Another fierce battle erupted between the Warden Chief and the Deputy Warden.
This news seemed to sprout wings, spreading rapidly throughout Impel Down.
Fourth Level, Scorching Hell, Warden's Office, Toilet.
"Nani!? Storm and Shiryu are fighting again??"
Magellan, who was in the middle of detoxification, tensed up upon hearing the report from his subordinate.
"What's the reason this time? That bastard Shiryu, why does he keep provoking Storm for no reason!?"
"Reporting to Warden-sama,"
The warden standing outside the toilet loudly announced.
"According to the surveillance room, this time... the Warden Chief initiated the attack on the Deputy Warden."
"That energy-overloaded bastard Storm!"
With a roar, Magellan emerged from the toilet, still adjusting his belt.
His face was flushed with deep purple, clearly indicating his detox wasn't complete.
"I'll definitely throw him into the Extreme Cold Hell!
"No! I'll throw him into the Infinite Hell!!"
Faced with the enraged Warden, ordinary wardens dared not interrupt.
Just then, a figure suddenly burst through the office door.
"Magellan!!"
Hannyabal rushed to Magellan's side in a panic.
He was about to speak when he noticed the purple toxic gas on Magellan's face and immediately retreated several steps.
"That... that bastard Shiryu is fighting Storm again!"
Hannyabal reported while subtly slandering Shiryu.
"Storm must not have beaten him hard enough last time! Magellan, look at how Shiryu keeps making mistakes—you should throw him into the Infinite Hell!
"Then, let me take over as Deputy Warden! Finally, you can hand over the Warden position to me—"
Thud! Magellan raised a fist the size of a sandbag and slammed it onto Hannyabal's head.
The latter immediately crouched in pain.
"Ow! That hurts!"
"This is no time for jokes!"
Magellan casually grabbed Hannyabal and dragged him out of the office.
"We need to stop those two immediately! That's what matters!"
Magellan and Hannyabal left the office and boarded the elevator to the Crimson Hell.
At that moment.
A figure emerged from the shadows outside the office.
Storm watched as the Warden and Chief Guard departed, then swiftly moved toward the surveillance room on the fourth level.
The person who had clashed with Shiryu in the Crimson Hell earlier...
Was actually just Storm's [Clay Clone].
The real Storm had already entered the surveillance room.
The wardens inside instinctively saluted as he walked in.
"Warden Chief!"
"Warden Chief—???"
The next moment, they realized something was wrong.
On the surveillance feed from the Crimson Hell, "Storm" was still battling Shiryu.
So who... was the one standing in the surveillance room now?
"My apologies."
Storm raised his right hand, releasing strands of [Clay] that instantly knocked out all the surveillance personnel.
Several [Grand Prize Trophies] appeared before his eyes.
These were even lower-tier than the [Bronze Trophy]—
[Black Iron Trophy: Warden]
[Trophy Star Rating: ★]
'Although, ordinary wardens being able to earn star ratings can still be considered elite...'
Storm ignored the popping up [Black Iron Trophies] and moved outside the surveillance room again.
With explosive agility, he practically teleported to the elevator entrance.
Storm's movement speed was simply too fast.
By the time he knocked out all the wardens in the surveillance room and reached the elevator entrance,
Magellan and Hannyabal's group had only just arrived at the first level's Crimson Hell.
Seeing the elevator finally stop at the first floor, Storm activated his [Clay-Clay Fruit] ability again.
Massive amounts of clay surged through the gaps into the elevator shaft, completely blocking the elevator system.
This way,
Anyone wanting to come down from Crimson Hell to Infinite Hell would have to slowly climb the stairs.
After completing this,
Storm transformed the ground beneath his feet into clay and submerged into it.
Within moments,
Storm traveled from the fourth level's Scorching Hell to the 5.5th level's New Transvestite Paradise.
In New Transvestite Paradise, there was a special Den Den Mushi identical to Impel Down's surveillance Den Den Mushi.
Ivankov and the other transvestites relied on this surveillance Den Den Mushi to monitor personnel movements within Impel Down.
Back when "Storm" threw punches at Shiryu,
Ivankov and the others had already noticed the commotion, gathering around the surveillance screen.
By the time Storm arrived at New Transvestite Paradise,
Ivankov and the transvestites were still engrossed in watching the surveillance footage.
"Left hook! Right hook!"
"Yes! That's the spirit! Hit him!"
"That bastard Shiryu of the Rain! He deserves it!"
Amidst the noisy chatter,
Queen of Kamabakka Kingdom Ivankov scanned the surroundings and spotted the unannounced visitor.
