The BUG Is Already Pushed to the Limit

Bang--

Wilton's feet exploded, and he leaped high into the air, dumbbells in hand, turning into a cannonball. With a whistling momentum, he smashed down with immense force towards the four Jailer Beasts.

At the same time, the four Jailer Beasts were already prepared.

The most terrifying figure in the prison had spoken, and they hadn't had their fill yet. The main reason was that this was the first time they'd encountered a human who could go head-to-head with them.

Though they were foolish, dull, and clumsy, they still had pride. In the past, prisoners would flee in terror upon seeing them.

If they were defeated now, their pride would surely be wounded.

"Moo."

Four enraged roars echoed throughout Boiling Hell as the brutal battle continued.

Boom, boom, boom.

Charging headlong, Domino had left at some point to handle official business. To her, such a brute-force, bloody battle was like a species that hadn't fully evolved.

It wasn't interesting to watch for long.

But the guards and criminals were different; they started to shout wildly. After all, there wasn't much entertainment here.

The guards were doing alright. Aside from their work hours, they were mostly free to roam other floors, enjoy some delicious food, or toy with the criminals.

But the criminals were different. Living in darkness without freedom, they also endured all sorts of inhuman torture. Today, Wilton's fight against the four Jailer Beasts was an unmissable entertainment program.

Crucially, the torture they usually suffered was absent.

One hour.

Five hours.

Slowly, the battle raged from morning to noon, and then continued into the evening. The one person and four beasts seemed tireless, maintaining a high-intensity fight.

"Is this even human?"

"After being imprisoned here for over a decade, does any random Rear Admiral from the Marines outside possess such immense strength?"

"He's practically a monster."

Some criminals discussed amongst themselves.

A few still held the impression of the Marines from over ten years ago. While the Marines were strong back then, even a Headquarters Rear Admiral wasn't this outrageous.

It was as if he couldn't be killed.

Keep in mind, the four Minotauros were awakened Zoan types, practically unkillable, with their attack power, stamina, and recovery abilities all maxed out.

For a time.

Boiling Hell continued to riot.

In the Warden's office, Magellan was approving documents on his desk. From time to time, the ground would shake, causing his writing to go askew.

"It's been a whole day."

He glanced at the time displayed on the wall; it was already eight in the evening.

The next day.

The sun rose.

The entire Boiling Hell, along with Hunger Hell on the floor above and Extreme Cold Hell on the floor below, had not had a good night's sleep, neither guards nor criminals.

This was because the battle had raged for a full day and night.

Magellan yawned and downed a cup of bitter coffee. He then skillfully entered the restroom, and upon closer inspection, he saw that he even had bags under his eyes.

However, the nightmare had only just begun.

The second day.

The seventh day.

The tenth day.

A full ten days and nights, the battle between the one person and four beasts had not ceased. All the guards and criminals looked like they were on the verge of death, yawning, with dark circles under their eyes as if they had been smeared with ink.

"What day is it today?"

Magellan was becoming somewhat neurasthenic. This was the thirtieth cup of coffee he had drunk today, yet even so, it was difficult for him to muster any energy.

In the office.

Domino, wearing a gas mask, also yawned. However, she was slightly better off than Magellan because she had taken breaks on other floors during these ten days.

For example, the first floor by the sea, where the commotion was minimal.

The other management staff were in similar situations.

"Warden, it's been ten days and nights. Today is the eleventh day."

"Haven't they rested at all?"

"Major General Wilton hasn't, but the four Jailer Beasts have rotated. Sometimes it's one against two, sometimes one against three, sometimes one against four."

"How is he doing that?"

Magellan blinked in surprise.

The fact that even the four Jailer Beasts had been rotated meant they were badly injured and exhausted, requiring a brief rest to recover their stamina, otherwise they wouldn't be able to continue fighting.

If even a Zoan awakening was like this, how much more so for a human with no Devil Fruit abilities.

"I don't know, but it's common knowledge that Major General Wilton hasn't rested for ten days and nights, and has been maintaining a high-intensity combat mode the entire time."

"He's been weak several times, but he recovered quickly."

"It's highly likely he's also a Devil Fruit User."

Domino couldn't understand it either. Her first suspicion was Devil Fruits, because besides Devil Fruits, she couldn't think of any other reason Wilton could last so long.

"A Devil Fruit User?"

Magellan didn't recall Wilton's file mentioning Devil Fruits.

That's right.

When it was confirmed that Wilton was escorting Arlong to Impel Down, the Marines had sent Magellan Wilton's detailed information.

After all, Impel Down was the World's Greatest Prison. To prevent any accidents, all travel was strictly controlled.

Only by knowing Wilton's detailed information could they better handle any unexpected situations.

BANG!!!

A loud noise.

Five figures crashed heavily onto the ground. Most of Boiling Hell was riddled with holes, and Wilton walked out of the shattered prison.

His body was covered in scabs from blood, his strong chest heaving, his heavy breaths audible even from a thousand meters away.

The four Jailer Beasts opposite him were also in a sorry state.

They got up from the ground, gripping their weapons, and looked at Wilton. The anger and brutality in their eyes were gone, replaced only by fear and respect.

This human was too terrifying.

More savage and brutal than them, they had almost lost even when fighting together, and had been tortured to the point of wishing for death. Now, they just wanted to eat their fill and sleep soundly.

It was too painful, too exhausting.

Cough, cough, cough~

Wilton coughed up blood, and he was also exhausted, but the light in his eyes was extremely fervent.

The ten days and nights of battle had brought him immense gains.

Initially, he felt immense pressure facing the four Jailer Beasts, but after only ten days, the pressure had shifted to the four Jailer Beasts.

This was also why the four Jailer Beasts looked at Wilton with fear. After all, they had been ganging up on Wilton at the beginning, but as the fight progressed, it became their turn to be ganged up on.

Wilton's rate of improvement was too fast, exceeding their comprehension.

This human seemed abnormal, more savage and ferocious than them. It was unclear who the beast was.

He couldn't be killed no matter how much they fought.

He hadn't rested for ten days and nights. Every time they thought it was over, he would get back up.

"Wahaha~"

"Explosive Double Axes."

The thrill of getting stronger made Wilton's spirit soar. He felt like he could fight for another ten days to half a month without issue, and a casual Recovery would sustain him for a while.

A Heal would sustain him for two periods.

A ultimate skill, Justice Potential, would sustain him for three periods.

After 24 hours, the three skills could be used in rotation, allowing him to sustain himself for three periods continuously.

The bug had been pushed to its absolute limit.

The hard ground within a ten-meter radius beneath his feet cracked. Wilton leaped high into the air, two dumbbell illusions with a diameter of 300 meters appearing behind him, agitating the air as they descended with world-splitting force.

"Moo!!!"

The four Minotauros roared, and were forced to pick up their weapons and swing with all their might. In that instant, it was as if two missiles collided.

Visibly, everything around them slowed down.

An explosion rapidly ascended into the sky, then formed an omnidirectional shockwave that spread outwards, causing the entire Boiling Hell to experience a new round of earthquakes.