If Sengoku doesn't pull back his net soon, I'll become the Pirate King!

Chapter 317 Brave Niu Niu, Unafraid of Difficulties

Meanwhile, there is the Lv.3 Hunger Hell.

Bazel walked on the sandy third floor as if no one else was there. Even when he brushed past the prison guards and soldiers, those inhuman guards seemed not to see anything at all.

"This place—"

He crouched down and gently picked up a sliver of "gravel" with his fingers, twirling it between his fingers.

Is it bone meal?

A wisp of fine white powder drifted away on the breeze. Bazel stood up and glanced at the prisoners in the surrounding jail.

Magellan was not lying.

Compared to other levels, the Crimson Hell at Lv.1 is indeed the most comfortable place.

Lv.3 Hungry Hell, this place imprisons mostly pirates with bounties exceeding 5000 million Berries.

Although compared to Bazell's near-5000 billion peso, 50 million is just a drop in the bucket.

But that depends on the era.

Standing in front of a cell, Bazel looked at the old man inside with gray hair and a wrinkled face.

Without saying much or helping them escape, they simply disappeared with the blowing sand.

He is not a savior.

Moreover, most of the criminals here don't deserve to be saved.

Bazel didn't have the time to ask each person individually whether they were arrested because of their pirate status or because they had offended a noble.

It makes no sense.

The greatest value of this underwater prison —

At least in Bazel's view, the value of this place was not in torturing prisoners.

Instead, it's the infinite hell of Lv.6.

Only that layer has any value.

Those imprisoned in that place are either vicious criminals or users of Devil Fruits with bizarre abilities.

Killing them would only allow Devil Fruits to be reborn in other corners of the ocean; what the World Government wants is stability.

What they need is to stabilize their rule at the lowest possible cost.

Given that the Five Elders are immortal, nothing is less costly than the passage of time.

If we wait quietly for decades, those once-proud enemies will be ravaged by time and eventually die in some unknown corner.

And all they need to do is spend time that is of no use to them.

As for the five levels above Lv.6 —

It's more like a declaration of terror to the outside world, letting the people of this sea know.

In this world, there is a real hell.

Walking on the third floor, Bazel gazed at the rare scenery, a sight to behold for a time traveler like himself.

Seeing the scenery of Impelh in person is a memory worth cherishing.

After all, in the original anime, Impel Down's storyline is connected to the Marineford War.

Regardless of the outcome of that great battle, it was at least one of the few major battles that this anime could showcase.

This also marked the beginning of Blackbeard Teach's true path of revenge.

bang bang bang ---

Suddenly, a strange, hurried running sound came from afar.

Bazelton stopped and turned around curiously to look.

A dark figure sped towards them from afar, kicking up clouds of dust as it raced at high speed.

This guy is—

Watching the enormous monster emerge from the darkness and rush into the light.

Bazel's eyes gradually widened, and his pupils turned into star shapes.

So cute!!!

It's an incredibly cute and adorable cow!!

Lv.3 Minotaur, the cow jailer of the Hungry Hell!

Bazel looked at the snotty-nosed bull that had stopped in front of him and first casually used a finger gun to instantly kill the surveillance Den Den Mushi not far away.

Then it emerged from the dark, chaotic belly.

"Niu Niu, can you understand me?"

Bazel didn't have many memories of the Minotaur; he only remembered that there seemed to be some talk about it before he traveled through time.

It is said that Impel Down's jailer beasts are all Zoan-type Devil Fruit users.

However, because they failed to awaken, their souls were erased, and their bodies were taken over by the animals represented by the Devil Fruits they ate.

The cow-like jailer beast in front of us is probably a cow-man who ate the Ox-Ox Fruit in its cow form.

huh~~

The Minotaur raised its massive spiked club, seemingly about to bring it down, but its beady black eyes revealed a clear sense of foolishness and confusion.

Put down the spiked club and bend down.

It sniffed hard at Bazel, as if searching for something.

"Here we go again—"

The way Bazel hit the bull reminded him of Nora, who was in Wano Country.

Could the Beast King's abilities also attract Zoan-type Devil Fruit users who have failed to awaken their powers?

Just when Bazel thought the other party would be like Nora, Niu Niu suddenly sniffed, and a fierce glint flashed in his black bean-sized pupils.

Swish!

"Wow, that's fast! But~~"

Bazel activated the Windbend Bird to create an air barrier behind him.

boom--!

Rapid footsteps and dull thuds could be heard.

A few minutes later, the jailer beast retreated, tilting its head to examine Bazel.

He seemed to be wondering why he couldn't hit the target.

Barzel returned the gaze.

He clearly saw the movement of the bell-ringing bull; it was the Navy's Six Style: Shave!

The kind of force that involves stomping the ground dozens or hundreds of times in an instant is only found in the Sha Fu method.

After a moment's thought, Bazel put away the Wind Phoenix, activated a Fire Flow martial art, and used his life to grow his body to the same size as the Jailer Beast.

He, the future Pirate King Bazel, wants a cow as his partner!

shave!

Bazel suddenly appeared behind the Minotaur, leaving countless afterimages, before he could even throw a punch.