"Vongola Storm!? Weren't you fighting that bastard Shiryu of the Rain upstairs?"
Seeing Storm suddenly appear, Ivankov was greatly startled.
Before Storm could answer, Ivankov quickly realized and said in disbelief,
"Could the you upstairs be—fake!?" Storm had no intention of explaining to Ivankov.
"My operation is about to begin, Queen. It's time for you to prove your worth!"
Without waiting for Ivankov's response, Storm took out his private Den Den Mushi and dialed a number.
Buru—Buru—
The Den Den Mushi in Ivankov's pocket also rang.
"Stay in touch!"
With those words, the ground beneath Storm's feet softened into clay again as he disappeared underground.
After this incident,
The previously bustling New Transvestite Paradise suddenly fell silent.
"Your Majesty,"
"What should we do?"
"Should we listen to that guy?"
Inazuma, now fully recovered from his injuries, shook his head at Ivankov.
His meaning was simple—Vongola Storm couldn't be trusted.
"We have no choice."
Ivankov shook his head, taking out the Den Den Mushi from his pocket and answering the call.
"Vongola, what do you want me to do?"
"You, go to the large staircase in Extreme Cold Hell and stop anyone trying to come down."
Storm's calm voice came through the Den Den Mushi.
"Ivankov, this is your task."
"If you want to share this mission with others in New Kama Land, I welcome them all to descend into Infinite Hell!"
"Infinite Hell?"
Ivankov glanced at the surveillance Den Den Mushi, waving his hand to signal his subordinates to switch the camera feed.
"You've already gone to the sixth level?"
The sixth level—Infinite Hell.
Storm fell from the ceiling onto an open space, looking up at a surveillance Den Den Mushi in the corner.
His sharp gaze seemed to pierce through the surveillance device, directly reaching New Kama Land on the fifth level.
"Queen of Kamabakka Kingdom, you're watching me right now, aren't you?"
Ivankov's heart skipped a beat. He frantically waved at his subordinates again, signaling them to switch the feed back.
"Ah, this! Haha!"
Ivankov forced a laugh.
"Magellan has already reached Crimson Hell. 'You' better be careful!"
Infinite Hell.
Storm stopped conversing with the Queen of Kamabakka Kingdom, placing the Den Den Mushi on his shoulder like a temporary walkie-talkie.
At that moment.
The prisoners in Infinite Hell also noticed this unconventional "newcomer."
"Warden uniform? Haha! Since when did Impel Down get a new recruit?"
"This newcomer is quite handsome!"
"Come in here quickly, let me get a good look at your ass!"
Filthy language erupted from all directions.
Storm remained composed, immediately unleashing the power of his [Clay-Clay Fruit].
The ground of Infinite Hell was assimilated by his Devil Fruit ability, transforming into a vast expanse of clay.
A lifelike giant dragon's head emerged from the clay, opening its maw to spew out clumps of clay.
Clay Dragon Bullet!
Every prisoner in Infinite Hell was a notorious figure who had once wreaked havoc on the seas, possessing keen eyesight and experience.
They all saw Storm activate his ability and recognized its effects.
"Mud? Clay? Hahaha!"
"Are you trying to drown me in mud, brat?!"
"This ability is way weaker than Magellan's damn [Venom-Venom Fruit]!"
Before the prisoners' jeers could subside.
The clay clumps fired by the Clay Dragon Bullet had already shot into their cells.
The next moment.
Wails of pain echoed throughout Infinite Hell.
"Ow! Ow!"
"Why is this clay so hard?!"
"Wait—this isn't ordinary clay! This is—"
Before the prisoners could finish speaking.
The clay cannonballs that had entered their cells suddenly imploded, then exploded with a deafening "BOOM!"
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!—
A chain of explosions resounded through Infinite Hell.
Every clay clump Storm had fired was actually "Ceramic Clay"—compressed explosives! The destructive power of these ceramic bombs was no less than that of conventional gunpowder weapons.
Amidst the thunderous explosions.
Storm walked straight to a particular cell.
Inside was a towering, terrifying-looking woman.
"The most vicious female pirate in history, the Crescent Moon Hunter, Catalina Devon?"
"Muhahaha..."
Inside the cell, Catalina Devon let out a light chuckle, her expression showing no trace of panic.
"I am Catalina Devon!
"Warden, what do you want with me?"
"I just want to..."
Storm raised his right hand, unleashing the power of the [Clay-Clay Fruit].
Strands of white Clay slithered like venomous snakes into the cell, coiling and biting toward Catalina Devon.
"To borrow your [Mythical Zoan Nine-Tailed Fox Fruit] for a while!"
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