Borrowing Your Devil Fruit!

The Warden and the Deputy Warden erupted into a fierce battle once again.

The news spread like wildfire throughout Impel Down.

Level 4, Scorching Hell, Warden's Office, the restroom.

"What!? Storm and Shiryu are fighting again??"

Magellan, who was in the middle of detox, felt his sphincter clench upon hearing the report from his subordinate.

"Why this time? That bastard Shiryu, why does he always provoke Storm for no reason!?"

"Reporting, Lord Warden."

The Jailer standing outside the restroom shouted.

"According to the surveillance room, this time... the Warden himself initiated the attack on the Deputy Warden."

"That over-energetic bastard Storm!"

With a roar, Magellan, still adjusting his pants, emerged from the restroom.

A deep purple hue emanated from his face, clearly indicating his detox was incomplete.

"I'm going to lock him in Extreme Cold Hell!"

"No! I'll lock him in Infinite Hell!!"

The ordinary Jailers didn't dare to interrupt their enraged Lord Warden.

Just then, a figure suddenly pushed open the Warden's Office door and rushed in from outside.

"Magellan!!"

Hannyabal, his face filled with panic, hurried to Magellan's side.

He was about to say something when he saw the purple poison gas on Magellan's face, causing him to retreat several steps.

"Um, that bastard Shiryu is fighting Storm again!"

Hannyabal reported the news while badmouthing Shiryu.

"Storm definitely didn't get beaten badly enough last time!

Magellan, look, Shiryu is always making mistakes, you should lock him in Infinite Hell!

Then, let me take over as Deputy Warden! And finally, you can give me the Warden position--"

Thump!

Magellan raised his fist, the size of a sandbag, and forcefully punched Hannyabal on the head.

The latter immediately crouched down, covering his head.

"Ah! That hurts!"

"At a time like this, you're still joking around!"

Magellan casually grabbed Hannyabal and ran out of the Warden's Office with him.

"Hurry up and control those two! That's the priority!"

Magellan and Hannyabal left the Level 4 Warden's Office together and took the moving elevator towards Crimson Lotus Hell.

Just then.

A figure appeared in the shadows outside the Warden's Office door.

Storm watched the Warden and the Chief Jailer depart, then immediately moved towards the Level 4 surveillance room.

The person who had clashed with Shiryu in Crimson Lotus Hell just now...

was actually just Storm's [Clay Clone].

The real Storm had already entered the surveillance room.

The Jailers in the surveillance room instinctively saluted as they saw Storm enter.

"Warden!"

"Warden--???"

The next moment, they realized something was wrong.

On the surveillance screen for Crimson Lotus Hell, "Storm" was still fighting Shiryu.

Then who was the one who entered the surveillance room now...?

"My apologies."

Storm raised his right hand and released strands of clay, knocking out all the surveillance personnel upon contact.

Several [Big Trophies] popped up before his eyes.

They were even lower-tier than [Bronze Trophies]--

[Black Iron Trophy: Jailer]

[Trophy Star Rating: ★]

'Even so, for ordinary jailers to have a star rating, they can be considered elites...'

Storm ignored the [Black Iron Trophy] notifications popping up and moved again, this time outside the monitoring room.

He unleashed his agile speed, moving as if teleporting to the front of the elevator.

Storm's movement speed was too fast.

By the time he had knocked out all the jailers inside the monitoring room and reached the elevator entrance.

Magellan, Hannyabal, and the others had just barely arrived at the first level, Crimson Lotus Hell.

Seeing the elevator finally stop on the first level, Storm once again used his [Clay Fruit] ability.

A large amount of clay surged through the gaps into the elevator shaft, completely jamming the elevator system.

This way.

Those in Crimson Lotus Hell would have to rely on climbing the stairs slowly if they wanted to reach Infinite Hell.

After doing all this.

Storm assimilated the ground beneath his feet into clay and submerged himself into it.

In less than a moment.

Storm traveled from the fourth level, Scorching Hell, to Level 5.5, Newkama Land.

In Newkama Land, there was a special Den Den Mushi that looked identical to the monitoring Den Den Mushi in Impel Down.

Ivankov and the other Okama relied on this monitoring Den Den Mushi to keep track of personnel movements within Impel Down.

As soon as "Storm" threw a punch at Shiryu.

Ivankov and the others had already sensed the commotion and gathered in front of the monitoring screen.

The moment Storm arrived in Newkama Land.

Ivankov and the other Okama were still engrossed in watching the content on the monitoring screen.

"Left hook! Right hook!"

"Yes! That's the feeling! Yes, hit him!"

"That bastard Shiryu of the Rain! He deserves to be beaten!"

Amidst the noisy chatter.

Okama King Ivankov looked around and saw an uninvited guest.

