Watching Roger's Execution at the Start

As the footsteps drew closer, a broad-jawed face streaked with blood emerged in the dim light.

Shiryu of the Rain!!

"Hmph! This is the most fun I've had since coming to Impel Down."

Shiryu pulled out a piece of fine brocade and carefully raised his blood-soaked Raiu, wiping the blade as if no one else were there.

It was his only sword. As a swordsman, of course he couldn't bear to leave it in that state.

"This isn't the time for that. You know what this upheaval means for the balance of power at sea, don't you?"

Magellan's voice was subdued.

As the successor to the post of Chief Warden, he knew exactly what kind of chaos the criminals from Level 6 would cause if they escaped.

"Hmph! I killed every last criminal on the other levels, anyway."

A flash of satisfaction crossed Shiryu's face. Crimson glinted in his eyes, and killing intent poured off him.

The remnants of the old era were better off buried for good

"Then how is Hannyabal?"

Magellan stood up.

It was the only way to ease the churning urge in his stomach.

"Heh. That good-for-nothing..."

Mockery showed on Shiryu's face. His gaze was as indifferent as ever, though it no longer held quite the same contempt.

"He's still alive. He just might not be able to talk for a while."

"That's good..."

Magellan let out a long breath and finally relaxed.

By the time he reached Infinite Hell, Hannyabal had already collapsed in a pool of blood. His hands and feet were bound, leaving him unable to move, and blood kept pouring from his mouth.

Fortunately, people in the pirate world could withstand astonishing blood loss. His injuries were severe, but his life wasn't in immediate danger.

If they had arrived even a little