The Jailer Chief and Deputy Warden had once again broken into a fierce battle.
The news seemed to sprout wings as it quickly spread throughout Impel Down.
Level 4, Scorching Hell, Warden's Office, restroom.
"What!? Storm and Shiryu are fighting again??"
Magellan was in the middle of purging poison when he heard the report from his subordinate. His sphincter clenched at once.
"What's the reason this time? Why does that bastard Shiryu keep provoking Storm for no reason!?"
"Reporting to you, Lord Warden."
The jailer outside the restroom called out loudly.
"According to the report from the Surveillance Room, this time... the Jailer Chief attacked the Deputy Warden first."
"That bastard Storm has way too much energy!"
With a roar, Magellan came out of the restroom, one hand holding up his trousers.
A dense purple haze clung to his face. Clearly, he hadn't purged all the poison.
"I'll lock him up in Extreme Cold Hell!
"No! I'll lock him up in Infinite Hell!!"
Ordinary jailers didn't dare interrupt the furious Lord Warden.
Just then, someone suddenly pushed open the door to the Warden's Office and rushed in from outside.
"Magellan!!"
Hannyabal hurried over to Magellan, panic written all over his face.
He was just about to say something when he saw the purple poison haze on Magellan's face and quickly backed away several steps.
"Um, that bastard Shiryu's fighting Storm again!"
As he reported the news, Hannyabal also put in a bad word about Shiryu.
"Storm must not have beaten him hard enough last time!
"Magellan, look at how Shiryu keeps messing up. You should lock him in Infinite Hell!
"Then appoint me Deputy Warden! And after that, you can hand the Warden's position over to me—"
Thud!
Magellan raised his fist, as big as a sack of flour, and punched Hannyabal hard on the head.
Hannyabal immediately crouched down, shielding his head.
"Ah! That hurts!"
"How can you still be joking at a time like this!"
Magellan grabbed Hannyabal and ran out of the Warden's Office with him.
"Hurry up and get those two under control! That's what matters!"
Magellan and Hannyabal left the Warden's Office on Level 4 and boarded the moving elevator bound for Crimson Lotus Hell.
Just then.
A figure appeared in the shadows outside the Warden's Office.
Storm watched the Warden and Chief Jailer move farther away, then immediately headed for Level 4's Surveillance Room.
The person who had just clashed with Shiryu in Crimson Lotus Hell—
was actually Storm's Clay Clone.
The real Storm had already entered the Surveillance Room.
When the jailers inside saw Storm walk in, they instinctively raised their hands in salute.
"Jailer Chief!"
"Jailer Chief—???"
The next moment, everyone realized something was wrong.
On the surveillance screen showing Crimson Lotus Hell, "Storm" was still fighting Shiryu.
So who was the person who had just entered the Surveillance Room...?
"Sorry about this."
Storm raised his right hand and sent out strands of clay. In an instant, they knocked out all the surveillance personnel.
Several Big Trophies appeared before his eyes.
They were even lower grade than Bronze Trophies—
Black Iron Trophy: Jailer
Trophy Star Rating: ★
Even so, an ordinary jailer earning a star rating could still be considered an elite...
Storm ignored the Black Iron Trophies that had appeared and moved back outside the Surveillance Room.
He burst into motion, darting to the elevator as if he had teleported.
Storm moved too quickly.
By the time he had knocked out all the jailers in the Surveillance Room and reached the elevator entrance,
Magellan, Hannyabal, and the others had only just made it to Crimson Lotus Hell on Level 1.
Storm saw that the elevator had stopped on Level 1 and used his Clay Fruit ability again.
A huge mass of clay surged through the gaps into the elevator shaft, completely jamming the elevator system.
That meant anyone in Crimson Lotus Hell who wanted to reach Infinite Hell would have to make their way down the stairs.
Once he was done, Storm turned the ground beneath his feet into clay and sank into it.
In no time, he had traveled from Scorching Hell on Level 4 to Newkama Land on Level 5.5.
In Newkama Land, there was a special Den Den Mushi identical to the one used to monitor Impel Down.
Ivankov and the other okama relied on this Surveillance Den Den Mushi to keep track of the movements of everyone in Impel Down.
As soon as "Storm" had thrown a punch at Shiryu,
Ivankov and the others had noticed the commotion and gathered around the surveillance screen.
When Storm arrived in Newkama Land,
Ivankov and the other okama were still thoroughly enjoying the footage on the screen.
"Left hook! Right hook!"
"Yes! That's the way! That's it! Hit him!"
"That bastard Shiryu of the Rain deserves a beating!"
Amid the noisy crowd,
the Okama King, Ivankov, glanced around and spotted the unannounced guest.
