However, based on common sense, this situation is more pronounced in graves where many corpses are buried, thus giving rise to various ghost stories, which is not entirely unfounded.

Needless to say, Yang Ming had set up a huge Philosopher's Stone transmutation array in the Deep Sea Prison several years ago. After the prisoners died, their bodies and souls would be transformed into Philosopher's Stones, making a contribution to a better world.

Over the years, prisoners from all over the world have been transported to the deep-sea prison, and countless prisoners have died. It is understandable that the sheer number of dead bodies has created such a tremendous sense of oppression here.

"Is this the deep-sea prison?"

Ace frowned, vaguely sensing that something was wrong, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

Before coming to Impel Down, Ace had already obtained some information from Whitebeard and deliberately avoided patrol boats, preparing to find a secluded and deserted corner to land.

But what's going on now?

There were no patrol boats on the sea, and not even any soldiers were stationed on the city walls.

"Could it be that all of this was arranged by Yang Ming?"

Ace's heart skipped a beat, and the thought suddenly flashed through his mind, but he immediately dismissed it, thinking to himself:

"Impossible, right? Magellan, the warden of the Deep Sea Prison, is only slightly inferior to a Marine Admiral in terms of rank, but his strength is no different from that of an ordinary Marine Admiral. Moreover, I've heard that he is always fair and just in enforcing the law. Yang Ming shouldn't be able to order Magellan around."

After thinking for a while, Ace, who was not known for his intelligence, quickly put the question out of his mind.

Who cares!

Things will work themselves out when they reach the bridge!

With an optimistic attitude, Ace followed the planned route and landed in a secluded corner. He towed the rowboat ashore, casually covered himself with some branches and leaves, and then leaped over the high city wall.

The surface layer of the deep-sea prison was completely deserted; heaven knows where everyone had gone, which suited Ace's wishes perfectly.

Little did he know that his actions could not escape the surveillance of the video den Den Mushi hidden in the corner.

Warden Domino shook his head secretly and said:

"What a terrible stealth!"

She quickly turned off the video denial snail's surveillance to avoid being exposed later.

The Deep Sea Prison is divided into seven levels: the first floor above the sea, the Red Lotus Hell, the Beast Hell, the Hunger Hell, the Scorching Hell, the Extreme Cold Hell, and the Infinite Hell.

When Ace finally reached Crimson Hell, the corridor was filled with a strange smell—the stench of prisoners' sweat mixed with the smell of dried blood, like a bottling of failed herring. It made Ace's stomach churn and he almost vomit, so he had to force himself to hold his breath and move quickly.

What puzzled Ace was that Crimson Hell, which imprisoned criminals with relatively minor crimes, was now eerily quiet, with no prisoners even shouting for help, which truly struck him as odd.

It wasn't until he glanced at one of the cells that he saw the prisoner inside, dressed in a black and white striped prison uniform, staring straight at him. His wide eyes were bloodshot and filled with whites, making him look like a vengeful ghost, sending chills down his spine.

Not only in this cell, but in almost all the cells, all the prisoners were silent, staring blankly at the passersby, their stiff faces like those of a walking corpse.

A sudden chill ran down his spine, and Ace quickened his pace involuntarily.

Seeing Ace rushing towards the fourth level of the Scorching Hell, Warden Domino shut down all the video Den Den Mushi, took a bunch of keys, whistled, and took the elevator directly to the sixth level of the Infinite Hell.

The Infinite Hell has always housed serious criminals, and some of their deeds have even been erased by the World Government to prevent the world from knowing of their existence.

The Infinite Hell, used to imprison prisoners of this level, has always given outsiders a mysterious feeling.

Perhaps for propaganda and deterrence purposes, rumors circulate that this place is a place of malevolence, and once you come, you can forget about leaving. If a sinner dies here, even their soul cannot escape.

At least so far, apart from Shiki the Golden Lion successfully escaping from here, it seems that no one else has achieved such a miracle.

Because outsiders rarely have the opportunity to see the full extent of Infinite Hell, they often exaggerate its features excessively. Over time, this place has become a place that pirates fear.

In reality, the Infinite Hell is surprisingly ordinary. It doesn't have the strange and unusual vegetation and forests of the Crimson Lotus Hell, nor the bizarre animals kept in the Beast Hell, nor the half-dead starving prisoners of the Hunger Hell, because the prisoners here are all ruthless people who would even eat Guanyin soil if they were extremely hungry. It also doesn't have the scorching terrain of the Scorching Hell, nor the bitterly cold environment of the Extreme Cold Hell. It's just plain ordinary.

Although the environment of Infinite Hell is ordinary, the prisoners held there are anything but.

The tyrannical king, Abaro Pizarro!

The colossal warship, San Juan Wolf!

Katarina Deppon, the Crescent Moon Hunter!

Big Barrel, Bacchus Chote!

World Destroyer, Bundy Wald!

The lone red, Baron Redfield!

Heir of the Devil, Douglas

Barrett!

Under the watchful eyes of everyone present, Warden Domino arrived outside Douglas Barrett's cell.

"Dang Dang Dang!"

Hearing the clinking of keys, the burly man who had been deep in thought with his eyes closed suddenly opened them.

