Deep within Impel Down, in Level Six—the Eternal Hell—
As Defying the Heavens tore open the barrier of Level 5.5, the massive disturbance drew the attention of countless prisoners, even those who had not made a sound before.
Standing in midair, Defying the Heavens glanced at a few prisoners nearby who had spoken, slowly raising the weapon Eternal Night in his hand.
"Silence."
With a cold rebuke, the blade erupted with a brilliant dark green glow, like a light drawn from the depths of hell itself.
He casually swung his blade.
Endless dark green radiance surged forth, like the gates of the underworld opening wide, carrying an aura of absolute death.
"Rumble—!"
The dark slash swept forward.
In the span of several hundred ters ahead of him—
Everything was completely erased!
Including the prisoners who had spoken, at least dozens of infamous pirates and criminals, all perished under that single, effortless strike.
With their abilities sealed by Seastone, they were no different from ordinary people.
Under that blade—
Not even flesh remained.
Although Defying the Heavens was far from his peak strength, and the attack had been nothing more than a casual strike—
It still carried power capable of shattering even Seastone itself.
"That brat…!"
"How… how dare he?!"
"Who exactly is he? From Impel Down? The Marines? The World Governnt?"
"That power… it's even more terrifying than Magellan's!"
The sudden massacre sent shockwaves through the entire Eternal Hell.
Not a single prisoner could remain calm.
Among those slain were many whose strength rivaled or even surpassed their own.
If that slash had been aid at them—
Would they not have suffered the sa fate?
As they looked at Defying the Heavens again, their expressions turned unnatural—
As if they were staring at a god of slaughter.
Fear gripped their hearts.
"Clang… clang…"
His gaze shifted.
After erasing dozens of prisoners, Defying the Heavens lifted Eternal Night once more. Dark green energy gathered, its terrifying sharpness filling the darkness.
"Kid! Stop!"
"Hey! You over there—stop!"
"What's the point of killing us? You don't look like you're from Impel Down! Don't you need help escaping?"
"Release , and I'll serve you!"
"That's right! Let out! I'm the White Whale King—keeping alive is far more valuable than killing !"
In an instant—
Panic spread among the prisoners nearby and even those further away.
This man clearly intended to send them down the sa path as the ones just slaughtered!
Faced with death—
Even these notorious pirates and criminals could not suppress their fear.
"Just a pack of parasites…"
"Beco the foundation upon which I build my legend!"
With a cold snort, Defying the Heavens swung his arm.
A violent storm erupted, and endless blade energy surged.
The dark green light tore through the sky, splitting the ground and ripping everything apart before him.
One by one—
Powerful pirates and criminals saw the green glow reflected in their pupils grow brighter and brighter…
Until they were completely swallowed by the darkness.
As wave after wave of darkness swept through, the entire Eternal Hell teetered on the brink of collapse.
—
anwhile—
In the ruins of Level Three's monitoring room—
Blood and severed limbs were scattered everywhere, broken walls mixed with shattered equipnt.
A prison guard, his uniform torn beyond recognition, struggled to crawl across the wreckage.
A long trail of blood marked his path.
As he dragged himself forward, fresh blood continued to seep from his wounds, spreading along the ground.
His right eye had completely burst, leaving a horrifying cavity.
His left eye was filled with blood and injuries, his vision blurred beyond clarity.
After crawling a few ters, his trembling hand finally grasped a Den Den Mushi.
Bringing it weakly to his mouth, he spoke:
"Warden…"
"Impel Down…"
Before he could finish—
His head slumped to the side.
He died.
—
On the plaza of Impel Down—
Magellan held the Den Den Mushi.
The slight irritation he had felt earlier was instantly replaced by overwhelming fury as the weak voice faded away.
"Drip… drip…"
Purple venom began to surge from his body, dripping onto the ground with sizzling sounds.
Even the steel beneath his feet corroded into pits under the powerful poison.
A terrifying aura erupted from him, murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
Suppressing his rage, Magellan pulled out another Den Den Mushi and dialed.
"Hello… this is Magellan!"
—
In the highest eting room of the World Governnt—
The Five Elders sat rigidly in their seats, staring intently at the screen.
Within their aged eyes burned a mixture of greed, anxiety, and intense desire.
They understood better than anyone—
The value of the Nether Race's secret art, Breaking the Limit.
This was a power capable of overturning the balance of the entire sea.
With such a technique—
They could gain a massive advantage in the chaos to co.
Especially now that relations with the Nether Race had completely broken down—
This technique was even more crucial.
They not only had to contend with the Four Emperors and the Revolutionary Army—
But also the unknown and terrifying Nether Race.
"Pururururu—"
The urgent ringing of the Den Den Mushi echoed sharply through the silent room.
The sudden sound made all five elders frown.
After a brief hesitation, Saint Topman Warcury answered the call, his expression dark.
