Settsetse! The Pirate Nemesis

Without much thought, Sett used a powerful hand to rip the corpse off its head and then used it to stand under the stone pillar in his place.

Sett did have some concerns, namely whether the stone could withstand the weight of Impel Down, but the result was undoubtedly good—it truly lived up to its reputation as a Mythical Zoan Devil Fruit, especially after consuming Sett's flesh and blood, which further enhanced its muscle strength. Although its body had turned to stone and lost its life due to the Void, its density remained unchanged. The cushion had stabilized.

Upon witnessing this scene, the last vestige of hope vanished. Shiki touched the ground with both hands, remembering how the massive boulder, propelled by the Float-Float Fruit, was lifted from the earth—if they were outside, Shiki could have even uprooted Impel Down. But there was no way. Not only was over 90% of Impel Down submerged, but more importantly, its structure was made entirely of Seastone. Even Shiki's power couldn't affect Impel Down's foundation.

Sett paid no attention to this. His eyes blazed with excitement as he watched the incoming rock—"Kurikara, Unbreakable!!!"

It was as if he held a blazing sun in his hand. And this sun was none other than pure, unbridled power and ferocious Conqueror's Haki. With a single punch, countless dust and stone fragments rained down from the entire sixth-level dome. The rocks controlled by the Golden Lion were instantly shattered before they could even get close to Sett. The Golden Lion did react, raising his twin swords in front of him, but it was futile. Faced with Sett's devastating blow, the Golden Lion felt his internal organs groaning in agony.

Clenching his teeth, Shiki knew that if things continued like this, he had no chance of winning. So, he took a deep breath, stared intently at Sett, and in the next moment, Conqueror's Haki surged forth, a long-lost sense of pride rising within him—was Shiki weak? Not at all. As someone who had once rivaled the Pirate King Roger, Shiki's abilities were arguably among the strongest in the world.

Ultimately, it was out of a sense of injustice towards Roger that he recklessly charged into Marineford to engage Garp and Sengoku, a Zoan-type warrior, in close combat. Otherwise, if they had just dropped two islands onto Marineford from 10,000 meters in the air every now and then, you could have seen who would have been the first to back down and admit defeat.

Indeed, Shiki's capture was a result of his own folly—he abandoned his strengths and attacked his opponent's strengths with his weaknesses. But undeniably, it was precisely this stubbornness that made Shiki so powerful—and now, with Conqueror's Haki gathering, he raises his twin swords horizontally.

"Don't underestimate me... you brat..."

Panting, a cold glint flashed from the golden lion's eye: "Lion's Might, Bite the Heavens!"

Like a storm, his arms swung violently, the withered tree and Sakura in his hands unleashing a jet-black blade. Not just one, but one from each of the two swords. In the high-speed flight, the two blades overlapped, the combined power generating several times the might. Wherever they passed, the air hummed, and the dark, dominant-colored trail seemed to tear even space itself apart. Finally, all traces vanished, as if they had disappeared into the very fabric of space.

Feeling the oppressive force so close at hand, Sett knew very well that the slash hadn't disappeared—and that required no elaborate, fancy moves. Sett knew that if he used a deliberate punch here, the entire Impel Down would crumble in the next instant. No technique was needed; a simple swing of the fist would suffice.

Another great sun rose from his hand—feeling the immense pressure, the Golden Lion couldn't help but clench his teeth.

From the beginning until now, is this the third or fourth? Golden Lion couldn't understand, because the drain on both mind and body from Conqueror's Haki was terrifying. Even someone like Roger would probably be lying dead on the ground after dodging three consecutive sword strikes. But Sett's stamina seemed inexhaustible. No matter how fancy your moves, I only need one punch to shatter them. The most fundamental element of using brute force to overcome skill is an unfathomable supply of energy!

When it comes to a war of attrition, Sett has never been afraid of anyone! Forget about Shiki, even that little girl Tina can only put on a brave front for the first half of the night. By the second half, she can't even keep up a fight, let alone pretend to be strong!

"Kurikara, Undo!!"

