"Demon Heir" Bullet / The Three-Month Agreement

"Ha, are you an idiot? Even if I didn't do that, I could still draw your blood whenever I wanted."

Bethany was amused; this guy wasn't very bright.

Bullet wasn't angry; he simply narrowed his eyes, staring intently at Bethany outside the cell, meeting her blood-red gaze.

"Even in this dark and gloomy prison, I've heard about your Seven Deadly Sins."

This caught Bethany's attention. She raised an eyebrow and asked with interest:

"Can prisoners read newspapers?"

"This is the only entertainment. You're Bethany of the Seven Deadly Sins, right?" Bullet said calmly. "How about we change the terms? You let me out, and I'll join your organization! I don't think you don't know something about me."

I'm sorry, I really didn't know.

Bethany had no idea who Bullet was. Seeing his confident demeanor, she couldn't help but smile. She loved saying "no" to arrogant humans.

Are you worthy?

Chapter 119 "Demon Heir" Bullet

Do you deserve it?

Do you deserve it? Do you deserve it?

Bethany's reaction silenced Bullet.

Not long has passed, has the outside world completely forgotten about his existence?

Just then, another slightly childish voice suddenly rang out from outside the cell:

"Douglas Bullet, a former member of the Roger Pirates, was known as the 'Demon Heir' during his time on the Grand Line."

Bethany asked in surprise, "Him?"

Upon realizing his identity had been revealed, Bullet intently observed the situation outside the cell. The darkness did not obstruct his vision, yet he did not see a third person beside the woman.

Ain continued:

"This person's situation is rather special; he left the Roger Pirates before they reached the Laugh Tale."

One year after Roger's death, which is 18 years ago, he went on a rampage at sea, turning the Grand Line upside down. The Navy launched Buster Call against him, and he was ultimately defeated and Impel Down.

"I see..."

After listening, Bethany finally understood. No wonder this guy was so confident in proposing the deal; his resume was indeed something to be proud of.

"I underestimated you. Level 6 Infinite Hell is indeed full of talented people," she said with a smile.

Unable to pinpoint Ain's location, Bullet simply stated:

"Since you know who I am, the previous agreement still stands. During my years of imprisonment, I cultivated with extreme concentration every day, and my strength is now even greater than before!"

"You're bound in chains, how can you still cultivate?"

Bethany observed his condition; the prison treated him more harshly than other prisoners on the same floor. His hands and feet were firmly strapped to the wall, making him almost unable to move.

How does one cultivate this state?

Bullet grinned, his expression one of utter arrogance:

"The cultivation of Haki is the cultivation of willpower. So what if my body can't move? Some people enhance their Haki through battle, some people use their fists to smash steel, I only need to concentrate my mind!"

As he spoke, his body trembled, and streaks of black and red Inazuma coursed around him, accompanied by bursts of thunder.

Even while bound by Seastone chains, Bullet was still able to unleash a minimum amount of his Haki, which is why he was able to wake up quickly from his dream.

Seeing this, Bethany wore a thoughtful expression.

This is quite similar to the master's Haki cultivation method, both involving tempering the spirit to enhance Haki. However, the master has the Longevity Wine to aid him, while this person can achieve something similar without it, indicating that this guy's own vitality is extremely strong...

"Interesting."

"How about it? Let me out, and I'll join your Seven Deadly Sins. Whether it's Marine Admiral or one of the Four Emperors, I'm confident I can kill them all!"

Bullet's expression was fierce and manic, exuding a madness.

During his years in prison, he gradually came to understand that since Roger was dead, the only way to surpass him was to kill all the top experts on this sea.

Joining the Seven Deadly Sins was just a pretext; he had no interest in wasting time in such an organization. He had only one goal.

Surpass Roger!

"Ain, what did Master say?" Bethany didn't make a decision on her own. Since a human with considerable strength was begging to join, only Master could make the decision.

Ain remained silent for a few seconds, then finally replied in a tone that mimicked his master's:

He doesn't deserve it.

Upon hearing this, Bullet instantly Wrath. Veins bulged on his forehead, and he growled in a low voice:

"I'm not worthy? With my abilities, I can't join the Seven Deadly Sins?"

Bethany shook her head. "I think you've misunderstood. It has nothing to do with strength. My lord's meaning is very clear: you are not qualified to join us."

Previously, Nami was chosen by her master to be an outer member of the organization because of her excellent navigation skills. That girl was extremely weak; Bullet could kill a whole group with one punch.

Therefore, the ability to join has nothing to do with strength.

"Your master can see what's happening here?" Bullet scoffed. "I want to speak to him directly."

"Human, don't be so Pride. You are not worthy to speak with my lord."

Bethany frowned slightly and waved to retract the lancet.

In the short time they spoke, the blood bags they had brought were completely filled.

However, Bethany did not stop; she flung the lancet at Bullet.

The needle pierced through the iron bars of the cell and instantly Bullet Barrett's neck, precisely drawing a full tube of blood from his vein.

