Year 1520 of the Sea Circle Calendar, Impel Down, Level 6 — Eternal Hell!
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully reconstructing the body. Current body status: Super Monster [Comparable to Kaido]"
"So this is what it feels like to have a body again?"
"And this body... what terrifying strength! This surging power... is this purely physical strength?"
"Comparable to Kaido!"
In the darkness, a ghostly voice echoed, laced with an undeniable excitent.
If anyone were present, they would see a strikingly handso and wicked-looking youth, around sixteen or seventeen years old.
Elior had arrived in this world just over an hour ago.
This was the world of One Piece, and he had landed in Level 6 of Impel Down — Eternal Hell, the prison where the most dangerous criminals in the world were locked away.
At first, he existed in a soul state, but with the help of his system, he rebuilt his physical body.
System: The Super God Sign-In System.
The system's function was simple — Elior could sign in at any location to receive corresponding rewards. The more unique the location, the more valuable the reward.
"System, this is Level 6 of Impel Down, right? Is this a special sign-in location?"
"Yes, host"
"Then... sign in!"
Elior's blood boiled with excitent. This was the One Piece world — a place ruled by the law of the jungle, where the strong reigned supre.
Power was everything!
"Sign-in successful. Rewards:
Ice Teigu — Demon's Extract [Max Level] (Aka ga Kill)
Haki (all three types) [Advanced Level]
Rokushiki [Max Level]"
"The first sign-in... and I already got the terrifying Demon's Extract? That ans I can use abilities like freezing anything and ice generation and manipulation. Plus, advanced Haki and perfect mastery of the Rokushiki!"
"The imnse power within feels like a prehistoric flood ready to burst out!"
"Well then... ti to cause so chaos!"
"Since this is Impel Down, an escape is inevitable. With my current strength, breaking out shouldn't be an issue, right?"
Elior's gaze sharpened as he looked ahead. He stood in the shadows, but a faint light glead in the distance.
Without hesitation, he stepped forward.
"Fire Fist Ace?"
When Elior reached a cell, he saw a man slumped in despair — Portgas D. Ace.
Familiar with the original story, Elior imdiately understood the tiline.
In the sa cell sat another figure.
The Knight of the Sea, Jinbe!
One of the Shichibukai, Jinbe had refused to fight in the upcoming Summit War out of loyalty to Whitebeard, the man he admired most and the protector of Fish-Man Island.
Elior realized this was right before the Summit War — the battle that would shake the entire world!
"Who are you?" Jinbe asked, lifting his head at the sound of footsteps. Ace, too, looked up, eyes narrowing at the sight of Elior.
A boy, dressed in clean clothes, untouched by the filth and decay of Impel Down — an anomaly in this hell.
"Who am I?"
"I'm the one who will make the world tremble."
Elior left them with a cryptic smile before walking away, paying no more attention to Ace or Jinbe.
As he passed more cells, the criminals of Level 6 noticed him, and the once oppressive silence erupted into chaos.
"Oi, where'd this brat co from?"
"Look at that smooth skin... I haven't tasted fresh at in years!"
"I've been starving for over a month!"
"Hey, kid, are you an intruder? Open my cell! If you let out, I'll let you join my crew!"
"Let out, and I'll give you ten million berries!"
"I'll give you a hundred million!"
"Oi, brat, didn't you hear ?!"
The criminals, each with bounties starting at a hundred million berries, stared at Elior with bloodthirsty eyes, their murderous intent palpable.
A normal person would have collapsed from fear.
But Elior? He just sneered.
Without a word, he unleashed a chilling wave of ice.
In an instant, the cells on either side of him froze solid — prisoners turned to lifeless ice sculptures, their fates sealed.
This was Demon's Extract at full power — ice even more brutal than Aokiji's.
The criminals' fates were sealed. Only the strongest might barely survive.
The once-deafening Level 6 fell silent, the remaining prisoners paralyzed with fear.
Except for one.
"Ice powers...?"
"Did Aokiji die? Brat, who are you?"
A voice, deep and fearless, echoed from another cell.
Elior turned toward the sound, eyes widening.
Inside, sitting cross-legged with arms folded, was a massive, muscular man.
"The Demon Heir... Douglas Bullet?"
The monster who once challenged Roger's crew — a man known as the strongest of his era.
The stage was set, and the world was about to change.
And Elior stood at the center of the storm.
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