Sailing: I Open Treasure Chests in the Pirate World

It is rumored.

All the jailer beasts in Impel Down are awakened users of Zoan-type Devil Fruits.

To be precise, they are "failures to awaken"!

Despite the fact that the Jailer Beast looks comical and harmless.

But in reality, they are all cold-blooded and ruthless creatures.

The failure to awaken Zoan-type Devil Fruits caused all of these losers to lose their original humanity.

Within the entire Impel Down area.

If Magellan stands alone at the very top of the pyramid of power...

Therefore, the strength of these jailer beasts is at least in the second tier!

Ian was very interested in the Jailer Beast.

After all, even the blue gorilla has a star rating of "★★★".

So how high will the star rating of the Jailer Beast be?

Four stars? Five stars?

Even six stars?

"Lord Hannibal!"

Ian pressed on with great interest.

"I don't mind taking the risk. Can I take care of those jailer beasts for Little Sadie?"

"You're interested in my jailer beast?"

Hannibal slapped his forehead.

"That's right, you're an ability user too."

"However, the transfer of positions within the city... requires that bastard Magellan to arrange it personally."

"You've only just arrived in Impel Down, so you should familiarize yourself with the surroundings first!"

Ian nodded regretfully.

After the little incident involving Little Sadie and the blue gorilla ended.

Ian continued his tour of Impel Down with Hannibal.

However, their tour was limited to the first floor above sea level.

Ian was unable to penetrate the Crimson Hell below, or even the other deeper hells.

The most distinctive feature of Impel Down is its pirates.

Ian was not able to meet today.

He originally wanted to try out the feel of the pirates...

Just as the tour was about to end.

Hannibal called out to Ian and shared his work experience with him.

"The work in Impel Down is quite easy."

Hannibal gave his earnest instructions.

"If there is a problem, the subordinates can solve 90 percent of the trouble, and Magellan can handle the remaining 10 percent."

"You are about to become the chief jailer of the Crimson Lotus Hell, and the blue gorilla will be your subordinate."

"With their help, no prisoner in the Red Lotus Hell will dare to provoke you."

"Now I need to remind you of a few other points to note."

At this point, Hannibal paused, a rare serious expression appearing on his face.

"First of all, don't provoke the Jailer Beasts. Even if you are very interested in them, they are no longer human!"

"Secondly, do not rashly venture into the lower levels of hell. The prisoners held in each level of the prison are of different strengths."

"And then, whatever you do, don't get close to Shiryu of the Rain! That guy... is a cold-blooded being even more ruthless than the monsters of Infinite Hell."

"Finally, and most importantly!"

Hannibal finished speaking by taking a deep breath and speaking solemnly.

"Ian Adrian!"

"You are the man I approve of!"

"Absolutely, absolutely, absolutely do not let that Venom bastard Magellan win you over!"

Chapter 16: Everyone in Impel Down is talented and speaks very well!

The New Year's banquet is held at night.

The employees of the Propulsion City gathered together.

From Warden Magellan to ordinary prison guards, everyone gathered together to enjoy a feast.

The protagonist of this welcoming banquet is, of course, the soon-to-be-appointed head of the Crimson Lotus Hell!

After a brief introduction.

Ian has begun to integrate into the Impel Down workforce.

“Ian, advancing into the city is still quite a difficult task.”

Magellan, as the director, raised his glass to his new colleague.

"Welcome!"

Magellan's initial impression of Ian was quite good.

Because he knew that the other party had voluntarily applied to work in Impel Down!

What a wonderful young man!

He is many times stronger than the likes of Hannibal.

However, before Magellan could even drink the wine in his hand...

Hannibal stood up abruptly, pointed at the warden, and launched into a tirade.

"Magellan! Don't sit here! Go to the table over there!"

"what?"

Magellan, holding his glass, looked at Hannibal with a bewildered expression.

"This is a banquet! A banquet!"

"How could you let the chief sit at another table!"

"Then you'd better step down from your position as director as soon as possible!"

Hannibal "accidentally" exposed his ambition again.

I misspoke, I meant—

"Get away from me right now!"

"Hannibal, you've gone too far."

Magellan closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.

"How could I have such a heartless subordinate like you..."

Wisps of pale purple smoke billowed from Magellan's mouth, instantly spreading outwards.

Ian only felt someone grab his arm and forcibly drag him away from the vicinity of the dining table.

He turned his head and saw that the person who had grabbed him was a blonde woman with long, wavy hair.

Domino, the current deputy warden of Impel Down.

"The Director is a user of the [Venom-Venom Fruit], and is a poison person."

Domino noticed Ian's gaze and whispered a reminder.

"Be sure to take safety precautions when interacting with him."

"Even the gas exhaled by the director is genuine poison gas."

Just as Domino was reminding Ian.

Hannibal, who was standing nearby, also quickly covered his mouth and nose to avoid inhaling the poison gas.

Magellan! You've poisoned us again!

"Hahaha!"

Magellan didn't care at all; he pointed at Hannibal and laughed.

“You’re right!

"Serves you right! You idiot subordinate!"

Several veins bulged on Hannibal's forehead, making him look even more terrifying.

"You bastard! You're despicable!"

Ian watched with great interest the intense "workplace battle" between Magellan and Hannibal.

A sham workplace war: strategizing and planning before acting.

Real-life workplace warfare: Poisoning someone in person! Breaking a comrade's leg for a promotion!

At that moment, a famous quote in Ian's mind seemed to materialize—

(In Propulsion City) Everyone there is talented, and they all speak so well!

Just then, a cold voice came from the side.

"A boring farce."

Shiliu stood up, turned and left without a second thought, ignoring everyone else present.

Magellan and Hannibal, who were still bickering, stopped when they saw Shiliu leave.

"Shiliu!"

Magellan's expression immediately turned serious.

"where are you going?"

Shiryu stopped walking, but did not turn around.

"Go downstairs and stretch your legs."

"Do not harm—"

Magellan was about to say something.

He was immediately interrupted by Shiryu.

"Magellan!"

Shiryu turned around, raised his hand to rest on the hilt of the famous sword "Thunderstorm" at his waist, and looked at Magellan with a cold expression.

"I am the deputy warden of Impel Down!"

"My actions do not require your orders."

Magellan and Shiryu's eyes met, and it seemed as if arcs of electricity exploded in the void.

Even Hannibal, who was usually playful, kept his mouth shut for a moment, afraid of making the slightest noise.

Magellan stared at Shiliu, but in the end he did nothing.

Shiryu is gone.

Magellan sat dejectedly in his seat.

"I'm sorry, Ian."