Watching Buffer, renowned for his “Body of Tenacity,” lying on the ground and wailing in agony, Hannyabal struggled to swallow his saliva.
He couldn’t believe that someone with the physique of a monstrous ox, despite having his hands and feet restrained by Seastone, could end up with both feet severed.
“Warden, this…”
Now was not the time to be shocked. Remembering his duties, Hannyabal cautiously approached, his expression hesitant.
Rowen was fearless in many aspects, but his audacity was overwhelming!
If Buffer were to die, aside from the dangers of a Devil Fruit falling into the sea and potential government repercussions, the Dyna Stone warehouse, which had avoided exploding due to his fruit ability, was said to be capable of instant detonation, causing immeasurable destruction!
“It’s okay; he won’t die.” Rowen shook his cigar and then asked the cell, “Don’t you agree, Buffer?”
“Damn asshole…” Buffer convulsed all over but still stared at Rowen with intense hatred.
“See, he’s still alive and kicking.” Rowen turned back, complaining.
Hannyabal was sweating profusely.
Is this the focus?
It’s not about whether he wants to live but rather whether you want to kill him!
The way Rowen dealt with prisoners left him dumbfounded. However, realizing that Rowen only wanted to torment Buffer for a while, Hannyabal breathed a sigh of relief.
He remembered that Rowen was not an easy person to deal with.
After all…
“What a show of power, Rear Admiral Rowen.”
A familiar voice echoed from a few cells away.
“Prisoners should look like prisoners. How can a debtor act like a master, right? Crocodile!”
Rowen slung the Dragon crescent-sided halberd back onto his back and walked over, cigar in his mouth.
“How’s life in Impel Down?”
In this cell, the once-Oka Shichibukai Crocodile sat in a pitiful state. The meticulously styled slicked-back hair was gone, replaced by disheveled hair with a few strands of gray. The scar on his forehead seemed infected, with black and red hues resembling pus. Wrinkles covered his face, making him look every bit of his supposed 60 years.
Seeing Rowen, Crocodile’s heart rate increased slightly. He then loosened his fist wearily. “Thanks for your kind words. I’ve had my tendons cut, lost a kidney, and eat cat food every day. Just surviving is a blessing.”
“Cat food?”
Rowen looked at Hannyabal strangely.
The latter hurriedly explained, “Because we need them to stay alive, the prisoners here receive meals every three days. But we can’t let them eat too much, so the food is limited.”
“So it’s jokingly called cat food, feeding the cats, right?”
Rowen amusingly added, then looked at Crocodile. “But Rear Admiral and such are things of the past, Crocodile. I’m now a Headquarter Vice Admiral, codenamed Soryu (Azure Dragon).”
“Codenamed?!”
Crocodile raised his head in shock. As the oldest Oka Shichibukai, he knew very well who was entitled to have a codename in the Marines.
Marine codenames were not like “Whitebeard” or “Gold Lion,” names given by admirers. Instead, they were solemn titles recognized by the government, symbolizing one’s identity and status.
It was an exclusive honor for Admirals!
And Rowen said he was a Vice Admiral, yet he could be given a codename. There was only one situation.
“Admiral Candidate… is that it?!”
Admiral Candidate, also known as the future Admiral.
The atmosphere in Eternal Hell became even more solemn. Those who had previously looked down on Rowen’s ruthless methods now averted their eyes, quiet like corpses.
Not just anyone could become an Admiral Candidate. These people were crazier than Marine Admirals but didn’t dare claim to be stronger than them. They understood the truth that strength at sea was everything. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have survived until LV.6; they would have been devoured by wolves and tigers long ago.
“Thinking about it, it seems like I didn’t lose too unjustly!” Crocodile sighed with a bitter smile.
“Well, let me see who else I know in here…” Crocodile chose to remain silent. Rowen withdrew his gaze and began scanning the spacious sixth floor.
“Hey, remnants of the Charlotte Family are also on the sixth floor? Don’t look at me like that; at least you’re still alive, right? Back then, the Anger Legion had only a few thousand survivors!”
“These guys wanted to make a name for themselves as pirates in my G-10 branch, right? How come some of you are missing arms and legs?”
“Huh? Commodore Blue Dean, Blue Dean, are you here too? Hey, can you hear me? Is this Fleet Admiral targeting you?”
