The Fused Monster

These tiny, invisible particles seeped into the prison through the gaps beneath the main gate and quickly spread inside.

At the same time.

The first floor above sea level, the guardhouse.

The guard rested his chin on his hand, staring at the unchanging surveillance footage and yawned.

As the night shift guard, he has to stay here from 10 p. m. to 8 a. m. His only job is to keep an eye on dozens of surveillance cameras and quickly sound the alarm if he finds anything unusual.

An anomaly? What's wrong with it?

The last time the alarm went off was by his predecessor, an elderly guard in his fifties who was nearing retirement; that prison riot happened 17 years ago.

For the next 17 years, the alarm never sounded again.

"Ugh, so boring. Why am I always on the night shift this month?"

There were three guards in the cell. Upon hearing this, the other two couldn't help but laugh:

Isn't it nice to be able to sit here comfortably?

"At least we don't have to go to the baptismal chamber. I heard that a group of pirates who came in a couple of days ago were boiled to death in a pot of boiling water. That scene was truly disgusting."

The so-called baptismal room can also be called a disinfection room.

All prisoners sent in must be boiled in a pot of boiling water to disinfect themselves before they can be registered for imprisonment.

The Impel Down is a closed little world. If a plague or virus were to break out inside, the scene would be terrifying. Therefore, this is a necessary step and is not simply a form of prisoner abuse.

"This is the first time I've ever seen a prisoner fail to get past the first checkpoint. I've heard that the really tough ones can stay in the pot without making a sound."

"He was scared to death, not scalded to death by the high temperature. It seems he was a gourmet before becoming a pirate. He never thought he would one day become a 'delicacy' tossed into a pot to be cooked, and then be scared to death. Hahaha, that's hilarious."

"Is that so?"

The drowsy guard looked surprised. Suddenly, he saw a figure appear on the surveillance camera at the main gate, and he jumped up and said:

"Vice Admiral Momousagi?"

"What Momousagi?"

The other two leaned over and teased, "Although Vice Admiral Momousagi is very famous, a beauty in our navy, she's not coming..."

Halfway through their conversation, the two realized that the woman in the picture was none other than Admiral Candidate, Headquarters Vice Admiral Momousagi Gion.

The three looked at each other, muttering incredulously:

"It really is Vice Admiral Momousagi! Why would he come to Impel Down in the middle of the night?"

"Open the door."

At that moment, Momousagi's voice came from the loudspeaker.

The drowsy guard instantly woke up and hurriedly replied into the microphone:

"Vice Admiral Momousagi, coming right away, please wait a moment!"

Having said that, he turned to leave the guard cell, excitedly telling his two colleagues before leaving, "I'm a huge fan of Vice Admiral Momousagi, so I have to be the one to open the door!"

One of them curled his lip, his face full of disdain. "What kind of fans are they? They're clearly lecherous."

Momousagi has many suitors, enough to circle the Tarai Current. Among them, the most famous is another Admiral Candidate who is said to have been rejected dozens of times but still persists.

On the other side.

The drowsy guard rushed to the prison gate and pulled the switch on the left wall.

The next moment, the heavy entrance gate slowly opened inward.

Bethany, standing outside the door, smiled slightly as she looked at the fanatical guard lost in his hallucinations:

"Thanks a lot."

"No, it's not hard at all!"

The drowsy guard first bowed respectfully, then blushed slightly.

"Um, Vice Admiral Momousagi, I'm a fan of yours, could you please sign my autograph? On my shirt!"

The gate was already open, Bethany didn't bother with a mere guard. She released more scents and shadows to interfere with his five senses, immersing him in illusions, before turning and leaving.

Although this guy will definitely be in trouble afterward, at least in his hallucination, his wish was fulfilled.

"The master's target is the legendary pirate on the sixth level of the ocean floor; only their blood is worth extracting. And to enter the sixth level, one must use the elevator..."

She casually subdued a patrolling jailer, and with his lead, Bethany walked confidently toward the elevator as if it were empty.

She recalled her master's instructions in her heart.

In the Impel Down, there are only two people worth noting.

Director Magellan, Paramecia Devil Fruit User.

Shiryu, the Chief Warden Shiryu of the Rain, is a swordsman of exceptional skill.

These two were evenly matched and were known as the "Iron Wall" of Impel Down, but they were at odds with each other. Shiryu of the Rain bloodthirsty and indifferent to life, often killing prisoners and prison guards indiscriminately.

"Just avoid these two and you can reach level 6."

This matter... is not difficult.

Having mentally rehearsed all the possible scenarios, Bethany was full of confidence.

So she used her abilities to control the prison guards one by one along the way, successfully reaching the elevator and entering the underground floor.

The six underground levels of the Impel Down each have their own name:

Level 1, Crimson Hell.

Level 2, Beast Hell.

Level 3, Starvation Hell.

Level 4, Blazing Hell.

Level 5, Freezing Hell.

And finally, level 6, Infinite Hell.

