Maxing Out the Exploit

"Moo!"

"Roar!"

"Again."

The bloody, fist-to-flesh brawl not only set Wilton and the four Jailer Beasts' blood boiling, but also made the watching guards and prisoners shout at the top of their lungs.

Domino was completely numb.

Who was the real beast here?

Why was Wilton's body so tough? He had been knocked down several times, yet he kept getting back up. Could he be an awakened Zoan Devil Fruit user too? But he did not look like one.

His endurance, resistance to damage, and recovery were all utterly insane.

Most importantly, Wilton was clearly at a disadvantage. He could have dodged many of those attacks, yet he would rather take them head-on than evade.

It was hard to understand.

What they did not know was that Wilton was enjoying the beating. Both Iron Body and Armament Haki needed this sort of training. Like forging iron into steel, a hard, sharp sword could only be made through repeated hammering and tempering.

Besides, he had Recovery, Heal, and his ultimate, Justice Potential, as safeguards. He was not afraid of getting hurt at all.

Even if he used them all up today, he could use them again after twenty-four hours.

He was a transmigrator.

And a cheater, too.

Besides.

His second skill, Feverish Spin, could also restore some health. It had no cooldown, and the more severely injured he was, the greater its damage became. No matter how he looked at it, he could keep grinding against these Jailer Beasts indefinitely.

The four Jailer Beasts might not even be able to outlast him.

"What's going on?"

The relentless, massive tremors made Magellan, who had been squatting on the toilet, tremble with fright. Afraid he might crap down his leg, he hurriedly wiped himself clean, pulled up his pants, and rushed to the scene.

"Warden!"

"Warden Magellan."

The moment Magellan appeared, many prisoners showed fearful expressions and shrank into the shadows as much as possible to reduce their presence. The cheers and taunts that had been egging things on vanished instantly.

"Warden, this is what happened. Earlier, Sadi wanted to—"

Domino stepped forward and explained the sequence of events to Magellan. As he watched the savage battle, he listened with a deep frown.

A displeased look appeared on that satanic face.

Sadi had gone too far this time.

If responsibility was pursued, then he, as Warden, was also at fault. He had failed to properly teach his subordinate.

Wilton was a Major General. Even if he had merely been a Chief Petty Officer, ordinary Marines should not have been treated like this in public. If the matter escalated, it would benefit none of them.

Moreover, Wilton was no ordinary Major General.

Not long ago, he had risen to fame. He had dared to fight the World's Most Evil Man, and he was also Vice Admiral Dalmatian's capable subordinate, having rendered numerous great services on the Grand Line and in the New World.

Even Fleet Admiral Sengoku was keeping an eye on him.

The outside world had even dubbed Major General Wilton the Marine Tough Guy. It was practically certain that he would become a Headquarters Vice Admiral in the future. How could Sadi casually abuse and bully someone like that?

Was she not afraid Wilton would cause her trouble in the future?

"Where's Sadi? Demote her from Chief Jailer to guard immediately, and lock her up for a month to reflect on her actions."

Magellan handed down the punishment.

It was rather severe.

"Warden, Sadi only has one breath left. She should be receiving emergency treatment now."

Domino's pretty face twisted awkwardly. She coughed before continuing.

"?"

Magellan froze, clearly not expecting that answer.

"Because Major General Wilton is an absolute believer in gender equality, he nearly killed Sadi without showing any mercy. In the end, he eased up a little because she was a Chief Jailer. I suppose that counted as going easy on her?"

Domino recalled the scene with some uncertainty.

"An absolute believer in gender equality?"

Magellan's expression froze again. According to the information he had received, Major General Wilton was a promising, brave officer full of justice, passion, and vigor, one dearly valued by Vice Admiral Dalmatian.

Quite a few pirates in Impel Down had been captured by Wilton before being sent here.

"Mm."

Domino nodded.

In Major General Wilton's eyes, any enemy—male or female—would be given the utmost respect. He would go all out to defeat them and would not show mercy merely because they were weak or women.

"Stop!"

After figuring out what had happened, Magellan bellowed and called a halt.

At Magellan's shout, the four Jailer Beasts instinctively stopped. Their berserk, bloodthirsty aura vanished at once, and they became as docile as little kittens.

From that conditioned reflex alone, it was obvious that they feared Magellan.

As the man in charge of Impel Down.

Magellan possessed absolute authority and absolute strength. Whether they were his subordinates or the most vicious criminals, not one of them was unafraid of him.

"Major General Wilton, this was a misunderstanding."

The battle came to a halt.

Magellan walked up to Wilton, whose mouth was covered in blood, and immediately saw through his condition.

He had not suffered any fundamental injuries.

As expected of Vice Admiral Dalmatian's capable warrior, the man the outside world called the Marine Tough Guy.

"Warden Magellan."

Wilton gripped both dumbbells and did not leave his Iron Body state. His blood-stained, rugged face was filled with fervor and excitement. Clearly, the battle just now had benefited him greatly.

"Major General Wilton, I have already punished Chief Jailer Sadi."

"Warden Magellan, I have not taken this matter to heart. I'm just getting fired up. Can the battle continue?"

Before Magellan could finish, Wilton exhaled a breath of hot air and looked toward the four Jailer Beasts sitting on the ground to rest, his fighting spirit boiling. In his eyes, those four Jailer Beasts were glittering whetstones.

Fighting was much faster than following a regular fitness and training routine.

He could feel his Iron Body and Armament Haki steadily improving. He had even considered taking the four Jailer Beasts away with him, but after thinking about it, he knew that was impossible.

Magellan definitely would not agree.

So, before leaving Impel Down, he had to squeeze as much training value as possible from the Jailer Beasts. If he wanted to become an Admiral after the Summit War, the efforts of the previous five years were still far from enough.

He had to put in even more effort from now on—one hundred times more, two hundred times more, three hundred times more.

Thinking it over.

There were twenty-four hours in a day. If Wilton gritted his teeth, he could keep fighting or training continuously, because Recovery, Heal, and his ultimate, Justice Potential, all had a twenty-four-hour cooldown.

All three abilities restored health.

And health included stamina, recovery, endurance, sleep status, and more.

In other words, restoring health was equivalent to eliminating every negative condition.

That meant that as long as Wilton properly exploited the bug in those three abilities, he could achieve a state equivalent to never needing sleep or rest, never becoming tired or weak. No negative condition could affect him. Whenever he was exhausted or out of stamina, he only needed to use Recovery to regain some health.

Heal restored even more, while Justice Potential could restore half of it.

Even if he could not fully exploit the bug, training for twenty-three out of twenty-four hours every day would still give him several more hours of training than anyone else. Several extra hours a day—how much would that add up to in a month? In a year?

Most importantly, Wilton had already laid an incomparably solid foundation over the past five years.

Combined with such bug-like training time, he was fully capable of raising his strength by several levels in just a few weeks or months. In the original story, Luffy had been able to fight the Four Emperors in merely two or three years.

Wilton was not only a transmigrator but also a cheater. The key was that he had already built a foundation for five years. Later, he would take an unconventional path and choose a Devil Fruit with enormous short-term returns. No matter how he looked at it, he had every qualification to soar to the heavens in a short time.

"Gurgle, gurgle~"

Magellan pondered Wilton's request, but his stomach soon churned like a raging sea. He instinctively covered his backside with both hands. He had rushed over before he had finished relieving himself.

Now, he was losing control.

Magellan's face visibly turned bluish green.

"Then carry on! I hope there are no casualties."

Magellan left those words behind and ran toward his office. Now that he understood the source of the disturbance and the misunderstanding had been resolved, there was basically no problem as long as no one died.