The burly, robust ox disappeared.

The next instant, a dark shadow loomed over from behind.

"Iron block."

boom--

The spiked club stopped on Bazel's right cheek, which was wrapped in Haki and iron.

He raised his right hand to grip the spiked club tightly, and a snake spirit fell from his left sleeve.

The sand and gravel tumbled and deformed, and a brick larger than a cow's face appeared in Bazel's hand.

As Armament Haki rapidly enveloped the brick, its golden-white color quickly turned pitch black.

Bazel turned around at lightning speed, and the massive brick slammed into the enemy's face with the force of his arm swing.

Moo!

The pitiful mooing of cattle could be heard.

Bazel glanced at the spiked club in his hand and casually tossed it aside.

With a sinister grin, he walked toward the Minotaur, who had crashed into the prison gate not far away.

"Naughty little fools need to be punished."

Minotaur staggered to his feet, shaking his slightly dizzy head.

He clenched his fists and lunged at Bazel.

With one hand blocking the enemy's impact, Bazel slammed down the massive brick in his hand once more.

Bang-!

boom--!

boom----

Only when the Minotaur's eyes turned into mosquito coils, with a series of swollen bumps appearing on its head, did Bazel nod in satisfaction.

"Spare the rod and spoil the child" is a proverb, and Niu Niu should be able to understand his good intentions.

Sitting on the back of the unconscious bull, Bazel yawned.

The Fiery Flow Martial Body was canceled, and the activated white chaos obscured the vision and senses of the half-dead prisoners around them.

In the instant of the black and white chaos transforming, Bazel and the cow on the ground disappeared.

All that remained was a huge spiked club with five handprints engraved on it, not far away.

The prisoners who had been drawn to the Minotaur's agonizing screams lowered their heads and closed their eyes again, showing no intention of pleading for help or shouting.

"A bunch of pathetic living dead—"

The incoming sandstorm blew away the last whisper.

At this point, the Lv.3 Hunger Hell fell silent once again.

【Lv.6 Infinite Hell】

The addition of newcomers has brought a bit more life to the once lifeless Infinite Hell.

Morgans, sitting alone in his solitary cell, yawned out of boredom.

"Why isn't that guy coming to rescue me yet? This place is so boring~"

"Stop dreaming. This place is an endless hell, a hell with only an entrance and no exit."

Morgans turned his head to look at the giant with the buttocks face who was tightly bound by sea stone in the huge cell opposite.

"San Juan Wolf, the giant pirate who suddenly disappeared decades ago, I never expected you to be imprisoned here."

"Oh no, not only have I been discovered, but my identity has been exposed too~"

Hearing San Juan Wolf's reply, Morgans didn't respond, but a hint of mockery flashed in his eyes.

San Juan Wolf, a giant pirate who roamed the seas decades ago.

He was known for his excessively cruel nature.

Although no one on the high seas knows what crime he committed to be classified as a criminal, Morgans, as the king of intelligence, knows some minor details.

"You killed a lot of people, didn't you? No, not just people, but other races too."

"Because they're annoying, always chattering away."

San Juan Wolf replied in a seemingly harmless, honest voice, "Besides, I didn't expect them to be so fragile. I just patted them lightly."

A light tap?

Morgans lost the desire to continue the conversation.

San Juan Wolf cannot be simply categorized as either a bad guy or a good guy.

If I had to say something, I would only describe the other person as an extremely willful, unscrupulous, and incredibly strong brat.

Disturbed from sleep, blocked from the road, attacked —

Anything that didn't suit San Juan Wolf's mood at that moment would enrage him, and then the big guy would smash anyone or anything that dared to upset him.

Whether he lives or dies is none of his business.

This is precisely why Morgans looked down on the other party.

He possessed great strength, but lacked the wisdom and will to control it.

His killings were not motivated by self-interest or conflict, but by his mood.

"Hey, why aren't you saying anything?"

Tap tap tap... overlapping footsteps suddenly rang out at the end of the corridor.

The overlapping sounds, like boots stomping on the ground or bones hitting the ground, made everyone frown slightly.

Countless eyes lit up again in the darkness.

But when everyone sensed the source of this aura—

"This guy's aura is incredibly strong!"

"It's not just strong, what's with this feeling, like being under a scorching sun?!"

"A scorching sun? Why does it feel like a cold crescent moon to me?"

There are different opinions.

But only Morgans's lips curled up, his wide, bird-like eyes filled with excitement and the madness of impending revenge.

"Hehehehe————"

"Looks like you've finally had enough fun and are planning to take me away from this awful place!"

"Hurry up, hurry up! I'm so bored in this place, and I already have the list!"

Morgans was met with a moo from a cow.

"Quiet down, moo moo."

The door at the end of the corridor had opened a crack at some point, revealing a hapless jailer with his eyes rolled back.

In the deserted corridor, the distorted, hazy black mist was on the verge of completely dissipating.

The seemingly complex footsteps became clear at that moment.

In the darkness, two beams of light shone.

His eyes shone brightly, with a golden vertical line standing in the center of his pupils.

"Looks like you're doing alright, Morgans."

"A single room isn't something everyone can enjoy."

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