Deep inside Impel Down, in a place unknown to the Marines, lay Newkama Land.
It sat between the fifth and sixth underground levels. Those hiding there affectionately called it Level 5.5.
No one remembered who had built the place. Everyone was certain of only one thing: its builder had been a Devil Fruit user skilled at digging tunnels.
The builder had started in the prison sewers and dug into the walls, concealing the entrance so well that everyone who stumbled upon it called it a path that should not exist.
Rubick trudged across the snow inside Mirror Space, untouched by the wind and snow outside. With a miserable look on his face, he wandered aimlessly.
For the moment, he truly had no idea how to get into Newkama Land.
Rubick searched the entire forest without finding anything unusual. There were only Pirates waiting to die and vicious Army Wolves. So he resorted to the slow method, using Observation Haki to search for signs of life.
Nearly half an hour later, with his strength almost spent, he finally found a place five meters underground where people were moving about.
Rubick turned the ground into a door and pushed it open, dropping through. The moment he landed, the room—which had been as loud and lively as a disco—fell silent.
Rubick adjusted the mask on his face and cleared his throat. "Well, don't stop the music. Keep dancing!"
"As if! Who the hell are you?"
The Pirates might have been eating, drinking, and laughing together, but every one of them was notorious for being vicious. No one made it here without blood on their hands and strength to back it up.
Rubick spread his hands. "I'm looking for someone. Is the Okama King here?"
"Who do you think you are? You can't just