Sailing: I Open Treasure Chests in the Pirate World

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 Ian easily dealt with the Sphinx.

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

Hannibal's heart stirred with excitement at this thought.

With Ian'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.

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

"Promotion? Another promotion?"

Ian suddenly remembered something, and his eyes lit up.

"Is it a jailer beast?"

"Correct!"

Hannibal proudly raised his chin.

"I order Magellan to hand over the management of the prisons on floors one through four to you."

"In other words, you can now manage the jailer beasts!"

Hannibal's words were definitely embellished.

But Ian 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."

Ian said sincerely.

"What's this!"

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!"

"Good good."

Ian 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!"

at dusk.

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

Most people were surprised by this.

However, a very small number of people sought out Ian for this reason.

Dinner time, the prison canteen.

The jailers of Impel Down gathered together.

Aside from Little Sadie, who was still recovering from her injury.

Almost all the prison staff came here.

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

however.

Just as Ian 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 Ian shield him.

Ian 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.

"He looks...so weak!"

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

Ian'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 Ian with lightning speed, the blood-red blade easily slicing through the latter's body.

boom!

Ian's little white dragon also bumped into Shiryu of the Rain's head, knocking off the black military cap on Shiryu's head.

"What a fast sword."

Ian's body was split in two, with white clay gushing out from the gap, clearly unharmed.

"How scary!"

"Nani!?"

Shiliu looked at Ian, who remained calm despite being cut in half, and couldn't help but exclaim in shock.

"You're a Logia-type Devil Fruit user?!"

Before today.

Shiliu had no interest in paying attention to Ian, the new warden who had volunteered to come to Impel Down.

So he had no idea that Ian was a user of the Clay-Clay Fruit.

At that moment, Shiryu suddenly saw Ian's special ability to "body clayification".

They even mistakenly believed that the other party had eaten a very rare Logia-type Devil Fruit.

Something like "Mud Mud Fruit"...

Koshiliu was shocked.

This did not affect Ian's subsequent actions.

His body was nearly cleaved in two by the thunderstorm, and white clay poured out from the gap, covering his body.

With the continuous filling of clay.

In the blink of an eye, Ian's size swelled to be almost the same as Shiryu's.

The two were already very close to each other.

Ian's increased size further shortened the distance between the two.

【shave】!

Ian's figure vanished from his spot and appeared directly in front of Shiryu.

His right fist, strengthened and expanded by the Clay Fruit, swung forward with astonishing force.

Caught off guard, Shiryu was struck hard in the abdomen by Ian's clay fist.

Abdominal punch!

boom!

A deep, muffled sound was heard.

Shiryu of the Rain, who had just been so arrogant, was instantly sent flying more than ten meters away by Ian.

"asshole!"

Shiryu, who was flying backwards in mid-air, managed to regain his balance in time and landed back on the ground with a nimble flip.

He glared fiercely at Ian and raised the famous sword [Thunderstorm] in his hand once more.

Chapter 25 The warden is so strong! He actually managed to overpower the deputy warden!

Logia-type Devil Fruit users are not invincible.

At least Shiryu has enough means to deal with Logia-type Devil Fruit users.

Overbearing aura is the enemy of all those with special abilities!

But just as Shiryu raised the Thunderstorm in his hand...

A sensation completely different from usual washed over him.

Shiryu immediately looked at the [Thunderstorm] in his hand.

He suddenly noticed that the blood-red blade of [Thunderstorm] was somehow wrapped with several clumps of white clay.

White clay appears to have the ability to reproduce asexually.

A short moment.

The volume of the white clay expanded to several times its original size.

The magnificent and alluring sword, "Thunderstorm," is now encased in a special "scabbard" made of white clay.

It turned into a ridiculously funny white fire poker!

Shiryu completely lost his touch.

Ian has a fairly rich combat experience.

He is very clear.

Regardless of a swordsman's level, their strength primarily lies in their weapon.

If you can lock down a swordsman's famous sword, his strength will plummet.

Surely there aren't bizarre creatures like "swordless greatsword masters" on the high seas?

Just as Shiryu drew his sword to strike someone.