After a quick look around, Rowen indeed found quite a few familiar faces.
There were remnants of the Anger Legion who had escaped but were later arrested, pirates who had daringly intruded into G-10 and were captured, and the highest-ranking senior official, Blue Dean.
Isn’t it magical?
Even Blue Dean could make it to the sixth floor.
However, the government only considered the wicked deeds he committed in East Blue, covering up the truth and locking him away. They didn’t bother to think about whether he could survive in the sixth level with his strength.
Placed among a group of violent criminals, surviving on cat food every three days, and occasionally intimidated by Haoshoku Haki, Blue Dean was now insane, covered in filth without even noticing.
Well, perhaps this was the real intention of the government.
After all, the incident with the Independent Commission Against Corruption involved a mutual exchange of interests. Blue Dean, being part of the Marine faction, was imprisoned for various reasons, and opinions about him varied.
“If Doflamingo ends up here too, that would be something!”
Rowen lamented.
But Lirisk wanted to take Doflamingo away, making the situation quite inconvenient. In the original story, Doflamingo could be detained in LV.6, perhaps because Lirisk hadn’t regained his sanity and couldn’t find the real culprit.
However, due to Rowen’s interference, Lirisk wouldn’t let this guy, who had a grudge against him, off the hook.
“Damn, lapdog!”
At this moment, a string of curses caught everyone’s attention.
Knowing that Rowen was not one to be trifled with and was formidable, these pirates and criminals didn’t dare provoke him. After all, the Ability users on the sixth level were not the majority.
So, they were curious about who dared to speak out so audaciously.
“Diez Drake, the fallen Marine, not a pirate, not even a proper Marine, just a traitor worse than Marine.”
Rowen calmly looked over. This Eleven Supernova, the future backbone of the Kaido pirate crew in the original story, had met an early demise, failing to escape the Grand Line and meeting his end in G-10.
His only value now was to serve as sparring material, allowing Dante to awaken his Kenbunshoku Haki (Observation Haki) and rapidly improve his strength.
“It’s him!”
Among this group, Drake was doing relatively well. He hadn’t suffered much torture before coming here, and his time in captivity was short, preserving his strength. Moreover, Zoan users had a natural advantage with their restoration power, providing some assurance of their physical condition. This made Drake a perfect candidate for sparring.
Hearing Rowen’s words, Drake was taken aback.
“What are you planning?”
“I’m going to teach you a lesson in being human!”
Rowen coldly smiled. Hannyabal, sweating coldly, ran back to the corridor and brought in a long metal bench.
“Warden, where should I put this?”
“Just place it in the middle. Let everyone see the consequences of a sore loser.”
“Got it!”
Hannyabal eagerly went about his task. Rowen noticed Drake starting to sweat on his forehead and chuckled. “Don’t worry. Ancient Type is still a powerful Devil Fruit ability. I won’t kill you.”
“But, as I said earlier, there are many things scarier than death in this world.”
“I hope you, as prisoners, can have some self-awareness. Don’t be like Mr. Buffer, making trouble every day as if afraid others won’t notice. Look, even our Warden in Impel Down has been driven mad.”
Rowen pointed to a cell on the upper level, where Shiryu of the Rain, dressed in prison clothes, coldly smiled. There was a hint of curiosity in his eyes.
“So, I’m thinking, if everyone could just live quietly like ants, causing me fewer troubles, would the situation improve? Starting with the management but not restricting the prisoners isn’t a wise move.”
With that, Rowen generated electricity in his hands, welded the metal bench to the middle of the cell, and then tore open the door to Drake’s cell.
Tore it open for real!
Grabbing the supposedly Seastone-made vertical pole, Rowen used brute force to pull it out of the seamlessly fitted stone wall and threw it aside.
Many death row inmates in Eternal Hell were left dumbfounded. Even some Great Characters, who had never spoken, cast vigilant glances.
“What a terrifying physique!”
Deep in the prison, “World Destroyer” World, bound all over by iron chains, raised his head vigilantly, looking at the busy figures in the distance. A trace of fear flashed in his eyes.
Is he really an Ability user?
Drake widened his eyes in horror, watching Rowen walk in like a wicked demon. Rowen’s tall figure cast a shadow that completely covered him. He added, “Let’s conduct an experiment!”
(End of this chapter)
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