"Send Storm to Extreme Cold Hell!"
Magellan was, after all, the warden of Impel Down, and his reaction speed was the fastest among them.
"We absolutely can't let him clash head-on with Shiryu again!"
However.
No matter how quickly Lord Warden spoke.
It was still no match for the fury rising in the Deputy Warden's mind.
"Cola Road! (You bastard!)"
Accompanied by an unmistakably airy roar.
Shiryu, his cheek swollen and bruised, climbed to his feet from the wreckage-strewn floor.
He had only just finished his "vacation" in Extreme Cold Hell and had not even had time to retrieve his weapon before being brought straight to the Warden's Office.
But even without his Famous Sword, Rain Shower, in hand.
Shiryu was still an extremely skilled swordsman.
Empty-handed, he charged toward Storm at top speed. His raised right fist gleamed with a dark, heavy luster.
Armament Haki!
"Go to hell, brat!"
In his rage, Shiryu burst forth with unimaginable speed and reached Storm in a flash, swift as lightning.
Even Magellan barely had time to react.
But Storm, who had been on guard against a follow-up attack from the start, clearly caught Shiryu's attack trajectory.
He swung his right fist at Shiryu. White clay wrapped around its surface, then he infused it with powerful Armament Haki.
Armament Giant Fist!
Boom!
The two Armament Haki-coated iron fists, one large and one small, slammed into each other.
A thunderous explosion instantly rang out inside the Warden's Office.
Centered on the point where Storm and Shiryu's fists collided, rolling waves of air erupted and blasted toward everything around them.
It seemed as though a violent hurricane had swept through the room. All kinds of odds and ends flew through the air before crashing into the walls.
The crackling noise continued without end.
"So strong!"
"They're both so strong!"
"Ah—my Warden's Office!"
Sadie-chan, Domino, and Hannyabal, the three spectators enjoying the spectacle, were forced to retreat to the side and stay as far from the battle's center as possible.
But Magellan had no such concern.
"You two—"
Several drops of dark purple venom slid down Magellan's forehead. The next moment, his entire body was covered in terrifying poison.
As the warden of Impel Down.
The strength Magellan could unleash inside the prison was in no way inferior to that of an Admiral!
Poison Dragon!
In the blink of an eye.
Magellan released an enormous dark-purple poison dragon.
The terrifying poison dragon, radiating a pungent toxic vapor, opened its enormous maw and instantly swallowed the two locked in combat.
The last time, in the prison cafeteria.
The Poison Dragon Magellan had released had served only as a deterrent.
But this time, inside the office, he fully unleashed the terrifying power of the Venom-Venom Fruit.
By the time the poison dragon's venom splashed onto the floor.
The two men who had just been bitten by the poison dragon were revealed as well.
Shiryu was covered from head to toe in venom. He knelt on one knee, his face bluish-purple, clearly suffering severe poisoning.
Storm, on the other hand.
White clay had transformed into a humanoid suit of armor, protecting him from every direction without leaving a single blind spot.
Once the poison dragon's venom dispersed, the pitted clay armor vanished as well.
Storm appeared before everyone, completely unharmed.
"Hannyabal!"
Magellan stared at Storm for a while before suddenly calling out the Chief Jailer's name.
"Send Storm to Extreme Cold Hell!"
Lord Warden repeated what he had said earlier, adding more details.
"Three days of solitary confinement!
"Without my order, no one is allowed to visit him!"
Carefully avoiding the venom on the floor, Hannyabal walked over to Storm and tugged at his clothes.
Storm readily complied and followed Hannyabal out of the Warden's Office.
The two walked together through the passageways of Scorching Hell.
Only after they had gotten far away from the Warden's Office did Hannyabal finally let out a long breath.
"Storm, you... Ah..."
Hannyabal shook his head and said worriedly.
"I told you long ago not to provoke Shiryu. That guy's a lunatic!"
"I didn't provoke him first. Have you forgotten? He was the one who started it!"
Storm reminded him.
"Back in the cafeteria, Shiryu was the one who attacked first.
"After someone slashes me, I can't just do nothing, can I?"
During the previous encounter in the cafeteria.
If not for the special nature of the Clay Fruit's ability.
Storm might really have been seriously wounded by Shiryu.
How could he possibly leave such a grudge unavenged?
The only thing Storm regretted now.
Was that his punch just now had not been heavy enough! He had failed to knock Shiryu down in one blow!
If the power of that Workplace Face-Breaking Fist had been sufficient.
Storm could have seen the Deputy Warden of Impel Down's Big Trophy!
What a pity!
Hannyabal did not know about the disappointment in Storm's heart.
But he still could not help sneaking a glance at Storm.
Yes, Shiryu did attack first, but did he get the better of you?
If Hannyabal remembered correctly.
In Storm and Shiryu's two battles, Shiryu had suffered the heavier injuries each time.
As for Storm?
Had this guy's clothes even gotten dirty once?
