Who told him to become the Pirate King!

Chapter 32 I'll borrow your fruit! (Please read on! Please vote!)

A fierce battle broke out again between the chief jailer and the deputy warden.

The news seemed to have wings, spreading rapidly throughout Impel Down.

The fourth level, the scorching hell, the director's office, the toilet.

"What?! Storm and Shiryu are fighting again?!"

Magellan, who was in the process of detoxifying, felt a sudden tightness in his anus upon hearing the report from his subordinates.

"Why this time? Why does that bastard Shiryu keep provoking Storm for no reason?!"

"Reporting to the Director."

The jailer standing outside the toilet shouted.

"According to the information from the monitoring room, this time it was... the warden who attacked the deputy warden."

"That overactive bastard Storm!"

With a roar, Magellan emerged from the toilet, his belt tucked in.

His face was flushed with a deep purple hue, clearly indicating that he hadn't completely eliminated toxins.

"I must lock him up in the coldest hell!"

"No! I'll lock him in endless hell!!"

Ordinary prison guards wouldn't dare to interrupt the enraged warden.

Just then, a figure suddenly pushed open the door to the director's office and rushed in from outside.

"Magellan!!"

A panicked Hannibal rushed to Magellan's side.

He was about to say something when he saw the purple poison gas on Magellan's face and immediately took several steps back.

"Hey, that bastard Shiryu is fighting with Storm again!"

While reporting the news, Hannibal applied eye drops to Shiliu's eyes.

"It must be because Storm didn't hit hard enough last time!"

"Magellan, look at Shiryu, that guy always makes mistakes. You should lock him up in the Infinite Hell!"

"Then, let me take the position of deputy director! Finally, you give me the director's position—"

Boom!

Magellan raised his fist, the size of a sandbag, and slammed it hard into Hannibal's head.

The latter immediately crouched down to defend himself, covering his head.

"Ouch! That hurts!"

"What kind of time is this to be joking around!"

Magellan casually picked up Hannibal and ran out of the chief's office with him.

"Get those two under control right now! That's the key!"

Magellan and Hannibal left the chief's office on the fourth floor and boarded the mobile elevator heading to the Crimson Hell.

Just then.

A figure emerged from the shadows outside the director's office door.

Storm, seeing the warden and chief guard already far away, immediately moved toward the monitoring room on the fourth floor.

The person who just clashed with Shiryu in Crimson Hell.

It's actually just Storm's "clay clone".

The real Storm has already stepped into the monitoring room.

The guards in the monitoring room saw Storm enter the room and instinctively raised their hands in salute.

"Chief Jailer!"

"Chief jailer—???"

The next moment, everyone immediately realized that something was wrong.

On the surveillance footage from Crimson Hell, "Stom" was still fighting with Shiryu.

At this moment, someone enters the monitoring room...

Who could it be?

I'm sorry.

Storm raised his right hand and released streams of clay, instantly knocking all the monitoring personnel unconscious.

Several grand prize trophies then appeared before his eyes.

That's even lower than the Bronze Cup—

[Iron Trophy: Jailer]

【Tournament Star Rating: ★】

"However, even an ordinary prison guard who can achieve a star rating can be considered elite..."

Storm ignored the pop-up "Iron Trophy" and moved back outside the monitoring room.

He moved with lightning speed, appearing as if he were teleporting to the elevator.

Storm acted too quickly.

After he knocked out all the prison guards in the monitoring room and arrived at the elevator entrance,

Magellan, Hannibal, and others barely reached the first level of the Crimson Lotus Hell.

Storm saw the elevator finally stop on the first floor, and he once again used his Clay-Clay Fruit ability.

A large amount of clay flowed into the elevator shaft through the cracks, completely blocking the elevator system.

In this way.

Those who wish to reach the Infinite Hell from the Crimson Lotus Hell must slowly climb the stairs.

After doing all this.

Storm assimilated the ground beneath his feet into clay and submerged himself within it.

In no time at all.

Storm then traveled from the scorching hell on the fourth floor to the new ladyboy paradise on the fifth floor.

In the new transvestite paradise, there is a special Den Den Mushi that looks exactly like the surveillance Den Den Mushi from Impel Down.

Ivankov and the other transvestites relied on this Den Den Mushi (snail communication device) to learn about the movements of people in Impel Down.

As early as when "Strom" threw a punch at Shiliu.

Ivankov and the others noticed the commotion and gathered around the monitor screen.

Just as Storm arrived at the new ladyboy park.

Ivankov and the other transvestites were still enjoying the content on the surveillance footage.

"Left hook! Right hook!"

"Yes! That's the feeling! Yes! Hit him!"

"That bastard Shiryu of the Rain! He deserves to be beaten!"

Amidst the cacophony of voices.

Ivankov, the transvestite king, looked around and saw the unannounced guest.

