Pirates: I am the devil

Chapter 77: Going back to Impel Down is like going home

Magellan has been in a bad mood recently.

Although he was promoted, his immediate boss ran away.

Although the patrol missions in Advance City became lighter, his partner was killed, and he was the only one left of the shining twin stars.

"Tons, tons, tons——"

Alcohol is not allowed in prison, so Magellan could only drink tea instead of wine to bid farewell to his dearest boss and comrade.

He didn't blame Warden Duck for leaving without saying goodbye. After all, no one could handle this.

He only blamed himself for being useless. He had the most suitable ability in the world to guard a prison, but he couldn't stop Sirens.

And because of the special nature of his position, he cannot take the initiative like other navy officers to seek revenge on Sirens!

"Damn it, damn it!"

Magellan took a big gulp of the hot tea that was stained with his saliva and was extremely poisonous. Just as he was about to curse Sirens, he felt a sharp pain in his stomach again.

Helplessly, I could only grab a roll of toilet paper and rush into the bathroom to start my daily routine.

"Crash, lala, lala -"

On the first floor of the city, many jailers without any prisoners were doing a general cleaning.

The aftermath of the previous battle between Sirens and the Vice Admiral was too great, and many attacks landed on the first floor of the building. Now the ruins need to be cleaned up before renovation can be carried out.

However, compared to Magellan's grief, these low-level jailers were in a good mood.

With so many prisoners dead, not only did their work become much easier, but those who were previously injured could also receive combat allowances.

Among the prison guards who worked part-time as cleaners, there was a tall prison guard who looked like a Pharaoh. He used a shovel to shovel the waste on the ground into the bucket cart, his eyes full of determination.

In this unprecedented major jailbreak incident, Warden Dack, who was supposed to take the blame, ran away, but his cronies who he had cultivated were not able to escape and were also implicated, leaving many positions vacant.

Because Hannibal bravely stood in front of Sirens and temporarily stopped his progress, he was successfully promoted from an ordinary jailer to the captain of the jailers, in charge of dozens of people.

Although he was beaten badly, it felt good to be promoted.

If he could get promoted just by taking a few hits from that world-destroying demon of O'Hara, he felt that he could at least hold out until the chief jailer fell again.

But this is probably the only chance.

After all, with Sirens's cleverness and strength, he shouldn't be forced into the city again.

Even if he was really caught, neither the navy nor Impel Down would feel at ease until all his joints were dislocated and he was wrapped like a caterpillar with seastone chains.

With all sorts of thoughts in his mind and his hands moving non-stop, he soon shoveled away all the waste and prepared to transport it away.

Suddenly, he found a very abrupt shadow on the ground, which was not connected to the shadows of the surrounding buildings, and seemed to be floating independently in the air.

"Huh?" Hannibal raised his head in confusion and looked towards the sky.

Under the thick clouds that seemed to linger forever over the Impel Down City, there was a tall young man in a long black windbreaker, with his arms folded across his chest, looking at the busy crowd below.

Who is this? So arrogant. Doesn’t he know that this is the territory of Impel Down?

Hannibal subconsciously wanted to shout, "Push forward into the city's strategic area, all unauthorized persons please stay away," but when he looked closely he found something wrong. The man looked a little familiar.

I seem to have seen it somewhere not long ago.

Hannibal glanced at the wanted poster with a reward of 3 billion on it which was riddled with countless holes by darts, and his eyes instantly widened as if they were about to jump out of their sockets.

"Gee, G ...

The exclamation successfully attracted the attention of a group of busy jailers. They looked in the direction Hannibal was looking and saw a devil-like figure.

Instantly, a ghostly howl rang out from the first floor of Push City:

"Quick, go and sound the alarm!"

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

"That O'Hara demon is back again!"

"Warden Magellan, something bad has happened!"

Facing the shocked and frightened eyes of the crowd below, Sirens showed a gentle and humble smile, and greeted everyone with the warmest domineering aura:

"My friends in Impel Down, long time no see. I, Sirens, am back again. Did you miss me?"

However, as the magnificent aura spread, the weak jailers fell down one after another with their eyes rolled back, and no one could give him the enthusiastic response he wanted.

"Tsk, how indifferent, this sick society is."

Siren sighed and landed in front of Hannibal, who was foaming at the mouth and lying on the ground.

"I thought you could hold out longer, but is this all you can do?"

After glancing at the tattered wanted poster on the wall, Sirens shook his head and walked away.

But just as he was about to step over Hannibal's body, someone held down his ankle.