"This is Saint Topman Warcury."
The other four elders also shifted part of their attention toward the call.
After all—
Only a handful of people in the world could contact them directly.
At the very least, it had to be soone at the level of an Admiral.
Which ant—
Sothing had happened.
"Saint Topman Warcury!"
"The Nether Race has attacked Impel Down!"
The mont the call connected, Magellan's furious voice rang out.
Saint Topman Warcury's expression changed drastically.
The other four elders were equally stunned, turning toward him with trembling eyes.
"What?!"
"Weren't the Nether Race outside Impel Down, being held off by Garp and the others?"
"When did they infiltrate Impel Down?!"
"Are you certain it's the Nether Race?!"
Saint Topman Warcury asked urgently, disbelief evident in his voice.
As he spoke, he repeatedly glanced at the screen—
At the Nether Race generals still locked in battle outside: Hanfeng Linlin and Ghost Forest.
And Ironblood Wushuang, who had yet to act.
All three were still there!
Then why—
Would Magellan claim that the Nether Race had invaded Impel Down?
Moreover—
Impel Down was just a prison.
What could possibly attract the Nether Race's attention?
"Saint Topman Warcury!!"
"Besides those three… there are others from the Nether Race hiding in the shadows!"
"The one who infiltrated Impel Down took advantage of Garp and the others leaving their posts!"
Magellan was now inside Level One's office.
Because Defying the Heavens had avoided unnecessary conflict in the upper levels, the monitoring systems there were still partially intact.
Quickly pulling up the surveillance footage—
Magellan's eyes locked onto a figure.
Clad in black and silver armor.
Masked.
Holding a dark blade.
That figure—
Was nearly identical in appearance to the three Nether Race generals outside.
And most importantly—
That blue skin.
It confird everything.
He was Nether Race.
"So that's it!"
"Hanfeng Linlin, Ironblood Wushuang, and Ghost Forest… from the very beginning… they were nothing more than bait!"
"They were ant to draw our attention and lure Garp and the others away!"
"The Nether Race's true target…"
"Was Impel Down all along!"
Saint Topman Warcury's eyes flashed with realization, his entire body trembling.
Impel Down was rely a prison.
Even if all its prisoners escaped—
It would not shake the Five Elders to such an extent.
What truly terrified them…
Was that this place had been targeted by the Nether Race.
A race that had existed for over four thousand years.
If they had set their sights on Impel Down from the very beginning—
Then that ant—
There was sothing here of imnse value to them!
Sothing worth risking three generals as bait!
Sothing worth delaying everything for!
Everything suddenly made sense.
Why they had shared fragnts of ancient secrets.
Why they had engaged in conversation at all.
From the start—
Those three generals were rely distractions.
Everything they did was to buy ti for the one infiltrating Impel Down.
But what exactly was hidden here—
That was worth such a massive gamble?
"No!"
"Whatever is inside Impel Down… we cannot allow the Nether Race to succeed!"
"At the very least… we must force them to retreat!"
Saint Marcus Mars slamd his hand onto the table, his expression grim, killing intent blazing in his eyes.
"Agreed!"
Saint Ethanbaron V. Nusjuro nodded heavily before turning to Saint Topman Warcury.
"Magellan… how many infiltrators are there? And how strong are they?"
Inside Level One—
Magellan stared at the screen, watching Defying the Heavens—his braided hair swaying as Eternal Night cut through everything.
His expression was grave.
"…There is only one."
"But his strength…"
"…I am not his match."
Even though unwilling, Magellan could only admit it.
The power of that blade—
Was sothing he could not withstand.
Which ant—
The infiltrator was at least on the level of a Nether Race general.
Possibly even beyond Admiral level.
"Only one…"
Saint Topman Warcury murmured, his expression easing slightly.
At least—
It was only one.
Even if that individual surpassed Magellan—
It was still within manageable limits.
After all—
If the Nether Race truly possessed overwhelming power right now—
They would not have needed to use three generals as bait.
Their current approach clearly indicated—
They were not yet at full strength.
Many of their forces were still unavailable.
"Magellan…"
"Do not act rashly."
After a brief pause, Saint Topman Warcury spoke.
"Forget about what's happening inside Impel Down for now."
"Join up with Commander CP0-7, Garp, and the others imdiately."
"And at the fastest speed possible—defeat Hanfeng Linlin, Ironblood Wushuang, and Ghost Forest!"
"No matter what the Nether Race is planning…"
"As long as we take down those three generals first…"
"Then even if that infiltrator succeeds in his objective…"
"He will still fall… and be captured by the World Governnt!"
As he spoke—
A cold, ruthless gleam flashed in Saint Topman Warcury's eyes.
Before, he had been wary that the Nether Race might have hidden forces beyond what Garp and the others could handle.
But now—
It was just one infiltrator stronger than an Admiral.
That was no longer sothing to fear.
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