Recruiting Bullet and Shiryu

At that moment, in a spacious cell at the deepest level of Infinite Hell, a figure emerged as a vague outline in the darkness.

"Clank... clank..."

Heavy chains dragged across the Ice-cold floor with a piercing scrape. The mountain-like, burly figure slowly rose to his full height and walked to the bars of his cell, staring sharply through the barrier of Subspace in Dawn's direction.

He was a giant over five meters tall, unbelievably powerful. Arms as thick as stone pillars were exposed outside his tattered prison uniform, their muscles sharply defined as if carved by blade and axe.

The muscles bulging around his neck looked like thick pythons coiled together, containing unimaginable explosive power. A head of golden wavy hair hung casually over shoulders as broad and solid as city walls.

The Demon Heir, Douglas Bullet.

His instincts told him there was someone powerful in that direction, yet he could see nothing.

"An ability related to space?"

Bullet stared fixedly at the empty spot, thinking this to himself. Before being imprisoned, he had heard that some Devil Fruits allowed their users to enter another space.

In the cell to his left stood a massive block of Ice connected to countless metal pipes. Inside the Ice, a bearded man slept with his eyes closed. It was Byrnndi World.

In the corner of the cell to his right sat a silver-haired old man in a prison uniform. His eyes opened slightly, as though he had noticed something, before immediately closing again, as if none of it concerned him.

Other than those three solitary cells, the remaining cells held anywhere from two to dozens of prisoners.

Inside one shared cell, a middle-aged man slowly pulled a blood-red longsword from a pirate's chest, blood dripping down the blade.

Expressionless, he took a thick