"Vongola Storm!? Weren't you fighting Shiryu of the Rain up there?"

Okama King Ivankov was startled by Storm's sudden appearance.

Before Storm could answer, Ivankov quickly reacted and said in disbelief.

"Could the you up there--be fake?!"

Storm had no intention of explaining to Ivankov.

"My operation is about to begin, Okama King, it's time for you to play your part!"

Without waiting for Ivankov's response, Storm took out his personal Den Den Mushi and dialed a number.

Brrr-- Brrr--

The Den Den Mushi in Ivankov's arms also began to ring.

"Maintain contact!"

With that, the ground beneath Storm's feet softened into clay again, and he disappeared underground.

After this incident.

The previously bustling Newkama Land suddenly fell silent.

"Queen."

"What should we do?"

"Should we listen to that guy?"

Lightning, whose serious injuries had healed, shook his head at Ivankov at this moment.

His meaning was simple--Vongola Storm was not trustworthy.

"We have no choice."

Ivankov shook his head, took out the Den Den Mushi in his arms, and connected it directly.

"Vongola, what do you want me to do?"

"You, go to the grand staircase of Extreme Cold Hell and stop anyone who tries to come down."

Storm's calm voice came through the Den Den Mushi.

"Ivankov, this is your mission."

"If you want to spread this task among the other Okama from Newkama Land, I welcome them to descend into Infinite Hell too!"

"Infinite Hell?"

Ivankov looked at the monitoring Den Den Mushi. He waved his hand, signaling his subordinates to switch the camera feed.

"You've already reached the sixth level?"

The sixth level, Infinite Hell.

Storm fell from the ceiling onto an open space. He looked up at a monitoring Den Den Mushi in the corner.

His sharp gaze seemed to pierce through the Den Den Mushi, reaching directly to Newkama Land on the fifth level.

"Okama King, you're watching me right now, aren't you?"

Ivankov's heart skipped a beat. He waved his hands repeatedly at his subordinates again, signaling them to switch the feed back.

"Ah, this! Haha!"

Ivankov chuckled.

"Magellan has reached Crimson Lotus Hell. 'You' need to be careful!"

Infinite Hell.

Storm stopped conversing with the Okama King. He placed the Den Den Mushi on his shoulder, treating it like a temporary walkie-talkie.

And at this moment.

The prisoners in Infinite Hell also noticed this "newcomer" who was taking an unconventional path.

"Jailer uniform? Haha! When did a newcomer arrive in Impel Down?"

"This newcomer is quite handsome!"

" Hurry up and come in so this grandpa can get a good look at your ass!"

For a moment, lewd remarks came from all directions.

Storm's expression remained calm. He unleashed the power of the [Clay Fruit] without hesitation.

The ground of Infinite Hell was assimilated by his Devil Fruit power, forming a massive area of clay.

A lifelike giant dragon head emerged from the clay. It opened its massive maw and sprayed out balls of clay.

Clay Dragon Bullet!

The prisoners in Infinite Hell were all formidable figures who had stirred up trouble on the outside seas. They had good eyesight and knowledge.

They all saw Storm unleash his ability and recognized its effect.

"Mud? Clay? Hahaha!"

"Are you trying to drown me with mud, brat!"

"This ability is far weaker than that diarrhea-ridden bastard Magellan's [Doku Doku no Mi]!"

Before the prisoners' laughter could even finish.

The clay balls sprayed by the Clay Dragon Bullet had already shot into their respective prison cells.

The next moment.

A chorus of wails erupted throughout Infinite Hell.

"Ouch! Ouch!"

"Why is this clay hard!"

"Wait! This isn't ordinary clay! This is--"

Before the prisoners could finish their words.

The clay cannonballs shot into the cells suddenly collapsed inward and then exploded with a "boom."

Boom! Boom! Boom!--

Infinite Hell was instantly filled with continuous explosions.

Every clay ball Storm had just fired was actually a "Ceramic Clay" that could compress and explode!

The power unleashed by these ceramic bombs was no less than that of ordinary gunpowder weapons.

Amidst the deafening roar.

Storm walked straight to a prison cell.

Inside was a burly, terrifying-looking woman.

"The most ferocious female pirate in history, the Crescent Moon Hunter, Catarina Devon?"

"Muru-hu-hu..."

From within the cell, Catarina Devon let out a soft laugh, her expression showing no panic.

"I am Catarina Devon!

"Jailer, what business do you have with me?"

"I just wanted..."

Storm raised his right hand, unleashing the power of the [Clay Fruit].

Strands of white clay surged into the cell like venomous snakes, coiling around and biting at Catarina Devon.

"To borrow your [Mythical Zoan: Nine-Tailed Fox Fruit] for a moment!"

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