of it, the World Government's plan this time was kept secret from the Fleet Admiral, making him uneasy—or perhaps dissatisfied?

Figo: "Yes, I understand."

Hanging up the Den Den Mushi, Figo turned over and immediately went to find Kinch to hand over his duties.

He took charge of a transport ship, personally operated the boom to complete one baptism, beat up some unruly pirates on the fifth level, gave half a loaf of bread to a starving Great Pirate on the sixth level to keep him alive...

The last two days passed in work.

Two days later, Figo shed the warden's uniform he had worn for years, kept only a pair of sunglasses, and changed into the casual clothes of the right size he had asked the supply ship to bring him last time—a fresh new look!

He escorted the seven Giants out.

On both sides of the passage from Impel Down to the sea platform on Level 0 stood the jailers seeing him off.

They burst into tears again.

This time, Figo didn't find it so exaggerated.

"Everyone, goodbye!"

"Waaah..."

"Warden!"

"Lord Figo..."

"Safe travels! Waaah..."

Stepping onto the sea platform once more, Figo's feelings were completely different from before.

"Eight years!"

"The pirate world, here I come!"

Inside Impel Down, Kinch, now bulkier than ever, took over Figo's position as warden. Watching the slowly closing gate, the weeping jailers, and Figo's fading figure, he felt a momentary daze.

He really left?

That guy who had been weighing on me ever since he beat me back then—just left like that?

From now on, Impel Down answers to me?

When Figo truly made up his mind to leave, this time, there was no hesitation and no looking back!