This Is My Prison Break Plan! (Seeking Reads!)

"Send Storm to Extreme Cold Hell!"

Magellan, after all, was the Warden of Impel Down, and his reaction speed was the fastest among those present.

"We absolutely cannot let him clash head-on with Shiryu again!"

However.

No matter how fast the Lord Warden spoke.

He couldn't outpace the fury rising in the Deputy Warden's mind.

"Kora yarou! (You bastard!)"

Accompanied by a roar that whistled through missing teeth.

Shiryu, his cheeks bruised and swollen, climbed to his feet from the chaotic floor.

He had just finished his "vacation" in Extreme Cold Hell and, without even time to retrieve his weapon, had been brought directly to the Warden's Office.

But even without his Famous Sword [Rain Shower] in hand.

Shiryu was still a masterful Great Swordsman.

Bare-handed, he charged at Storm, his raised right fist coated in a heavy, pitch-black luster.

Armament Haki!

"Die, brat!"

In his rage, Shiryu exploded with unimaginable speed, closing the distance to Storm like a flash of lightning.

Even Magellan was caught slightly off guard.

But Storm, who had been on guard for a follow-up attack, clearly tracked Shiryu's trajectory.

He swung his right fist at Shiryu, white clay wrapping around its surface, further entwined with powerful [Armament Haki].

Armament Giant Fist!

Boom!

The two iron fists, one large and one small, collided with tremendous force.

A thunderclap-like explosion instantly rang out in the Warden's Office.

With the point of impact between Storm and Shiryu's fists as the epicenter, rolling waves of force erupted, blasting everything around them.

A violent gale seemed to sweep through the room, sending all sorts of debris flying through the air before they slammed into the walls.

A cacophony of crackling and banging filled the air.

"So strong!"

"Both of them are so strong!"

"Ah—my Warden's Office!"

Sadie-chan, Domino, and Hannyabal, the three bystanders, were forced to retreat to the side, trying to stay as far from the core of the battle as possible.

But Magellan had no such concerns.

"You two—"

A few drops of deep purple venom dripped from Magellan's forehead, and in the next second, his entire body was covered in terrifying poison.

As the Warden of Impel Down.

Magellan's combat strength within the prison was in no way inferior to that of an Admiral!

"Poison Dragon!"

In the blink of an eye.

Magellan unleashed a massive, deep purple Poison Dragon.

The terrifying dragon, exuding a pungent, toxic gas, opened its gaping maw and instantly swallowed the two locked in stalemate.

Last time in the prison cafeteria.

The Poison Dragon Magellan released had only served as a deterrent.

But this time in the office, he fully unleashed the terrifying power of the Doku Doku no Mi.

When the dragon's venom splattered onto the floor.

The two who had just been bitten by the Poison Dragon were revealed.

Shiryu was covered head to toe in venom, kneeling on one knee, his face pale and purple, clearly heavily poisoned.

As for Storm.

White clay formed a suit of humanoid armor, completely protecting him from all angles, leaving no openings.

Once the dragon's venom dissipated, this pitted clay armor also vanished.

Unharmed, Storm appeared before everyone.

"Hannyabal!"

Magellan stared at Storm for a moment, then suddenly called out the Chief Jailer's name.

"Send Storm to the Extreme Cold Hell!"

The Lord Warden repeated his earlier words, adding a few more details.

"Three days of solitary confinement!

"No one is to visit him without my orders!"

Hannyabal carefully sidestepped the puddles of venom on the floor, walked over to Storm, and tugged at his sleeve.

Storm followed the cue and left the Warden's Office alongside Hannyabal.

The two walked together down the corridor of Scorching Hell.

Once they were well clear of the Warden's Office, Hannyabal finally let out a long breath.

"Storm, you... ah..."

Hannyabal shook his head, speaking with concern.

"I told you long ago, don't provoke Shiryu. That guy's a madman!"

"I didn't go out of my way to provoke him, remember? He started it with me!"

Storm reminded him.

"Back in the cafeteria, it was Shiryu who swung his sword first.

"If someone takes a slash at me, I can't just do nothing, can I?"

That cafeteria skirmish last time.

If not for the unique properties of the [Clay Fruit] ability, Storm might have actually been seriously wounded by that bastard Shiryu.

Such a grudge—how could he not repay it?

The only regret Storm had now

was that his punch earlier hadn't been heavy enough! He hadn't managed to take Shiryu down in one blow!

If that "Workplace Face-Breaking Fist" had packed enough power, Storm could have seen Impel Down's Deputy Warden's [Big Trophy] for himself!

What a shame!

Hannyabal didn't know the disappointment Storm felt inside.

But he still couldn't help sneaking a glance at Storm.

'Right, Shiryu did swing first, but did he actually get the better of you?'

If Hannyabal remembered correctly, in both of Storm and Shiryu's fights, Shiryu came out worse each time.

And Storm?

Had his clothes even gotten dirty once?

Even if they had, it was probably from getting stained with Shiryu's blood, right?