Even if they had, it was probably because they had been stained with Shiryu's blood, right?
Hannyabal shook his head inwardly and chose to skip the subject of Shiryu.
Although he was very worried that Shiryu would seek revenge against Storm later.
Judging from the strength Storm had displayed just now...
Storm might not need his concern at all.
"Magellan is genuinely angry this time."
Hannyabal changed the subject to matters concerning Extreme Cold Hell.
"The fifth level really isn't a place for humans.
"Once Magellan calms down, I'll see if I can help you transfer to another level."
"No need at all."
Storm hurriedly stopped him.
He appreciated Hannyabal's kindness.
But he really wanted to go to Extreme Cold Hell!
Storm's main purpose in publicly beating Shiryu in the Warden's Office just now.
Had been to vent his anger.
His secondary purpose had been to go to Extreme Cold Hell!
Since Shiryu could receive punishment in Extreme Cold Hell by beating a fellow inmate.
There was no reason Storm could not do the same!
Storm now needed a large number of Golden Trophies to continue improving his abilities.
Extreme Cold Hell was filled with criminals whose bounties exceeded a hundred million.
Storm had wanted to go trophy hunting in Extreme Cold Hell for a long time!
Publicly beating Shiryu.
That was Storm's imprisonment plan!
Hannyabal knew nothing about this.
He thought Storm had stopped him because he was worried about losing points in Magellan's eyes.
"Storm!"
Hannyabal was first moved to tears, then quickly cheered himself up.
"Don't worry! I'll definitely help you transfer to another level!"
"Hannyabal."
Storm was deeply moved, then refused his kindness again.
"You don't want Shiryu to find out that you tried to interfere with the Warden's orders, do you?"
"Shi, Shiryu?"
Hannyabal immediately began to stammer.
A person's reputation cast a shadow like a tree.
Hannyabal had never cared about revealing his ambitions in front of Magellan.
Because he knew that Magellan was actually a good person.
But Shiryu?
That bastard really would draw his sword and slash people!
"I'm sorry, Storm."
Hannyabal's spirits instantly sank.
"I'm just too useless..."
Storm felt somewhat apologetic.
But for the sake of his "trophy-hunting plan," he could only wrong Hannyabal a little longer.
But before he could offer any comfort.
Hannyabal inexplicably "reignited."
"One day, I'm going to become the warden of Impel Down!"
Storm patted Hannyabal on the shoulder.
"...Keep it up."
Since they had decided to handle things officially.
Hannyabal and Storm went directly to the Chief Jailer's Office on the First Sea Level.
"Although I think it's completely unnecessary, you should still leave your weapon here."
Hannyabal pointed at the Alcohol Iron Ore Katana at Storm's waist and could not help complaining.
"Come to think of it, I've never seen you use a sword. Why do you carry it around?"
"Of course it's because it looks cool!"
"Hm?"
"Ahem. Actually, I used a sword when I was younger."
"When you were younger..."
Hannyabal rubbed his forehead speechlessly.
"How old are you this year? Ah, why did I bring up this topic?"
Storm took out the Alcohol Iron Ore Katana and Seastone Tonfa together and placed them on the designated rack.
Just then, the Den Den Mushi beside them suddenly rang.
Buru buru—
It was not Impel Down's communication 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—"
Before the person on the other end could finish speaking, Storm replied concisely.
"Going to prison now. Do not disturb."
Smack!
After dropping a line, Storm hung up the Den Den Mushi.
Hannyabal looked over curiously.
"Who was that?"
"Who cares? At least it wasn't Magellan."
Storm put away his personal Den Den Mushi and ushered Hannyabal out of his office.
"Let's go to Extreme Cold Hell together!"
"I heard the guards say you can cross Extreme Cold Hell barehanded, without a protective suit?"
"Huh? Ahahaha!"
Hannyabal let out an awkward laugh.
"After all, I'm a man who's going to become the warden of Impel Down..."
On the other end of the Den Den Mushi.
Paradise, on a calm, peaceful sea.
Aokiji rode a bicycle, utterly bewildered as he listened to the busy signal coming through the receiver.
What... did I just hear?
"Ah, I must be a little foggy in the head after sleeping for so long."
Aokiji scratched his messy, unruly hair.
"I must have dialed the wrong number just now."
Boo-boo!
Aokiji's personal Den Den Mushi immediately made a special sound.
Its bobbing head could only mean one thing—
The number was right!
"How could that be?"
Unconvinced, Aokiji dialed again.
But this time, all he heard was a busy signal.
He couldn't get through to Storm's Den Den Mushi anymore!
"I remember Storm went to Impel Down to work as a guard, right?"
Aokiji stared at the Den Den Mushi, eyes locked with its own, as the piercing busy signal carried far across the sea.
"Who put him in prison?!"
In my personal opinion.
Magellan is an Admiral limited to [the venue] and [the time].
The last day of June.
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