Bullet remained unmoved by the stinging pain in his neck. It was just a little blood; he didn't care what these people would do with it after they extracted it. He figured it was probably some kind of scientific experiment.

He cares about freedom!

The Impel Down is an eternal cage; once an opportunity like this is missed, it's uncertain when the next one will come.

He didn't give up, his gaze fixed on Bethanies, and said in a deep voice:

What are your conditions for releasing me?

Impel Down, thousands of meters above the ground.

Wave-Breaking Warrior, deck.

Dimon stood on the ship's railing, the cold night wind whipping his black robes wildly, the hem dancing wildly like outstretched wings.

Through Ain's perspective, he observed everything inside the prison.

The Seven Deadly Sins have no shortage of fighters like Bullet. Instead of recruiting a human, they should spend their time finding more and stronger Devil Fruits.

She's not a genius navigator like Nami, who can perform well in certain situations.

"However..." Dimon pondered for a moment, "Releasing him isn't out of the question. This person's blood is quite valuable; it could be used to leave a mark for future blood draws to locate him."

With this in mind, Dimon descended on his own initiative.

Infinite Hell.

Outside the dark cell, a sudden flash of golden light appeared.

The mark on the back of Bethany's hand was activated, transforming into a golden thread that etched a complex pentagram magic circle onto the floor.

The next instant, Dimon appeared in the center of the formation.

Bullet stared in astonishment at what was happening, only snapping out of his daze when Dimon stepped out of the formation and walked to the cell door.

"You are... Big Eyes?"

"Team leader."

In front of outsiders, Bethany did not address her as "master".

Dimon gazed at the prisoners in the cell, observing them silently for a moment before slowly speaking:

There are two conditions.

"Firstly, I will leave a mark on you that will always pinpoint your location so we can find you at any time."

"Secondly, after you leave, collect Devil Fruits for us. You have three months to provide one Devil Fruit every three months, otherwise..."

Dimon didn't continue, as it wouldn't make much sense to say more.

Bullet knew without a doubt what would happen if he couldn't deliver the fruit, but he wasn't afraid at all. As long as he was out of trouble, he would worry about the future later.

"Okay! I promise you!"

Dimon nodded slightly, then opened his right palm, releasing the magic circle in his palm.

A beam of golden light flowed into the cell and struck Bullet's neck, leaving a faint golden mark on the spot where blood had just been drawn.

This mark is similar to Imu's Contract mark; it cannot be removed unless the neck is severed.

Chapter 120 The March Agreement

After marking Bullet, Dimon pointed his index finger at the air.

A white line shot into the cell, forming a cubic space around Bullet. The next moment, the Seastone chains binding his body were erased by an invisible force.

The chains first faded, turning from lead gray to pure white, then scattered like dust, and finally disappeared without a trace.

Awakening Technique: Pale World.

Bullet looked surprised. He looked down at his hands, his fingers spreading and then clenching.

After years of imprisonment, his Conqueror's Haki erupted almost uncontrollably upon his release.

"Haha, finally free! You're very capable; you were able to remove the Seastone chains from my body!"

Seastone isn't Poneglyphs, so what's so surprising about destroying it...? Dimon, unaware of the guy's astonishment, simply stated calmly:

"We'll come back in three months to collect our first payment. Good luck!"

After saying that, Dimon turned to look at Bethany and saw that the blood bag in her hand was full, so he immediately prepared to leave.

He considered whether he could take away six layers of prisoners from the prison and draw their blood periodically, thus sustainably draining the pond to catch all the fish.

But thinking about it carefully, taking it with you would also cause a lot of trouble.

First, a place to hold them needs to be prepared, and people need to be arranged to guard them. It's too troublesome. It's better to keep them in the prison and draw blood when needed. The navy will faithfully take care of these prisoners for him.

What he needed to do was simple: leave a teleportation coordinate at the Impel Down so he could visit again next time.

"They're gone."

Dimon snapped his fingers, and the next moment, a pentagram teleportation array appeared beneath their feet. After a burst of golden light, they disappeared together.

Bullet only snapped out of his excitement at escaping after the two men left.

He frowned.

"Since you can teleport away, why didn't you take me with you?"

After saying that, he touched the mark on his neck. Maybe he could find a way to deal with this thing after he got out. If that didn't work, he could look for a place where there were Devil Fruits.

If we really can't find it, we can always fight the Seven Deadly Sins who come to collect their debts three months later.

Thinking of this, Bullet took a few steps forward, grabbed the railing with both hands, and twisted it forcefully. The steel fence was easily broken, just like a fragile tree branch.

He walked out of his cell and took a deep breath.

His gaze swept over the surrounding cells, where his fellow inmates were all fast asleep, enjoying a high-quality sleep like that of babies.

"That woman's abilities aren't bad, Awakening abilities? Hmph, just keep sleeping, you bunch of useless trash."

Bullet had no interest in rescuing anyone.

Perhaps if someone else were in his situation, they would choose to release more prisoners and use everyone's strength to escape together.

But he disdained such a thing; he could strike with just his own two fists.