For the strongest criminals held in Impel Down,
the prison strictly enforced a policy of feeding them just enough to keep them alive.
First, prolonged hunger greatly diminished their strength, leaving them unable to cause trouble.
Second, under prolonged starvation, every aspect of their physical abilities steadily declined.
Third, forcing criminals to endure that constant torment was a punishment in itself.
For a criminal like Golden Lion, those restrictions were even stricter. Combined with the suppression of Seastone, they kept him from recovering even a shred of strength.
Otherwise, even a casual physical attack from him would be more than an ordinary jailer could withstand.
After all, once someone reached a certain level, physical techniques like Finger Pistol came naturally, without any instruction.
But something no one had anticipated, something that had not happened in centuries,
was about to be accomplished by Golden Lion, shocking the world.
A vicious glint flashed through Golden Lion's eyes as he slowly crawled toward the cell door.
Compared to when he had first been imprisoned, Golden Lion was now almost unrecognizable, reduced to skin and bones.
Two years of starvation had left him unable even to stand.
It took him several minutes to crawl three meters. He looked at the scant half bowl of rice before him.
Golden Lion gave a sinister grin and ate every last grain.
Then he crawled back to the corner and gently lifted a scrap of cloth.
Beneath the cloth was rice, saved up a few grains at a time from his daily meals.
After more than half a year of saving, he finally had enough.
With his only remaining hand, he scooped up the rice, mixed with dirt and already starting to spoil.
Expressionless, he chewed it mouthful by mouthful.
When he finished, a sinister grin curled his