The punch landed squarely, but because the image was lost, it appeared to people that Sett had struck the space in front of him rather than the Tooth-Biting Demon.

A fierce impact spread wildly from Sett's fist, flashing continuously as dark Conqueror's Haki and golden power transformed into cracks that spread throughout the space. The next moment, accompanied by a shattering sound, sharp energy spread in all directions. Wherever it passed, the ground shattered, giving the impression of countless daggers slicing through it.

Others may not know, but the Golden Lion knows very well that his attack has been neutralized.

Surprisingly, the golden lion showed no fear at all; instead, a peculiar smile appeared on its lips.

"That's not bad...you brat."

As soon as he finished speaking, Sett showed no mercy, his massive iron fist, as thick as a log, piercing straight through the Golden Lion's abdomen.

Losing his strength, half of his body weight fell on Sett, and blood gushed from the corner of his mouth. Witnessing this scene of generational change, people felt a moment of horror, but also a sense of a shifting era… The Golden Lion, known as the Pirate Admiral, who had once clashed with the Pirate King Roger, had actually died just like that?

Sett paid no attention to what the people around him thought, and simply pulled out his fist. As blood gushed out like a fountain, Sett nonchalantly shook his hand.

Regardless of what Shiki represents in other people's eyes, or what glorious past he may have, at least in Sett's eyes, there's nothing to boast about... and he's far too weak. Imprisoned in the sixth level of the Infinite Hell, Sett estimates that Shiki's strength is only at the level of one and a half Admirals. Furthermore, his Devil Fruit abilities are limited by the Seastone structure of Impel Down, so at best, he's only an Admiral.

What's so great about bullying an old man like that?

Sett casually tossed his head, looked around, and then casually asked, "Where is Whitebeard Jr.?"

"Whitebeard II?"

Upon hearing Sett's words, the pirates exchanged glances, seemingly hesitant about whether to warn him. However, seeing the impatience on Sett's face, all the pirates realized the gravity of the situation—they no longer had a choice.

"In the far south corner! They haven't been released yet..."

Hearing this, Sett didn't bother to say anything and strode over. But before leaving, he said nonchalantly, "Stand still."

"If you move even slightly, you're prepared to crawl on the ground for the rest of your life."

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Hehe, although I only posted 6k yesterday, I meant I'd be posting 9k daily starting in the second half of the month, so theoretically I don't need to bark.

253·Leaving

In a corner of Impel Down, Whitebeard Jr. was imprisoned in solitary confinement—according to Sett's speculation, the World Government did this simply to prevent Whitebeard Jr. from escaping with them.

Clearly, while the World Government sometimes takes risks, it's not entirely irrational. At least, they know that releasing Whitebeard Jr. directly would lead to Zephyr's defection. However, it's also obvious that the World Government doesn't dare kill Whitebeard Jr. The reason isn't hard to guess; after all, both his name and power seem to indicate a connection to Whitebeard.

Although the exact details are unknown, the World Government would not risk provoking a sea emperor should it be possible...

"You're Whitebeard Jr."

Upon hearing Sett's question, a burly man who didn't look very bright raised his head, then nodded sluggishly and said, "My mom said I am!"

"Then that's it."

As he spoke, without pausing for a moment, and before the simpleton in front of him could even react, Sett raised his fist and punched him in the temple—but halfway there, Sett seemed to remember something and suddenly changed his move, then used a hand chop to sever Whitebeard Jr.'s thick neck.

Blood splattered everywhere in an instant, but few people cared at the moment. Looking back at the criminals, Sett stretched his limbs, then walked through the passage without looking back.

"The rest is up to you... What bad luck, this riot just started out of nowhere."

Upon hearing Sett's words, Magellan, who had been monitoring the area for a long time, pursed his lips, then turned and headed towards the sixth floor—dealing with these villains required little mercy. Especially considering the immense destructive power Magellan's abilities could unleash in a confined space.

Just like now, after Sett left, before the prisoners could say anything, Magellan appeared in their sight. Then, the Venom-Venom Fruit awakened, unleashing the giant poison weapon. A torrent of poison gas spread wildly, centered on Magellan, and soon, the entire sixth level was transformed into a sea of ​​poison. Whether or not they had participated in the escape, everyone collapsed to the ground.

