"This… what is this place?!" Magellan's eyes widened as he looked around in shock.
He could feel it immediately—his Devil Fruit powers meant nothing here. The strength that once made him feared throughout Impel Down was gone, leaving him completely powerless.
"This is my spiritual world," Kaito said calmly, his tone low and absolute. "Here, everything—time, space, and even reality itself—belongs to me. Any pain you feel here will be applied directly to your spirit."
Magellan's pupils trembled. Before he could react, Kaito added coldly,
"Forgot to mention… seventy-two hours here equals just one second in the real world."
In the same moment, Kaito gripped a long, ethereal blade and plunged it straight into Magellan's chest.
"Ahhhhhh!!!"
Magellan's scream echoed endlessly through the void, his spirit writhing in torment.
Outside, Kaito's crimson eyes faded back to normal as he glanced at the trembling Sadi nearby. Without a word, he stepped past her and continued toward the next level of the prison.
Magellan's body convulsed once before collapsing. His finger twitched weakly in Kaito's direction before his eyes rolled back, and he passed out cold.
When Kaito was gone, Sadi finally crawled out from her corner, shaking. She rushed to Magellan's side, lifting his unconscious body, and hurried away to seek help.
At the entrance of Blazing Hell (Level 4), Hannyabal stood guard, gripping his trident tightly.
Kaito's brow rose slightly. "You? I didn't expect you to stand in my way."
Hannyabal's voice trembled, but his resolve didn't falter. "This is Impel Down! Every prisoner here is a monster! I won't let you release them!"
Kaito's expression didn't change.
In the blink of an eye, his figure blurred—a silent afterimage flashed past Hannyabal. A single hand chop struck his neck.
Bang!
Hannyabal's eyes rolled up, his trident clattered to the ground, and he collapsed unconscious.
Kaito exhaled lightly and continued forward.
One Marine after another tried to block his path. Each was defeated with a single effortless blow.
Before long, Kaito arrived at the final gate—the entrance to Eternal Hell.
As he stepped through, a deep, mocking voice echoed across the level.
"I thought it was Magellan's poison stinkin' up the place… turns out it's just a brat! Did the Marines lose their damn minds, sending a kid here?"
Another voice followed, sharp and playful. "Hey, kid! Let me out, and I'll buy you some candy! Meow!"
Kaito turned toward the noise. A man draped in a fur coat of white and brown, a light purple necklace hanging loosely around his neck, and catlike eyes gleaming in the dark stared back at him. Twin horns curled from his head.
Kaito recognized him instantly—Avalo Pizarro, the King of Evil, one of the criminals Blackbeard would later recruit from this very level.
The other inmates in their isolated cells began to laugh, their eyes filled with twisted amusement.
Eternal Hell was unlike the upper levels—each prisoner here had their own sealed chamber, reinforced with pure seastone to restrain even the strongest of pirates.
Without a word, Kaito raised his palm.
A flash of dark lightning danced across his fingertips, condensing into a crescent-shaped whip of black thunder.
He swung it once.
Crack! Boom!
The seastone gate in front of Pizarro split cleanly in half, the pieces crashing to the ground.
Kaito extended his other hand, and the broken gate flew toward him under a wave of suction.
The King of Evil stepped forward, his grin fading as he studied Kaito's expression. "Tch… looks like I underestimated you, brat."
Kaito snapped his fingers.
A sharp wind blade infused with chakra formed around Pizarro's limbs, slicing through the seastone shackles that bound him.
Clink! Clink!
The shackles shattered and fell to the floor.
"Don't think setting me free means I owe you anything!" Pizarro sneered, flexing his wrists. "You'll regret this."
Kaito smirked. "You misunderstand. I freed you… so I can kill you."
For a brief moment, silence filled the cell—then Pizarro burst into laughter.
"Kill me? Hah! For freeing me, I'll make it quick for you, brat!" His eyes gleamed with malice as his aura surged. "Now, die!"
His body turned metallic black, coated in Armament Haki, and he lunged forward with a roar, his iron fist flying toward Kaito.
Boom!
His punch collided with a dark blue skeletal structure that suddenly formed around Kaito—the Susanoo.
The impact sent shockwaves through the floor, the walls quaking from the sheer force.
"Oh?" Pizarro narrowed his eyes. "You blocked it? Interesting… never seen anything like that before."
Kaito's crimson eyes spun rapidly, Mangekyō whirling like a windmill.
Two massive skeletal arms materialized from the Susanoo, blazing with blue ethereal flames.
They swung down with devastating force.
Boom!
Pizarro crossed his arms to block, but the impact hurled him backward. His feet dug deep trenches in the floor before he slammed into the seastone wall, denting it heavily.
He gritted his teeth, struggling to stand. Kaito frowned slightly, unimpressed.
He raised a hand, and an invisible suction force erupted. Pizarro's body froze in place, unable to move, dragged helplessly toward Kaito.
Pizarro's instincts screamed in alarm. Every nerve in his body told him—death was coming.
"No… no… I'll die if he touches me!" he thought frantically, fighting to break free—but the gravity pressing down on him was immovable, like the weight of a mountain.
Kaito caught him effortlessly by the throat.
"I don't have time to play games," he said coldly.
Lightning sparked in his other hand, crackling and growing until it burned with deadly intensity.
The glow reflected in Pizarro's terrified eyes.
"Wait—!"
Crackle!
The thunder struck.
Pizarro's scream echoed through the depths of Eternal Hell, and the smell of ozone filled the air.
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