Sailing: I Open Treasure Chests in the Pirate World

In both of Ian's battles with Shiliu, Shiliu was more seriously injured each time.

As for Ian?

Has this guy's clothes ever gotten dirty?

Even if it's dirty, it's probably because it's stained with Shiryu's blood, right?

Hannibal shook his head inwardly, choosing to skip over the topic of Shiliu.

Although he was very worried that Shiliu would retaliate against Ian later.

However, judging from the strength Ian just displayed...

The other party may not need his concern.

"Magellan is really angry this time."

Hannibal then brought up the topic of the extreme cold of hell.

"The fifth floor is really not a place for humans to stay."

"Once Magellan calms down, I'll try to see if I can help you change floors."

"It's not necessary."

Ian quickly called for a stop.

He appreciated Hannibal's kindness.

But he really wanted to go to the freezing hell!

Ian just beat Shiliu in public in the director's office.

The main purpose was to vent anger.

The secondary objective was to go to the extremely cold hell!

Since Shiryu could receive imprisonment in the coldest hell by beating up his fellow prisoners.

There's no reason why Ian can't do it!

Ian now needs a large number of [Golden Chests] to continue improving his abilities.

The extreme cold hell is full of criminals with bounties exceeding 100 million.

Ian has been wanting to hunt for treasure chests in the Frozen Hell for ages!

He beat Shiliu in public.

This is Ian's plan to get him into prison!

Hannibal was completely unaware of this.

He thought Ian was stopping him from taking action because he was worried Ian would lose face with Magellan.

"Ian!"

Hannibal was first moved to tears, then quickly rallied his spirits.

"Don't worry! I'll definitely help you change floors!"

Hannibal.

Ian was very touched, but then declined the other party's offer again.

"You don't want Shiryu to know that you tried to interfere with the chief's orders, do you?"

"Xi...Xiliu?"

Hannibal suddenly began to stammer.

A person's name, the shadow of a tree.

Hannibal never cared about revealing his ambitions to Magellan.

Because he knew Magellan was actually a good person.

But Shiryu?

That bastard would actually use a knife to cut people!

"I'm sorry, Ian."

Hannibal's mental state suddenly became depressed.

"I'm so useless..."

Ian felt a little apologetic.

But for the sake of the "treasure hunt plan," he had no choice but to make Hannibal suffer a little longer.

But before he could even offer any words of comfort...

Hannibal suddenly became "fired up" again for no apparent reason.

"One day, I will become the warden of Impel Down!"

Ian patted Hannibal on the shoulder.

"……come on."

Since the decision has been made to handle this matter officially.

Hannibal and Ian went directly to the first floor above sea level, to the warden's office.

Chapter 33 Now is the perfect time to add skill points! Devil Fruit Awakening!

"Although I feel it's completely unnecessary, I'll leave the weapons here anyway."

Hannibal pointed to the Iron Ore Saber at Ian's waist and couldn't help but make a comment.

"Come to think of it, I've never seen you use a knife before. Why do you carry it with you?"

"Because he's handsome!"

"Ok?"

"Ahem, actually I used to use a knife in my younger days."

"In my early years..."

Hannibal touched his forehead speechlessly.

"How old are you this year? Sigh, why did I even bring this up?"

Ian took out the [Iron Ore Saber] and the [Seastone Baton] and placed them on the special shelf.

Just then, the Den Den Mushi next to me suddenly rang.

Brubru—

It's not the Telephone Bug from Impel Down.

It's Ian's private Den Den Mushi.

Ian glanced at Hannibal and casually answered the Den Den Mushi.

“Ah la la—”

Before the person on the other end of the Den Den Mushi could finish speaking, Ian replied succinctly.

"Go to jail immediately, do not disturb."

pat!

After saying that, Ian hung up the Den Den Mushi.

Hannibal looked over curiously.

"Who?"

"Whoever it is, it's not Magellan."

Ian put away his private Den Den Mushi and pushed Hannibal out of his office.

Let's go to the freezing cold hell together!

"I heard from the prison guards that you can walk through the freezing hell bare-handed without protective gear?"

"Huh? Hahaha!"

Hannibal let out a dry laugh.

"After all, I'm the man destined to become the warden of Impel Down..."

On the other end of the Den Den Mushi (a type of electric scooter).

Paradise, on a calm and peaceful sea.

Aokiji rode a bicycle, listening blankly to the dial tone coming from the receiver.

What did he just hear?

"Oh dear, it must be because I slept for too long and my head is a little foggy."

Aokiji scratched his messy, frizzy hair.

"You must have dialed the wrong number."

Bubu!

Aokiji's private Den Den Mushi then emitted a peculiar sound.

That head-shaking and swaying motion was only conveying one meaning—

The number is correct!

"how could be?"

Unconvinced, Aokiji dialed the number again.

But this time, all he heard was a dial tone.

Ian's Den Den Mushi is no longer working!

"I remember Ian went to Impel Down to be a jailer, right?"

The pheasant and the Den Den Mushi stared at each other, their shrill dial tone carrying far across the sea.

"Who put him in jail!"

……

Extremely cold hell, with biting cold winds.

Ian sat cross-legged in his solitary cell, his breath quickly turning into puffs of white mist.

"It's just as cold as the rumors said."

Ian raised his right hand and moved his fingers a few times, feeling no stiffness whatsoever.

"Fortunately, I had previously upgraded my [Endurance] attribute to five stars."

"Otherwise, a four-star physique wouldn't be able to withstand the cold air of the extreme cold hell."

Ian looked outwards.

His gaze passed over the frost-covered bars and landed on the solitary confinement cell opposite.

The prisoner in the cell, whose bounty was over 100 million, was covered in ice from head to toe, showing no signs of life.

This prisoner was frozen to death by the extreme environment of the freezing hell!

"What a pity about a golden treasure chest..."

The pang of regret in Ian's heart was fleeting.

He unleashed his Observation Haki, probing into the outermost world.

In Ian's perception.

Shivering, Hannibal had already disappeared into the frigid hell with a group of prison guards in protective suits.

Well, according to rumors, the warden is "unafraid of severe cold or scorching heat"...

It seems this is indeed just a "rumor".