After confirming that everyone was incapable of resistance, soldiers fully encased in protective suits filed in from behind. They picked up sea stone handcuffs and locked everyone up one by one before preparing for detoxification and other matters.

Having confirmed that everything had settled down, Magellan glanced around with a complex expression. As the head of Impel Down, the deep-sea prison, Magellan should, in theory, disapprove of Sett's behavior. However, it was now certain that without Sett's presence, Impel Down's defenses would have been completely ineffective against this sudden riot… Even if Magellan were incredibly dense, he had now guessed that the World Government was behind this.

After all, it was Doflamingo who orchestrated this incident… or at least, all the signs point to Doflamingo. Whether it was the Sin Army Plan or something else, only Magellan knew about it within Impel Down. And now, these pirates are able to unite, clearly because someone told them.

Among these pirates, the only one who could communicate with the outside world was Doflamingo...

"World Government..."

Magellan's gaze held a hint of complexity, but in the end, he shook his head—more important than these things, he needed to figure out how to shift the blame.

As Magellan thought this, a figure involuntarily appeared in his mind.

Meanwhile, Sett did not leave immediately, but was led by the jailers to the winding monitoring room.

"Mr. Sett!!"

Upon seeing Sett's arrival, the surrounding jailers did not immediately turn on him. Instead, they simply stood there with their backs straight, somewhat at a loss—seemingly hesitating between saluting and being on guard.

It's understandable that they think that way. If it weren't for Sett's help, given the defenses of Impel Down before, these pirates would have easily escaped...

Noticing everyone's gaze, Sett didn't care. He simply waved his hand and casually said, "It's okay, don't worry about me... Oh, and give me a copy of the recordings from floors four, five, and six."

"what?"

Upon hearing Sett's request, everyone hesitated for a moment. After all, according to the requirements, the video materials here were top secret, and only the Director and the World Government could access them by order. But Sett didn't care about the World Government's intricacies and just curled his lip impatiently: "Take it if I tell you to, don't force me to use force."

Just then, Magellan rushed back and said, "Leave it to Mr. Sett. I'll take responsibility if anything goes wrong!"

Hearing the sound, Sett turned around and, upon seeing Magellan, raised an eyebrow before saying, "That was quick enough, wasn't it?"

"Hmm... They don't have any antibodies, so they can't defend against my poison gas in this confined environment." Although he had been at odds with Sett before, Magellan was now surprisingly silent—or perhaps benevolent.

Magellan glanced at Sett, paused for a moment, and then said, "Although my duty is to guard Impel Down, there's no denying that if it weren't for you, this rebellion would have had a very high chance of succeeding..."

"Don't you have poison gas?"

Sett said with some surprise, "Without me restraining them, you should be able to handle them in this confined environment, right?"

Although Sett himself could easily defeat Magellan, Sett knew that was only because his body had adapted to these complex toxins and developed universal antibodies—an ability that other pirates did not possess.

Magellan pursed his lips, then shook his head – this matter couldn't be hidden for long, so Magellan simply extended his hand.

It was only at this moment that Sett saw Doflamingo's figure dragging behind Magellan.

Magellan's other hand held three tubes of reagents.

"This is my antidote... Although it cannot neutralize complex toxins, it is sufficient to neutralize poison gas under normal circumstances. This antidote is only available in the infirmary."

Upon hearing this, Sett glanced at Doflamingo, then at the antidote, and quickly guessed what was going on—these antidotes were clearly beyond Doflamingo's capabilities. The World Government was the initiator of the Sin Army Project, and therefore, only the World Government could have obtained these antidotes…

Even though he had lost the ability to resist, Doflamingo still didn't give up. He stared intently at Sett and Magellan, gritting his teeth as he said, "You bunch of bastards!! This is the decision of those Celestial Dragons. Are you sure you want to go against the World Government?"

