Who told him to become the Pirate King!

Chapter 19 This is my plan to go to jail! (Please read on!)

"Send Storm to the coldest hell!"

Magellan, after all, was the warden of Impel Down, and his reaction speed was the fastest among them.

"We absolutely cannot allow him to clash head-on with Shiryu again!"

however.

No matter how fast the director speaks.

It couldn't outpace the anger rising in the deputy director's mind.

"Cola on the road! (You bastard!)"

Accompanied by a clearly drafty roar.

Shiryu, his cheeks bruised and swollen, got up from the messy ground.

He had just returned from his "vacation" in the freezing hell and hadn't even had time to retrieve his weapon before being taken directly to the chief's office.

Even without the famous sword "Thunderstorm" in hand.

Shiryu remains a highly skilled swordsman.

Bare-handed, he charged toward Storm, his right fist, raised high, gleaming with a dark, heavy luster.

Armament Haki!

"Go to hell, you brat!"

Enraged, Shiliu unleashed unimaginable speed, arriving before Storm as swiftly as lightning.

Even Magellan was somewhat taken aback.

However, Storm, who had been on guard against the opponent's counterattack, clearly detected Shiryu's attack route.

He swung his right fist at Shiryu, white clay coating the surface of his fist, which was then wrapped with powerful Armament Haki.

Armed Giant Fist!

boom!

The two Armament-hungry iron fists, one large and one small, collided heavily.

A thunderous explosion suddenly rang out in the director's office.

Centered on the point where Storm and Shiliu's fists collided, a surging shockwave erupted, impacting everything around them.

It was as if a violent hurricane had swept through the room, with all sorts of debris flying everywhere and crashing into the walls.

The crackling noises were incessant.

"So strong!"

"Both of them are incredibly strong!"

"Ah—my director's office!"

Sadie, Domino, and Hannibal, the three bystanders, were forced to retreat to the sidelines, trying to stay as far away from the heart of the battle as possible.

But Magellan would not have such concerns.

"You two—"

A few drops of deep purple venom dripped from Magellan's forehead, and the next second his entire body was covered in a terrifying poison.

As the warden of Impel Down.

Magellan's strength, as displayed in the prison, was in no way inferior to that of a Marine Admiral!

"Poison Dragon!"

In the blink of an eye.

Magellan then unleashed an enormous, deep purple venomous dragon.

A terrifying venomous dragon, emitting a pungent, poisonous fumes, opened its gaping maw and instantly swallowed the two people who were locked in a stalemate.

The last time was in the prison canteen.

The poisonous dragons released by Magellan only served as a deterrent.

But this time in the office, he unleashed the terrifying power of the [Venom-Venom Fruit].

When the dragon's venom spills onto the floor.

The two people who had just been bitten by the poisonous dragon were then revealed.

Shiryu was covered in venom, kneeling on one knee with a bluish-purple face, clearly severely poisoned.

In contrast, Storm.

The white clay transformed into a set of humanoid armor, protecting him from all angles without any blind spots.

Once the dragon's venom dissipates, the pitted clay armor will also disappear.

Storm appeared before everyone unharmed.

"Hannibal!"

Magellan stared at Storm for a while, then suddenly called out the warden's name.

"Send Storm to the coldest hell!"

The director repeated what he had said before, adding some more details.

Three days of confinement!

"No one is allowed to visit him without my order!"

Hannibal carefully avoided the venom on the floor, walked over to Storm, and tugged at his sleeve.

Storm readily agreed and left the commissioner's office with Hannibal.

The two walked together through the scorching corridors of hell.

Once he was completely away from the chief of staff's office, Hannibal finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Storm, you... sigh..."

Hannibal shook his head and said with concern.

"I told you long ago, don't mess with Shiryu, that guy's a madman!"

"I didn't provoke that guy, remember? He provoked me first!"

Storm reminded him.

"Back in the cafeteria, it was Shiryu who attacked people with a knife first."

"If I get stabbed, I can't just do nothing, can I?"

The last encounter in the cafeteria.

If it weren't for the special abilities of the Clay-Clay Fruit.

Strom might actually get seriously injured by that guy Shiryu.

How could such a deep-seated hatred not be avenged?

The only thing Storm regrets now.

His punch wasn't strong enough! He didn't manage to take Shiryu down in one go!

If that "workplace face-breaking punch" was powerful enough.

Storm will then be able to meet the Deputy Warden of Impel Down and win the Grand Prix!

what a pity!

Hannibal was unaware of the disappointment in Storm's heart.

But he couldn't help but glance at Storm with his eyes.

"Yes, Shiryu did strike first, but did he get anything out of you?"

If Hannibal remembers correctly.

In both battles between Storm and Shiryu, Shiryu was more seriously injured each time.

As for Storm?

Has this guy's clothes ever gotten dirty?

