Who told him to become the Pirate King!

Chapter 14 Who can't fly? (Please read on!)

The Golden Trophy!

Storm looked at the glittering Grand Prix trophy, a hint of joy flashing across his face.

It seems the jailers of Beast Hell were right about the Sphinx's strength.

The Golden Trophy is now in our hands!

Storm had already planned how to use this four-star trophy.

Without hesitation, he threw the Grand Prize Cup into the Clay Fruit!

Clay-Clay Fruit: ★★★★☆

Storm looked down at the Sphinx below, which was now completely still, and began manipulating the surrounding clay once more.

A constant stream of inspiration burst forth in his mind.

Storm seemed to sense the endless possibilities for developing the Clay Fruit.

next moment.

Storm's inspiration came to him.

He raised his right hand, and a lump of white clay emerged from his palm, instantly transforming into a lifelike little white dragon.

The little white dragon vigorously flapped its wings, its broad wings stirring up the surrounding air and turning it into a powerful updraft.

Once, twice.

Under Storm's eager gaze.

The little white dragon's claws slowly left his palm, and the entire dragon floated into the air.

As Storm gazed at the little white dragon soaring freely in the sky, a sentence suddenly popped into his mind.

Who can't fly?

Storm controlled the little white dragon to fly back and land on his shoulder.

Immediately afterwards, he continued his monster-hunting journey.

Following the "monster boss" Sphinx.

The "second-in-command" of the Beast Hell, the Cockathirus, was also approached by Storm.

The eldest brother was powerless to resist.

The second child was even less able to resist.

The chicken-snake beast soon fell at Storm's feet.

But to his disappointment...

The Sphinx also offers a Golden Trophy.

However, the Cockatoo only provided one Silver Trophy.

The two are not on the same level.

Storm then went to find the Scythe Mantis—which the jailers called "the third monster."

However, the third brother can only offer a silver trophy.

Among the guards in the Beast Hell, only the Sphinx can offer the Golden Trophy.

Storm immediately abandoned his idea of ​​continuing to search for other beasts to imprison.

The silver trophy provided by the chicken-snake beast and the sickle-mantis, plus the one from the previous group of human-faced lions.

Storm now has a total of eleven silver trophies!

He decided to first digest the ability boosts brought by these eleven silver trophies before hunting for other trophies.

Storm looked at the eleven silver trophies and put them into the [Six Styles] respectively.

[Iron Block/Paper Drawing/Shave/Storm Kick/Moon Walk/Finger Gun: ★★★★]

"Aside from [Swordsmanship] and [Spearmanship], all my attributes and abilities are now four stars!"

Storm looked at his ability list, his gaze lingering for a moment on the [Dominance] attribute.

"However, there's also [domineering aura]!"

Storm raised his right hand and opened and closed his fingers a few times.

I don't know if it's just my imagination.

When he was fighting the Lion-faced Men, Storm had intended to use them to forge the [Iron Block].

However, during the process of casting the [Iron Block], he vaguely sensed a different kind of effect.

Now, use the Silver Trophy to upgrade the [Iron Block] to "★★★★".

This special feeling became clearer and clearer.

"With a few more practices, I'll be able to get the hang of it!"

Storm looked at the [Iron Block], then at the [Domineering Aura].

"Will the four-star [Iron Block] become the 'key' to unlocking [Armament Haki]?"

Storm finished his tour of the Beast Hell and returned to the warden's office on the first floor above sea level.

He had barely sat down when he heard another urgent knocking on the door.

"Storm! Open the door!"

"Why is it always you? Hannibal?"

Storm manipulated the clay, opened the door, and looked speechlessly at Hannibal outside.

"Is the warden's job really that easy?"

Have you forgotten my previous teachings?

Hannibal, utterly unashamed, strode into his office with a smug look on his face.

"As long as you have a capable subordinate, you can delegate all the work to her!"

"My dominoes are very capable!"

Dominoes?

Storm recalled the blond, wavy-haired deputy warden.

No wonder he can't see dominoes all day!

It turns out he was being exploited by an unscrupulous boss!

Poor working class...

Hannibal walked briskly to Storm's desk.

He was about to say something when he suddenly noticed the dragon on the latter's shoulder.

"Hey! Storm, how come you have a dragon on you?"

Hannibal curiously leaned closer and stared intently at the little white dragon.

"This is a dragon you created with your abilities, isn't it?"

"Haha! Clay can't fly, so what's the use of this dragon's wings?"

What's the use?

Storm, seeing Hannibal so close at hand, felt a mischievous urge arise.

Suddenly, the little white dragon raised its broad wings and flapped them forward sharply.

There was a loud "snap".

Hannibal's face came into close contact with the white dragon's wings.