"Vongola Storm!? Aren't you up there fighting that bastard Shiryu of the Rain?"
The Okama King, Ivankov, was startled when he saw Storm appear out of nowhere.
Before Storm could answer, Ivankov quickly figured it out and said in disbelief,
"Could the you up there—be fake?!"
Storm had no intention of explaining anything to Ivankov.
"My operation is about to begin, Okama King. It's time for you to be of use!"
Before Ivankov could reply, Storm took out his personal Den Den Mushi and dialed a number.
Buru—buru—
The Den Den Mushi in Ivankov's arms rang as well.
"Stay in touch!"
After leaving those words behind, the ground beneath Storm's feet softened into clay once more, and he disappeared underground.
After all that,
Newkama Land, which had just been full of noise, suddenly fell silent.
"Queen."
"What should we do?"
"Should we listen to that man?"
Lightning, who had recovered from his severe injuries, shook his head at Ivankov.
His meaning was simple: Vongola Storm couldn't be trusted.
"We have no choice."
Ivankov shook his head, took the Den Den Mushi from his pocket, and answered the call.
"Vongola, what do you want me to do?"
"Go to the large staircase in Extreme Cold Hell and stop anyone who tries to come down."
Storm's calm voice came through the Den Den Mushi.
"Ivankov, that's your mission.
"If you want to split the task with the other okama in Newkama Land, they're welcome to come down to Infinite Hell too!"
"Infinite Hell?"
Ivankov looked at the Surveillance Den Den Mushi and waved to his subordinates, signaling them to change the screen.
"You're already on Level 6?"
Level 6, Infinite Hell.
Storm dropped from the ceiling onto an open area and looked up at a Surveillance Den Den Mushi in the corner.
His sharp gaze seemed to pierce through the Den Den Mushi and reach Newkama Land on Level 5.
"Okama King, you're watching me right now, aren't you?"
Ivankov's heart skipped a beat. He hurriedly waved to his subordinates again, signaling them to switch the screen back.
"Ah, well! Haha!"
Ivankov laughed awkwardly.
"Magellan's already in Crimson Lotus Hell. 'You' better be careful!"
Infinite Hell.
Storm stopped talking to the Okama King. He set the Den Den Mushi on his shoulder, using it as a temporary walkie-talkie.
Meanwhile,
the prisoners in Infinite Hell had all spotted this unusual "newcomer."
"A jailer's uniform? Hahaha! Since when did Impel Down get a new recruit?"
"This newcomer's pretty handsome!"
"Come on in. Let this great man get a good look at your ass!"
Insults came from every direction.
Storm remained calm and released the power of his Clay Fruit without hesitation.
The earth in Infinite Hell was transformed by his Devil Fruit power into a vast expanse of clay.
A lifelike dragon's head emerged from the clay. It opened its enormous jaws and spat out clumps of clay.
Clay Dragon Bullet!
Every prisoner in Infinite Hell had once been a notorious figure who'd stirred up trouble across the seas. They all had keen eyes and plenty of experience.
They had all seen Storm use his ability and recognized what it could do.
"Mud? Clay? Hahaha!"
"Are you trying to drown me in mud, kid?"
"This ability's nothing compared to Magellan's Venom-Venom Fruit, you runny-shit bastard!"
The prisoners hadn't even finished laughing
when the clumps of clay fired by the Clay Dragon Bullet shot into their cells.
The next moment,
cries of pain rang out through Infinite Hell.
"Ow! Ow!"
"Why is this clay so hard?!"
"Wait! This isn't ordinary clay! This is—"
The prisoners didn't get a chance to finish speaking.
The clay shells that had shot into the cells suddenly compressed inward, then exploded with a boom.
Boom! Boom! Boom!—
A continuous series of explosions rang through Infinite Hell.
Every clump of clay Storm had just launched was actually a piece of compressible, explosive Ceramic Clay!
The power of these ceramic bombs was no weaker than that of ordinary gunpowder weapons.
Amid the deafening explosions,
Storm walked straight up to a cell.
Inside was a hulking, terrifying-looking woman.
"The most evil female pirate in history, Hunter of the Crescent Moon, Catarina Devon?"
"Muruhoho..."
Inside the cell, Catarina Devon let out a soft laugh. Her expression showed no trace of panic.
"That's right. I'm Catarina Devon!
"Jailer, what do you want with me?"
"I just wanted to..."
Storm raised his right hand and unleashed the power of the [Clay Fruit].
Streams of white clay surged into the cell like venomous snakes, wrapping around and biting at Catarina Devon.
"Let me borrow your [Mythical Zoan Nine-Tailed Fox Fruit]!"
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