Even if it's dirty, it's probably because it's stained with Shiryu's blood, right?

Hannibal shook his head inwardly, choosing to skip over the topic of Shiliu.

Although he was very worried that Shiliu would retaliate against Storm.

However, judging from the strength that Storm just displayed...

The other party may not need his concern.

"Magellan is really angry this time."

Hannibal then brought up the topic of the extreme cold of hell.

"The fifth floor is really no place for a human to stay."

"Once Magellan calms down, I'll try to see if I can help you change floors."

"There's absolutely no need for that."

Storm immediately called a halt.

He appreciated Hannibal's kindness.

But he really wanted to go to the freezing hell!

Just now, Storm publicly beat Shiliu in the Director's office.

The main purpose was to vent anger.

The secondary objective was to go to the extremely cold hell!

Since Shiryu could receive imprisonment in the coldest hell by beating up his fellow prisoners.

There's no reason why Storm shouldn't be good enough!

Storm now needs a large number of Gold Trophys to continue improving his abilities.

The extreme cold hell is full of criminals with bounties exceeding 100 million.

Storm has long wanted to hunt for the trophy in the frigid hell!

He beat Shiliu in public.

This is Storm's plan to get him into prison!

Hannibal was completely unaware of this.

He thought that Storm was preventing him from acting because he was worried that he would lose face with Magellan.

"Storm!"

Hannibal was first moved to tears, then quickly rallied his spirits.

"Don't worry! I'll definitely help you change floors!"

Hannibal.

Storm was very touched, but then declined the offer again.

"You don't want Shiryu to know that you tried to interfere with the chief's orders, do you?"

"Shiryu?"

Hannibal suddenly began to stammer.

A person's name, a tree's shadow.

Hannibal never cared about revealing his ambitions to Magellan.

Because he knew Magellan was actually a good person.

But Shiryu?

That bastard would actually use a knife to cut people!

"I'm sorry, Storm."

Hannibal's mental state suddenly became depressed.

"I'm so useless..."

Storm felt a little apologetic.

But for the sake of the "Tournament Hunting Project," he had no choice but to make Hannibal suffer a little longer.

But before he could even offer any words of comfort...

Hannibal suddenly became "energized" again for no apparent reason.

"One day, I will become the warden of Impel Down!"

Storm patted Hannibal on the shoulder.

"……come on."

Since the decision has been made to handle this matter officially.

Hannibal and Storm went directly to the first floor above sea level, to the warden's office.

"Although I feel it's completely unnecessary, I'll leave the weapons here anyway."

Hannibal pointed to the Iron Ore Saber at Storm's waist and couldn't help but make a comment.

"Come to think of it, I've never seen you use a knife before. Why do you carry it with you?"

"Because he's handsome!"

"Um?"

"Ahem, actually I used to use a knife in my younger days too."

"In my early years..."

Hannibal touched his forehead speechlessly.

"How old are you this year? Sigh, why am I even bringing this up?"

Storm took out the [Iron Ore Saber] and the [Seastone Baton] together and placed them on the special shelf.

Just then, the Den Den Mushi next to me suddenly rang.

Brubru—

It's not the Telephone Bug from Impel Down.

It was Storm's private Den Den Mushi.

Storm glanced at Hannibal and casually answered the Den Den Mushi.

"Ah la la—"

Before the person on the other end of the Den Den Mushi could finish speaking, Storm replied succinctly.

"Go to jail immediately, do not disturb."

pat!

After saying that, Storm hung up the Den Den Mushi.

Hannibal looked over curiously.

Who is it?

"Who cares who he is, it's not Magellan."

Storm put away his private Den Den Mushi and pushed Hannibal out of his office.

Let's go to the freezing cold hell together!

"I heard from the guards that you can walk through the freezing hell bare-handed without protective gear?"

"Huh? Haha!"

Hannibal let out a dry laugh.

"After all, I'm the man destined to become the warden of Impel Down..."

On the other end of the Den Den Mushi (a type of electric scooter).

Paradise, on a calm and peaceful sea.

Aokiji rode a bicycle, listening blankly to the dial tone coming from the receiver.

What did he just hear?

"Oh dear, it must be because I slept for too long and my brain is a little foggy."

Aokiji scratched his messy, frizzy hair.

"You must have dialed the wrong number."

Bubu!

Aokiji's private Den Den Mushi then emitted a peculiar sound.

That head-shaking and swaying motion was only conveying one meaning—

The number is correct!

"How could that be?"

Unconvinced, Aokiji dialed the phone again.

But this time, all he heard was a dial tone.

The Den Den Mushi in Storm is no longer working!

"I remember Storm went to Impel Down to be a jailer, right?"

The pheasant and the Den Den Mushi stared at each other, their shrill dial tone carrying far across the sea.

"Who put him in jail!"

(End of this chapter)