Hannyabal shook his head internally and chose to skip past the topic of Shiryu.

Though he was worried Shiryu might retaliate against Storm later, judging by the strength Storm had just shown...

maybe he didn't need to worry after all.

"Magellan is genuinely angry this time."

Hannyabal shifted the conversation to the Extreme Cold Hell.

"The fifth level really isn't a place for people.

"Once Magellan cools down in a bit, I'll try to see if I can get you moved to a different floor."

"No need at all."

Storm quickly stopped him.

He appreciated Hannyabal's goodwill, but he really wanted to go to the Extreme Cold Hell!

Earlier, when Storm had beaten Shiryu in front of everyone in the Warden's Office, his main goal was to vent his anger.

His secondary goal was to get sent to the Extreme Cold Hell!

If Shiryu could earn a stint in the Extreme Cold Hell by beating up fellow prisoners, there was no reason Storm couldn't do the same!

Storm now needed a large number of [Golden Trophy] to continue enhancing his abilities.

Extreme Cold Hell was filled with prisoners whose bounties exceeded one hundred million.

Storm had long wanted to hunt for trophies in Extreme Cold Hell!

Beat Shiryu in public.

That was Storm's prison entry plan!

Hannyabal had no idea about any of this.

He still thought Storm was stopping him from acting because he was worried about losing face in front of Magellan.

"Storm!"

Hannyabal was first moved to tears, then quickly rallied his spirits.

"Don't worry! I'll definitely help you switch floors!"

"Hannyabal."

Storm was deeply touched, then rejected the other's goodwill again.

"You don't want Shiryu to find out you tried to interfere with the Warden's orders, do you?"

"Sh-Shiryu?"

Hannyabal suddenly stammered.

A man's reputation was like a tree's shadow.

Hannyabal never cared about revealing his ambitions in front of Magellan.

Because he knew Magellan was actually a good person.

But Shiryu?

That bastard would really draw his sword and cut someone down!

"Sorry, Storm."

Hannyabal's mental state instantly turned gloomy.

"I'm just too useless..."

Storm felt a bit apologetic inside.

But for the sake of the "Trophy Hunting Plan," he could only let Hannyabal down a little more.

Before he could open his mouth to comfort him, though, Hannyabal inexplicably "fired up" again.

"One day, I will become the Warden of Impel Down!"

Storm patted Hannyabal on the shoulder.

"...Keep at it."

Since they had decided to handle things officially, Hannyabal and Storm went straight to the First Sea Level, the Jailer Chief's office.

"Even though I think it's completely unnecessary, let's leave the weapons here."

Hannyabal pointed at the [Alcohol Iron Ore Katana] at Storm's waist and couldn't help complaining.

"Come to think of it, I've never seen you use a sword. Why do you always carry it around?"

"For the cool factor, of course!"

"Huh?"

"Ahem, actually, I used a sword in my early years."

"Early years..."

Hannyabal rubbed his forehead in exasperation.

"How old are you anyway? Sigh, why did I even bring this up?"

Storm took out the [Alcohol Iron Ore Katana] and the [Seastone Tonfa] together and placed them on the designated rack.

Just then, a nearby Den Den Mushi suddenly rang.

Brrr brrr--

It wasn't Impel Down's contact Den Den Mushi.

It was Storm's personal Den Den Mushi.

Storm glanced at Hannyabal and casually picked up the Den Den Mushi.

"Ah la la--"

Without letting the person on the other end finish speaking, Storm replied succinctly.

"Going to prison now, don't disturb."

Clatter!

After dropping that line, Storm directly hung up the Den Den Mushi.

Hannyabal looked over curiously.

"Who was that?"

"Whoever it was, it wasn't Magellan."

Storm put away his personal Den Den Mushi and pushed Hannyabal out of his office.

"Let's go to the Extreme Cold Hell together!"

"I heard from the Jailers earlier that you can cross the Extreme Cold Hell barehanded without wearing protective gear?"

"Ah? Ahaha!"

Hannyabal let out a dry laugh.

"After all, I'm the man who will become the Warden of Impel Down..."

On the other end of the Den Den Mushi.

Paradise, on a calm, windless sea.

Aokiji rode a bicycle, staring blankly at the receiver as he listened to the dial tone.

What... did he just hear?

"Ara ara, I must have slept too long and gotten a bit fuzzy-headed."

Aokiji scratched his messy afro.

"I must have dialed the wrong number just now."

Boo boo!

Aokiji's personal Den Den Mushi immediately let out a special sound.

Its bobbing motion only meant one thing—

The number was correct!

"How could that be?"

Refusing to believe it, Aokiji dialed again.

But this time, all he heard was a dial tone.

Storm's Den Den Mushi could no longer be reached!

"I thought Storm went to Impel Down to be a Jailer?"

Aokiji stared wide-eyed at the Den Den Mushi, the piercing dial tone carrying far across the sea.

"Who put him in prison!"

In this humble one's opinion.

Magellan is a [location] and [time] limited edition Admiral.

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Last day of June.

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