"Vongola Storm!? Weren't you fighting that bastard Shiryu of the Rain up there?"

When the transvestite king Ivankov saw Strom suddenly appear, he was startled.

Before Storm could answer the question, Ivankov quickly realized what was happening and said incredulously.

"Could the 'you' above be a fake?!"

Storm had no intention of explaining to Ivankov.

"My operation is about to begin, Okama King, it's time for you to prove yourself!"

Before Ivankov could respond, Storm took out his personal Den Den Mushi and dialed a number.

Blue—Blue—

The Den Den Mushi in Ivankov's arms rang.

"Keep in touch!"

After saying this, the ground beneath Storm's feet softened back into clay, and his figure vanished into the earth.

Having gone through this incident.

The once bustling ladyboy amusement park suddenly fell silent.

"My Lady Queen."

"What should we do?"

"Should we listen to that guy?"

Lightning, now fully recovered from his serious injuries, shook his head at Ivankov.

His meaning was simple—Vongola Storm is not trustworthy.

"We have no other choice."

Ivankov shook his head, took out the Den Den Mushi from his pocket, and connected the call directly.

"Vongola, what do you want me to do?"

"You, go to the grand staircase of the extreme cold hell and stop everyone who wants to come down."

Storm's calm voice came through the Den Den Mushi.

"Ivankov, this is your mission."

"If you want to distribute this task among the other transvestites in the new transvestite paradise, I welcome them to descend into the Infinite Hell!"

"Infinite Hell?"

Ivankov looked at the monitoring Den Den Mushi (snail phone), waved his hand, and signaled his men to switch the monitor screen.

"You've already reached the sixth floor?"

The sixth level, the infinite hell.

Storm fell from the ceiling to an open space, and looked up at a surveillance Den Den Mushi in the corner.

His sharp gaze seemed to pierce through the monitoring Den Den Mushi and go straight to the new transvestite paradise on the fifth floor.

"King of the Ivankov, you're looking at me right now, aren't you?"

Ivankov's heart skipped a beat. He waved to his men again, signaling them to switch the camera back.

"Ah, this! Haha!"

Ivankov chuckled.

"Magellan has reached the Crimson Hell; you'd better watch out!"

Infinite Hell.

Storm stopped talking to the Okama King and put the Den Den Mushi on his shoulder, using it as a makeshift walkie-talkie.

And at this time.

The prisoners in the infinite hell also saw this unconventional "newcomer".

"A jailer's uniform? Ha! When did new people arrive in Impel Down?"

"This newcomer is quite handsome!"

"Come in here quickly, let me take a good look at your ass!"

In an instant, foul language came from all directions.

Storm remained calm as he unleashed the power of the Clay-Clay Fruit without hesitation.

The land of Infinite Hell was assimilated by the power of his Devil Fruit, forming a huge area of ​​clay.

A lifelike, giant dragon head emerges from the clay, its gaping maw spewing out clumps of clay.

Clay Dragon Bullet!

The prisoners in the Infinite Hell are all ruthless characters who once stirred up trouble on the open sea; they have excellent eyesight and knowledge.

They all saw Storm unleash his power and recognized its effects.

"Mud? Clay? Hahaha!"

"Are you trying to drown me in mud, brat!"

"This ability is far weaker than Magellan's [Venom-Venom Fruit], that diarrhea bastard!"

The prisoners' laughter had not yet subsided.

The clay pellets ejected by the clay dragon projectile had already entered the cell where they were located.

next moment.

Wailing cries echoed throughout the endless hell.

"Ouch! Ouch!"

"Why is this clay hard?!"

"Wait! This isn't ordinary clay! This is—"

The prisoners hadn't even finished speaking.

The clay cannonball fired into the cell suddenly collapsed inward and then exploded with a "boom".

Boom! Boom! Boom! —

A series of explosions and roars suddenly resounded within the Infinite Hell.

Every clay pellet that Storm just launched was actually a "ceramic clay" that could be compressed and exploded!

The power unleashed by these ceramic bombs is no less than that of ordinary gunpowder weapons.

Amidst the deafening roar.

Storm walked straight to the front of a prison cell.

Inside the cell was a burly woman with a terrifying appearance.

"The most ferocious female pirate in history, Crescent Moon Hunter, Catarina Devon?"

"Muru hoho..."

Inside the cell, Katerina Depon let out a soft laugh, her expression showing no sign of panic.

"I am Katerina Depon!"

"Warden, what do you want with me?"

"I just wanted to..."

Storm raised his right hand and unleashed the power of the Clay-Clay Fruit.

Strands of white clay, like venomous snakes, surged into the cell, coiling and biting at Katrina Depon.

"May I borrow your [Mythical Zoan Type: Nine-Tailed Fox Fruit]?"

(End of this chapter)