Imperial Ground Roll

Impel Down.

Level 3, Hunger Hell.

In the vast underground world, which looked like a desert, sunlight blazed across the sands. Heat shimmered in the air, creating mirages. Everywhere stood the dried corpses of prisoners who had died of hunger and thirst, still wearing their prison uniforms.

Ordinarily, no one came here. The place lived up to its name.

This was a hell of hunger. Even the guards and jailers never brought water or food.

But today, it was in an uproar. Countless armed guards and jailers endured the scorching heat and the sweat streaming down their faces as they chased the terrifying prisoner flying overhead.

They raised their weapons and fired into the sky without pause.

What shot from their rifles was not bullets, but nets made of Seastone.

Yet none came close to the Golden Lion.

"Jahahahaha! This place will make a fine battlefield for what comes next..."

Since he had agreed to raise hell here for a day, he needed to choose the right battlefield.

Watching the guards and jailers pursue him, the Golden Lion descended onto the desert. He regarded them coldly, and that alone stopped them in their tracks.

Shiki looked at the jailers with utter contempt and roared.

"You weaklings aren't even worth killing. But since I have to make a scene today... Come on, then!"

With that, Shiki pressed his right hand to the ground.

"Lion's Might: Earth Roll!"

In an instant, the guards and jailers felt the earth shake beneath their feet. None could keep their balance.

Before their eyes, the sand and stones around them gathered beneath Shiki.

A lion as massive as a mountain rose from the ground, with Shiki standing atop its head. He swept out his hand.

"Go. Die in despair."

The stone lion let out a deafening