Even in the level 5 Freezing Hell, most of the prisoners held there have bounties exceeding 100 million.

The deepest level, level 6, is inhabited by individuals who have committed extremely heinous crimes and are almost legendary figures in the outside world, whose names must be erased from history.

Using a mechanical elevator, Bethany took the management personnel's passageway, which led directly to level 6 at the deepest part of the building.

As the elevator came to a stop at the entrance to the Infinite Hell, a profound and eerie atmosphere enveloped the area.

There was no lighting here, and it was pitch black all around. There was only one passage leading deep into the prison, and darkness permeated the passage, like a monster lurking silently, ready to devour anyone who dared to step inside.

Bethany's expression was calm as she stepped into the darkness, her footsteps making a "tap-tap" sound.

Passing through the long, dark corridor, one finds rows of prison cells on either side, holding one legendary prisoner after another. Hearing footsteps, they open their eyes one after another.

"That's rare, it's actually unusual for someone to come here?"

"Magellan? Hmph, that guy's probably got diarrhea somewhere. It's pathetic that his own Devil Fruit power got him into that state."

"It might be Shiryu of the Rain. Hey, say something!"

Knock knock knock.

Some prisoners pounded on the iron bars of their cells with their shackles, making a heavy metallic clanging sound.

Bethany paused slightly; in the darkness, neither could see the other.

But the prisoners were already used to the darkness of the place and could make out the figures of those outside the cell.

"A woman?" someone exclaimed in surprise.

"Shut up, everyone!"

In the darkness, Bethany's blood-red eyes gleamed with an eerie red light, and endless scent particles spread in all directions.

At the same time.

Level 4, floor guard room.

As the main control room of the entire prison, this place is responsible for monitoring the situation on each floor. As Bethany rode the elevator through the five underground floors, the alarm here suddenly blared.

"What? The elevator has entered Infinite Hell?"

"How could it be... there was no application for this, and Director Magellan didn't notify us either!"

"Quickly, contact the Chief Warden! Something's wrong!"

Immediately, commotion broke out on the fourth floor first.

Chapter 117 The Merged Monster

Level 4, Blazing Hell, Chief Warden's Office.

Shiryu of the Rain upright on the sofa, meticulously performing routine maintenance on his beloved sword.

His sword was among the Famous Sword, and its name was "Raiu".

A sword with a crimson-gold color scheme throughout, featuring a crimson hilt, a gold blade tip, a square guard, and a blade that gleams with an eerie blood-red light.

It is not a cursed sword, nor is it cursed. It is just that Shiryu too bloodthirsty, which caused the sword to gradually evolve into a cursed sword through long-term blood-drinking.

"Um?"

Shiryu's brow twitched slightly, and he glanced at the office door out of the corner of his eye.

About three seconds later, footsteps were heard outside, and a guard quickly came to the door and reported in rapid speech:

"Shiryu Chief Warden, just now, the elevator entered Level 6 Infinite Hell without permission!"

"Magellan went?"

Shiryu didn't care. Of all the people in the entire prison with the authority to freely enter and exit all six levels, only he and Warden Magellan hadn't gone. The reason he hadn't gone was because of Magellan.

Anyone else wishing to use the elevator to access the sixth floor must apply in advance, or be accompanied by either of the two individuals.

Even if someone from headquarters comes, it's the same; prisons have their own rules.

"No, it's not Chief Magellan. He got up in the middle of the night with diarrhea and is still in the toilet!"

The guard's words startled Shiryu, then a bloodthirsty smile crept across his lips.

Intruders? No, there were no alarms coming from above. So, it must be an internal prisoner escape? But why would an escapee go to the lower levels?

What did they say from the elevator machine room?

"We've sent people over to investigate, but haven't received a reply yet."

"I understand, I'll go there myself."

Shiryu of the Rain sheathed his beloved sword, rose, and left the office.

Level 6, Infinite Hell.

Faced with the Awakening Smell-Smell Fruit, even the prisoners on the sixth floor were powerless to resist, and one by one they fell into a deep sleep in a dream.

They had been imprisoned here for a long time, living a life of barely getting enough to Undying, and had long since lost their strength.

Bethany took out a lancet and gently tossed it out.

"Go, collect at least 1000cc of blood from each person."

The blood collection needle was brought to Animation by Dimon, gaining the ability to act autonomously.

Once it broke free from Bethany's grasp, it immediately targeted the nearest prisoner, bursting through the cell bars and precisely piercing the prisoner's vein with the needle.

Its tail is connected to a blood bag, and blood is continuously flowing through the tube to fill the bag little by little.

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind swept by, and Ain's voice rang out in the darkness.

"Bethany, your actions have been exposed."

How could that be?

Bethany paused, full of doubt. "I infiltrated this place, and everyone I encountered was under my control. How could I have been exposed?"

"It's an elevator. Once this elevator reaches the sixth basement level, the prison's control room will receive a notification. However, its use requires permission. The prison's Chief Warden, Shiryu of the Rain, is already on his way."