"Gu--you, don't even think about it..." Hannibal rolled his eyes and foamed at the mouth, as if he was forcing his will to drive his instinctive actions, trying to stop Sirens' steps.

Feeling the trembling touch coming from his feet, Siren couldn't help but raise a satisfied smile on his face, and then stepped on Hannibal's face and knocked him unconscious:
"Great! Live well. When I sit on the Sky Throne in the future, the position of the warden of Impel Down will belong to you."

After saying this, he broke away from Hannibal's hand and strode towards the interior of Impel Down.

Revisiting the old place, this time pushing the city gave him a completely different feeling.

The previous Impel Down was depressing, dark, and stuffy.

Now there is sufficient lighting and ventilation, so you won’t feel stuffy or a little humid when you are in it.

Even the originally boring and neat layout was changed into an amazing battle-damaged style.

And all this is thanks to Sirens.

It was he who drastically changed the situation of Push City.

Look at these empty prisons, how clean and beautiful they are!
When he was still in school, the school leaders told him that there should be no garbage in the trash cans. This is the rule!
By the same token, there should be no prisoners in prison, and if there are any, they must be dealt with.

"So, this is why you killed all the prisoners on the first floor?!"

Magellan was almost mad.

What kind of stupid rule is this? What kind of stupid leader is the one who made it? And what kind of smart guy is Sirens who can apply what he learned?!
Magellan really didn't expect that when he went to the toilet to have diarrhea, he came out and saw Sirens sitting in his office flipping through the pornographic magazine left by the previous warden.

While watching, they also criticized the models for dressing in a plain style, not being bold enough in sex appeal, and not being unrestrained in their movements.

God knows how frightened Magellan was when he saw this scene. The reason he didn't release the water on the spot was because he had just defecated it cleanly.

Moreover, after seeing him come out, this guy was not at all flustered. He greeted him very enthusiastically.

He said that he left in a hurry and forgot to clean up the prisoners on the first floor, so he came back to make up for it. This made Magellan angry, and he wanted to transform into a poison man and fight with Sirens on the spot.

However, just as he was about to move, countless chains burning with blood flames emerged from the void and tied him up tightly.

Entangled in chains, Magellan subconsciously wanted to use the power of the Poison-Poison Fruit to corrode the chains. However, before he could turn into a poisonous little purple man, a string of seastone handcuffs handcuffed his hands.

Extreme weakness came over him instantly, and Magellan immediately realized that these were seastone handcuffs of the highest purity specially prepared for level 6 prisoners with special abilities.

"Haha, I've been on guard against you, Old Mac." Siren casually stuffed the magazine that he had criticized as worthless into the inner pocket of his windbreaker.

Then he raised his hand to extinguish the blood flames on the evil fire chain and took out a bunch of keys from his waist.

"Asshole, what on earth do you want to do, Quetzal?!"

Magellan felt extremely humiliated to be infiltrated and subdued so easily.

This prison warden is so incompetent!

"Just came back to take a look." Sirens swung the key in one hand and walked out the door unsteadily:

"I will try to visit Impel Down Prison once a week in the future. I hope I can have a new experience every time I come."

"You're dreaming!" Magellan was hanging behind him with the evil fire chain, struggling unwillingly:

"The navy will be here soon, and they will definitely capture you this time!"

"Oh, right, right." Sirens enjoyed the pleasure of watching people's incompetence and rage, and said with a smile:
"But I have already dealt with the navy and jailers outside in advance. How did the navy know that something happened in Impel Down?"

As he spoke, he took out a Den Den Mushi wearing a gas mask and a Den Den Mushi wearing a samurai helmet from his arms.

When Sirens arrived just now, he first went to find the vice admiral who was guarding here, the unlucky guy who was chopped off by his sword every time.

I don’t know if he offended that big shot, because he was always the one who got hurt. This time when he met the complete form of Sirens, he was knocked unconscious before he even had time to react.

"Hey, scream, but no one will come to save you even if you scream your throat out." Sirens smiled and kicked open the door to the level 5 extreme cold hell, and found that the middle finger snow sculpture he had left there was kicked to pieces.

After thinking about it, he found a few pairs of seastone handcuffs, planted Magellan in the snow, and used him as a support point to build a larger middle finger snow sculpture.

"Think about it carefully. Old Mac, you are the warden after all. If I force you to appear in front of the prisoners, you will be embarrassed in the future. So I'm sorry to let you freeze here for a while."