Upon hearing this, Sett curled his lip in disdain, appearing rather unwilling to communicate with Doflamingo. Meanwhile, Magellan glanced at Doflamingo and pointed, saying, "The World Government's newspapers may not have told you, but Sett has already killed seventy percent of the Celestial Dragons on Mary Geoise."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Doflamingo remained silent, but his eyes were still filled with deep disbelief. Seeing this, Magellan shook his head and continued, "Not only the Celestial Dragons, but the new three admirals were also seriously injured. Fleet Admiral Sengoku lost an arm and was unconscious for a month before finally waking up. The Holy Land Mary Geoise has been destroyed. If it weren't for 'Im's' presence, even the Five Elders would probably be dead."

"..."

Doflamingo had been somewhat skeptical at first, as it seemed like a complete fantasy—in his mind, the lack of newspapers for several weeks meant Sett and Magellan were simply conspiring to deceive him. But now, upon hearing the name "Imu," Doflamingo's eyes widened abruptly—he vaguely remembered his father repeatedly warning him as a child never to utter a word about Lord Im.

When he asked his father, his father simply shook his head silently, saying that the man was the king of all the Celestial Dragons… a man of deep cunning. From that moment on, Doflamingo realized that the true ruler of the World Government was him. And now, this name, which existed only in legends, had suddenly appeared in someone else's mouth…

Sett curled his lip in disdain and shook his head, saying, "Just stay here and work on your sewing machine... The sixth floor is empty now, and there are even private rooms."

After saying that, Sett took the backup video and left Impel Down without looking back.

Impel Down was heavily guarded, so Morgans didn't accompany them this time. But that didn't matter; once they had the recording, they could hand it over to Morgans to edit as they pleased, as long as it didn't affect the business of the Maxim's Casino.

But before that...

He nodded, and then Sett plunged into the sea.

The Calm Belt does indeed have many Sea Kings, but that didn't matter to Sett. Swimming at full speed, because the current between Impel Down and Marine Headquarters was downstream, Sett arrived at the legendary Marine Headquarters, Marineford, in just one hour.

Upon spotting Sett, the Navy immediately sounded the alarm. Soon after, a flash of light appeared on the distant horizon. Looking at Sett, Kizaru Borsalino said with a look of disdain, "What are you doing here... are you going to cause trouble again?"

"What the hell?" Upon hearing Kizaru's words, Sett shook his head, shook off the water, and tossed the package in his hand over, saying, "This is for Whitebeard Jr. Please give it to that old man Zephyr for me."

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I was originally planning to write about Shurima X the Heavens for my next book... but now I'm thinking, becoming the richest person in Piltover isn't so bad either?

I'll have to go back and study the League of Legends timeline...

254 Package

Kizaru glanced at the severed head in his hand, a hint of surprise and uncertainty in his eyes. Although he already had a guess, he couldn't help but open his pocket and take a closer look.

After confirming that the head was indeed the one that had saddened Zephyr, Kizaru realized something and couldn't help but gasp.

"You... went to Impel Down?!"

"That's none of your business." Hearing Kizaru's question, Sett waved his hand dismissively and said, "The Sin Army Project is basically off the table... Don't forget to tell Zeff that if you can't stand those idiots in the World Government, don't force yourself. Go to the Armstrong Casino. I happen to be a little short-handed over there."

It's true, they're short-handed. While the Casino of the Arms has a decent number of high-end fighters, its core strength is severely lacking. The only ones capable of holding their own are Enel and Urouge's group. But that's far from enough. Especially the lower-level employees of the Casino of the Arms; although their strength is slightly higher than the other three seas due to their location in the West Blue, they are still far inferior to those in the Grand Line.

Zephyr was a good teacher, but Sett didn't expect him to produce many admiral-level figures—after all, becoming an admiral requires strength, talent, resilience, and luck. Teaching a few reliable officers would suffice. Ultimately, Sett mainly wanted to find a place for Zephyr to retire… Although Zephyr wasn't particularly interested in the Navy, he respected him greatly for having taught him for a year and saved him from many pitfalls.

Upon hearing Sett's words, Kizaru's face showed a hint of helplessness: "Hehehe, I am a Marine Admiral! This is Marineford, so you'd better watch your words."