Getting Famous Is Easy

"Major General Wilton, we've arrived at Enies Lobby."

The journey was smooth and uneventful.

Soon, the warship reached Enies Lobby, the World Government's courthouse, also known as the Island That Never Sleeps, a place without night where it's perpetually daytime.

One only needed to pass through the Gate of Justice to quickly reach the World's Greatest Prison, Impel Down, also called Inpel.

The port.

A group of government officials were waiting.

They were acting under the orders of Chief Spandam to welcome the Marine Rear Admirals escorting the criminals, clearly having received instructions from above beforehand.

The warship docked.

Squads of Marines disembarked, escorting Arlong, Buggy, and others.

Major General Wilton followed them off the ship.

"Major General Wilton."

More than a dozen government officials saluted Wilton. Their positions were not as high as his, and they had heard that Major General Wilton had recently fought with the world's most dangerous man in Loguetown.

Although he had lost.

His tenacious and fearless performance had already come to the attention of his superiors. Even the Fleet Admiral had commented that he fought with honor despite his defeat.

He truly lived up to his reputation as a Marine tough guy.

Even when facing the world's most dangerous man, he didn't flinch. Instead, he fought with a resolve to die, embodying the justice and spirit of the Marines. Anyone with a bit of worldly understanding knew that the Fleet Admiral or an Admiral was likely already keeping an eye on this Major General.

His future was limitless.

At the very least, becoming a Headquarters Vice Admiral was a sure thing.

"En, let's head to the Gate of Justice!"

Wilton was decisive and didn't intend to waste time on Enies Lobby.

Furthermore, the institutions on Enies Lobby were directly under the World Government. The Marines, strictly speaking, belonged to another department of the World Government. Only Vice Admirals would have the authority to interfere, while Admirals would have even greater power.

As for the Fleet Admiral, they could directly issue orders.

"Yes!"

After some winding paths.

The group passed through the Bridge of Hesitation and finally arrived before a massive steel gate. Once through this gate, the warships could use the government's unique sea currents to reach Marine Headquarters or the Great Deep Sea Prison, Impel Down.

Transfer.

The Gate of Justice opened a sliver, and the warship entered unimpeded. Then, the sea currents carried it towards Impel Down. Simultaneously, Impel Down had also received the orders.

As the World's Greatest Prison, Impel Down was located in the calm belt of the first half of the Grand Line, with exceptionally tight security.

The prisoners incarcerated within were all serious offenders. The interior was extremely grim and terrifying, with various monstrous jailers and visual Den Den Mushi for surveillance. Below the prison, in the seabed, were numerous large sea kings, earning Impel Down the moniker "Iron Walls and Bronze Ramparts."

There were a total of 6 floors.

The entire structure was a massive tower submerged in the sea, with its foundation on the seabed.

It was hard to imagine how it was built.

It could be called a marvel of craftsmanship.

Level 4 Underground, Boiling Hell.

A jailer wearing a gas mask pushed open an office door, finding it empty. His gaze instinctively shifted to the toilet in the corner, from which the sounds of diarrhea could be heard.

Thick green poisonous mist also wafted out.

"Director Magellan, Marine Major General Wilton has passed through the Gate of Justice and will arrive at Impel Down in ten minutes. Should we send someone to greet him?"

Inside the toilet.

A giant man, resembling Satan in appearance, sat on the squat toilet with a pained expression, struggling to expel the poisonous gas from his abdomen. As a Devil Fruit User of the Doku Doku no Mi, this Devil Fruit had granted him terrifying power, but it also caused him unbearable suffering.

Because he was a poison man, his exhaled breath was toxic. Food often became poisonous even before it reached his mouth. Although unintentional, each time the poison was too potent for him to bear, it resulted in diarrhea.

While it wasn't fatal, it was extremely uncomfortable.

He spent roughly ten hours a day suffering from diarrhea.

"Have Deputy Warden Domino go to greet him! Major General Wilton is escorting criminals related to the Shichibukai this time."

Magellan held his breath. After the mass of poisonous gas was expelled from his abdomen, his demonic face was filled with enjoyment and satisfaction.

"Yes."

Soon.

Seven or eight minutes later, a slender and elegant woman wearing reddish-brown sunglasses, a hat tilted to cover her right eye, and long, curly golden-yellow hair.

She wore a brown jacket and shorts over a white shirt and black tie, paired with deep red high boots and long gloves. She stood sternly with over a dozen jailers at the main gate on the first floor, waiting.

This was Domino, the Deputy Warden of Impel Down, one of the most beautiful women in the prison, with extremely high popularity among both jailers and prisoners.

Another was the head jailer Sadi, who had a severe sadomasochistic tendency.

"Wooo!"

A whistle blew.

The warship docked at a specific port.

"Major General Wilton, I am Deputy Warden Domino. Warden Magellan ordered me to receive the criminals this time."

Domino looked at Wilton, confirming he was the same as the photo she had seen, then signaled the jailers behind her to relax their vigilance before stepping forward to greet him, elegantly yet politely.

"Warden Domino, this is the criminal Arlong. I also happened to capture a few Devil Fruit Users in Loguetown."

Wilton nodded, his tone unchanged by Domino's beauty and sexiness. This world never lacked beautiful women, and he was an absolute believer in gender equality.

"I've heard about the events in Loguetown. I didn't expect Major General Wilton to be so brave and fearless even when facing the world's most dangerous man."

Speaking of which, Domino's expression turned solemn.

In fact, the impact of the Loguetown incident was felt not only within the Marines and the World Government, but also by other external forces. It could only be said that the world's most dangerous man carried significant weight.

It was very easy to become famous in the pirate world.

One only needed to pick a well-known strongman to fight. Even if they didn't gain much, as long as they didn't die in the end, they would quickly become a trending topic, and fame would follow.

"Everything is for Justice."

"May I have a tour of Impel Down?"

Wilton didn't dwell on the matter, instead changing the subject and expressing a desire to tour the World's Greatest Prison. In just a few months, with the advent of the Summit War, this place would experience its biggest jailbreak ever.

"Of course."

Domino waved her hand, signaling the jailers to receive the criminals and record them. Then, she personally led Wilton through the gate to the first floor, which was at sea level.

"Major General Wilton, Impel Down has a total of six floors: Crimson Hell, Beast Hell, Hunger Hell, Boiling Hell, Extreme Cold Hell, and Infinite Hell."

Ah--

"Damn it, let go of this great me!"

As Domino walked and introduced the prison to Wilton, the screams and curses of Buggy, Alvida, Bartholomew, and Arlong could be heard from not far to the left.

"This is a baptism that every criminal must undergo upon arriving at Impel Down."

Seeing Wilton look over, Domino stated matter-of-factly.

The so-called baptism involved throwing prisoners into boiling water at 100 degrees Celsius for sterilization. At this moment, Buggy and the others were writhing in agony and screaming.

Many jailers nearby were laughing heartily, thoroughly enjoying watching them struggle.

Wilton's expression was calm. The suffering Buggy and the others were experiencing was well-deserved. After all, they were not good people. As pirates, racists, and mafia bosses, they had directly or indirectly caused the deaths of many innocent people.

On this sea, no one was innocent except for the truly downtrodden masses. Anyone who became a pirate must have blood and sin on their hands.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to become a pirate.

If one day he fell on the path to realizing his ambitions and ended up in such a state, he would have no one to blame, because it would be his own choice.