After saying this, he ignored the cursing Magellan and walked towards level 6 at a pace of million.

Long time no see. Everyone in Infinite Hell must have missed him a lot.

Your opening remarks later must be impressive, and your entrance posture must be cool, so that they know that you are doing well outside and they don't need to worry too much.

Just when he was wondering whether to have the gourd pierced through the body or the pain piercing through the top of his head first, his epically enhanced hearing suddenly caught the voice of an old and cunning man who was saying something incredible.

"At that time, the guy named Claude brought the prescription he obtained from Magnetic Drum Island, saying that he wanted to find an antidote to relieve the pain of his seriously ill son. The last missing herb was just in my territory."

In the infinite hell that changed from noise to silence, all the prisoners were quietly listening to the blond old man telling stories about the past.

"He said that was his only son and he was willing to pay any price for that medicinal herb, so I..."

Swah——

There was a hint of mockery and disdain on the Golden Lion's face, and he raised his hand as if to make a slashing move with a knife.

However, unexpectedly, only the arm was raised, and the seastone handcuffs on the wrist and the calloused hands disappeared.

Blood gushed out, and the delayed severe pain instantly danced wildly in the golden lion's pain nerves.

But he did not cry out in pain, but just stared blankly at the seastone handcuffs hanging precariously on his left hand, and the severed hand with the fingers fused like a knife and blood oozing from the cross-section.

And the prisoner uniform in front of him was suddenly torn into two pieces and soaked by the gushing blood.

"Da da da--"

Refreshing footsteps echoed through the corridors of Infinite Hell. The gate made of seastone and high-strength alloy slowly split in two. The light pouring in from the outside world slightly illuminated the dark prison that held countless extremely evil criminals.

It also illuminated the tall figure walking towards them holding a long sword.

An extremely cold aura spread out in an instant, and the entire Infinite Hell seemed to have fallen into an endless winter. The domineering aura that was so strong that it seemed tangible made almost every prisoner feel like they were falling into an ice cave, and they were suppressed by the incomparably powerful momentum and could not move.

"So what do you do?"

The long windbreaker as black as the night fluttered without wind. In front of the deepest prison in the infinite hell, a pair of scarlet eyes looked down at the old man on the ground with a look of astonishment.

Sirens' thin lips curled up slightly, and he raised the Darkin Sword in his hand and slashed it in front of the golden lion:
"Is that so?"

The left arm was broken at the shoulder.

"Is that so?"

The handless right arm fell quietly.

Having lost both arms, the Golden Lion, as a great swordsman, should have been furious, but at this moment, there was only fear in his eyes.

He was sitting cross-legged, his whole body soaked with gushing blood, but he just stared at Sirens, and was surprised to find that the young man in front of him was indeed very similar to the man who almost demolished the entire island.

At least this murderous intent was exactly the same as the one that burst out from the man when he raised his foot to crush the precious medicinal herb.

"Look at you, you talk nonsense when you shouldn't, and you don't say anything when I ask you to."

Siren shook his head slightly, seeming to be very dissatisfied with the bullying of Golden Lion: "If other people see this, won't they say that I, Siren, am bullying you, old and powerless?"

As if brought back to his senses by these words, anger welled up in the Golden Lion's eyes and he opened his mouth to say something.

However, the pain in the throat as if being burned by a red-hot iron had caused the neck muscles to collapse, and other than the whimpering that sounded like a wail, no other sound could be uttered!
Realizing this, the golden lion leaned forward like an angry lion, as if wanting to scold the despicable villain in front of him.

But just as his bare upper body leaned forward, the long sword wrapped in a scarlet halo pierced into his torn chest.

The sharp sword blade easily cut through the obstructing flesh and bones and went straight into the violently beating heart.

As the severe pain came, the Golden Lion stared at the smiling young man with horror in his eyes. He felt as if a gap had been opened in his body, and his physical strength and vitality were pouring out madly and without restraint!

Plop--plop--plop--

The heart at the hilt of the sword began to beat, gradually forming a perfect resonance with the pierced heart.

The fruit demon that resided in the broken heart was torn into the sword body that was intertwined with black and scarlet bit by bit as its vitality continued to drain away.

Following the gurgling red stream, he was swallowed by that extremely evil heart.

As Sirens looked at the blond figure withering away bit by bit, a look of joy appeared on his face.

Then, as if he suddenly realized something, he turned to look at the stunned prisoners.

"Ouch, there are a lot of witnesses."

"But it doesn't matter, it will be your turn soon."

(End of this chapter)