Domino opened the cell door and said expressionlessly:

“Barrett, I am acting on the orders of General Shura to release you.”

"Tsk!"

Douglas Barrett's lips curled into a distinct smile. Despite being trapped in the Infinite Hell, he had kept up with the news from the outside world all these years. Someone had delivered a newspaper to him, which made him aware that the now-famous Asura General was none other than the boy who had once impressed him.

"I never imagined that several years would pass in the blink of an eye, and now it's finally time to implement the plan?"

Douglas Barrett slowly stood up, and the heavy sea stone shackles that had been on his wrists snapped off and fell to the ground with a dull thud.

With a physique far larger than that of an ordinary person, he resembled a giant bear. The moment Douglas Barrett stepped out of the cell, even though Domino already knew he was on her side, she couldn't help but tremble.

This guy was a legendary figure on the Pirate King's ship back in the day!

Douglas Barrett glanced at the pale-faced warden Domino and said:

"You should leave for a moment. If all the prisoners here escape later, they might not show you any mercy."

The warden, Domino, nodded like a chick pecking at rice. She knew perfectly well how much malice the prisoners harbored towards them, and she slipped away as fast as the wind could carry her.

After Warden Domino left, Douglas Barrett looked around and grinned maliciously:

"You defeated dogs of the old era, don't you want to regain your freedom?"

Upon hearing this, the prisoners' eyes lit up.

"miss you!"

“Very well!” Douglas Barrett smashed the iron bars of a cell and grinned maliciously. “Go ahead and turn this sea upside down!”

Chapter 269 The moonlight tonight is harsh and cold, like a chilling blade, illuminating the dying.

The Great Prison in the Deep Sea, a scorching hell with four underground levels.

Judging from the floor plan, this level of the prison is not much different from the other levels. It is an oval-shaped area with facilities such as a food warehouse, kitchen, warden's office, and elevator.

In the center is a huge pool of blood, constantly bubbling and radiating a scorching heat. The temperature of the entire space remains constant above 80 degrees Celsius year-round, while the temperature inside the blood pool is consistently above 600 degrees Celsius. Prisoners held here are suspended from the bars, enjoying this high-temperature sauna treatment.

To this, the prisoners only have one thing to say:

"Thank you, because of you, the four seasons are warm."

After a series of smooth searches, Ace finally found the place where Garp was being held. His arm suddenly burst into flames as he reached out and touched the bars of the cell. The intense heat caused the bars to twist and deform, and he managed to tear open a gap just big enough for one person to pass through.

"Old man, I'm here to save you."

Karp put down the magazine in his hand and looked up to see a familiar figure burst into the cell.

Despite not having seen each other for many years, Garp recognized Ace at a glance.

"Hey kid, what brings you here all of a sudden?"

Without thinking twice, Ace grabbed Garp and started walking out.

"Now is not the time to talk about this. Let's go out together."

"No, I can't leave."

Unexpectedly, Garp shoved Ace aside and grinned, saying:

"I am a naval hero, how could I possibly associate with a pirate!"

Ace had the Whitebeard Pirates tattoo prominently displayed on his back. Did he really think Garp was too old to see it?

Although he had long expected that his grandson Ace would go astray, Garp still felt a pang of heartache. He had been grooming Ace to be a future admiral of the Marine Headquarters, but in the end, he went astray!

Seeing the old man standing there like a wooden stake, just like the unfamiliar old man on the other side, Estun suddenly felt a toothache.

How can I persuade a stubborn old man to stop? (Reading by La)

Waiting online, very anxious!

Just as Ace was racking his brains about how to solve the problem at hand, he suddenly felt a huge tremor coming from underground. Then he saw the gate leading to the fifth level of the extremely cold hell smash open with a loud crash, and a bone-chilling cold air wafted out, dispersing the unbearably hot air of the scorching hell.

A group of prisoners dressed in black and white striped prison uniforms emerged from the doorway, cheering:

"Brothers, rush!"

"Freedom is just ahead; as long as we keep pushing forward, we will be free!"

Ace was completely stunned when he saw a group of prisoners locked up in the freezing hell.

What the hell!What the hell!What the hell!

I don't recall releasing these people at all.

Little did he know that he had taken the blame for someone else's mistake, and Ace seemed somewhat bewildered.

"Is someone planning a prison break?"

Garp and Chief Instructor Zephyr exchanged glances. Both were veterans who enlisted in the same year and had fought side by side for many years. With just a look, they knew what the other was thinking.

"This is outrageous! These people have really eaten the gall of a bear and the heart of a leopard; they're incredibly audacious!"

With a sudden, forceful pull to both sides, the mere Seastone shackles were no match for the two martial arts experts, and were forcibly torn apart, causing Ace's brows to twitch in disbelief.

So you two are capable of escaping the deep-sea prison?

In the end, the clown was myself?

Ace stood there bewildered in the wind when he saw two burly figures suddenly burst out of the prison, like ferocious tigers unleashed from their cages, exuding an aura that terrified the world.

“Zeffa, let’s have a contest to see who takes down more prisoners.”

"Garp, you're not young anymore, how come you're still as childish as you were when you were young?"

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