What is the use of the little white dragon's wings?

Of course, we should give the warden a good slap in the face, which is his favorite treat!

"Ouch! That hurts!"

Hannibal took a few steps back and rubbed his face vigorously.

"Strom! How could I have such an unruly subordinate as you—"

"Huh? Why does that sound so familiar?"

"Cough cough."

Storm coughed twice to steer the conversation back on track.

"Lord Hannibal, what brings you here today?"

"Yes! I have some important news to tell you."

Hannibal stood in front of the desk and spoke to Storm, who was sitting behind it.

"However, um, I just heard a rumor..."

"Storm, you defeated that sphinx from Beast Hell?"

How can you say "defeated"?

Storm frowned and corrected him seriously.

"I'm just managing the prison guards under my command."

"Yes, yes, management."

Hannibal nodded in agreement, but a complex emotion still flashed through his mind.

Inside Impel Down, Warden Magellan and Deputy Warden Shiryu wield immense power.

Magellan, in particular, possessed the Venom-Venom Fruit, which was enough to suppress any dissent.

But apart from the two directors.

The other prison guards were only of average skill level.

Take Hannibal Lecter, for example.

If you asked him to deal with some small-time pirates with bounties of tens of millions, he would definitely have no problem.

However, if Hannibal were to face pirates with bounties exceeding 100 million, things would be a bit risky.

To know.

Even pirates with bounties exceeding 100 million might not be a match for the Sphinx.

In other words.

Hannibal himself did not have the strength to deal with the Sphinx...

But the Sphinx was easily dealt with by Storm.

This new subordinate is far more capable than I expected...

Hannibal's heart stirred with excitement at this thought.

With Storm's help, I'll soon be promoted and get a raise, become the warden of Impel Down, and reach the pinnacle of my life, right?!

Overjoyed, Hannibal immediately recounted the good news he had brought.

"Storm! Thanks to my tireless efforts, you've been promoted!"

"Promotion? Another promotion?"

Storm suddenly remembered something, and his eyes lit up.

"Is it a jailer beast?"

"right!"

Hannibal proudly raised his chin.

"I order Magellan to hand over the management of the prisons on the first to fourth floors to you."

"That means you can now manage the jailer beasts!"

Hannibal's words were definitely embellished.

But Storm was still pleasantly surprised by the news he brought.

He never expected that Hannibal would actually help him gain control of the Jailer Beasts!

"Thanks, Hannibal."

"I really mean it," Storm said sincerely.

"What's the big deal!"

Hannibal's chin was practically touching the ceiling.

Just remember one thing.

"You are the man I approve of!"

"If you encounter any trouble in the future, just tell me! Don't go looking for Magellan again!"

"Okay, okay."

Storm readily accepted the good advice.

"I'll come to you if I ever run into trouble in the future."

"no problem!"

Hannibal patted his chest, boasting loudly.

"I'm going to be the warden of Impel Down!"

It was evening.

The news that "Storm easily defeated the Sphinx" has already spread throughout Impel Down.

Most people were surprised by this.

However, a very small number of people did approach Storm.

Dinner time, the prison canteen.

The jailers of Impel Down gathered together.

Aside from young Sadie, who was still recovering from her injuries.

Almost all the prison staff came here.

Storm even spotted Shiryu of the Rain, whom he hadn't seen in a long time, in the crowd.

however.

Just as Strom looked at Shiliu.

The great swordsman seemed to have noticed his gaze as well.

Shiliu strode over.

The prison guards around them unanimously made way for the deputy wardens.

Even someone as oblivious as Hannibal sensed that something was wrong with Shiryu.

"Shiryu! You—"

"Get out of my way, Hannibal!"

"Okay!"

Without a word, Hannibal took a few steps back, letting Storm shield him.

Storm glanced sideways at Hannibal.

Warden, didn't we agree to come to you if we got into trouble?

What are you doing?

"You're the newcomer everyone's been talking about?"

Shiryu, a cigar dangling from his lips, rested his right hand on the hilt of the famous sword "Thunderstorm," his sharp eyes peeking out from beneath the brim of his black hat.

"She looks...so weak!"

The moment the words left his mouth, Shiryu of the Rain suddenly drew his sword.

Storm's eyes narrowed slightly, and the little white dragon on his shoulder launched itself forward, heading straight for Shiryu of the Rain.

laugh--

Shiliu's [Thunderstorm] struck Storm with lightning speed, the blood-red blade easily slicing through the latter's body.

boom!

Storm's little white dragon also collided with Shiryu of the Rain's head, knocking off the black military cap on his head.

"Such a fast sword."

Storm's body split into two halves, with white clay gushing out from the gap, clearly unharmed.

"How scary!"

(End of this chapter)