[ Chat Group ]
Kasumigaoka Utaha: "So, Mr. World Noble… did he actually manage to subdue those people?"
Yamamoto Mei: "Not quite. Shiryu and Stussy seem to have made up their minds, but Akainu and Magellan are still on the fence."
Miyuki Uchiha: "Tch, lame! With the Chaos Dragon Leviathan's power, even if His Highness Jaeger can't destroy the entire One Piece world, he's gotta be pretty damn close, right?"
Yamamoto Mei: "…You really are hopeless. That's the dumbest take I've heard all day."
Yamamoto Mei: "Think for a second, will you? The One Piece world is probably Jaeger-kun's main stage. If he turns it into chaos and wipes out every potential Character or legend, what's left for him? It'd be like a dragon slayer with no dragons left to slay."
Esdeath: "Mei does have a point… but that only matters if cross-world travel doesn't happen anytime soon."
Esdeath: "So really, it's not something we need to worry about… at least, not yet."
--
Truth be told, Jaeger just scoffed at Miyuki Uchiha's reckless comment.
He wasn't some war-crazed lunatic or genocidal maniac.
Why the hell would he wreck the One Piece world for no reason?
It wasn't like the women here were lacking—princesses, queens, nobles… soft to the touch, and dangerously charming.
What was the point of power if not to enjoy it?
Just as Mei had said, his [System Reward] depended on powerful individuals—those standing at the peak of their worlds—to awaken new treasures.
The One Piece world was his ocean.
And he was the fisherman.
Fish too violently, and you'd drain the sea dry. Then what would be left to catch?
Until he could travel freely between worlds, it was better to fish slowly—to raise the strongest, most dazzling catches one by one.
--
Under Magellan's lead—the new Warden of Impel Down—Jaeger and his group descended to the gates of Level 6.
In just a few hours, Jaeger had completely recovered his stamina… and personally executed over a thousand inmates.
More than nine hundred from Levels 1 through 4 yielded nothing.
No Noble Phantasm.
Clearly, they didn't even qualify as footnotes in history.
The rest—those from Level 5—were slightly better.
At least they triggered the [Hand of Hermes], producing a few Noble Phantasms.
But the quality? Pathetic.
Most were worse than the disposable blades Gilgamesh tossed around in the Fate world.
Some couldn't even match a decent high-grade katana from One Piece.
It was like pulling ten times in a gacha and getting nothing but R-rank junk.
Jaeger stood before the massive gate of Level 6, silent, thoughtful.
Where had it gone wrong?
Were the prisoners too weak?
Too obscure?
That didn't add up. Level 5 inmates were monsters—each one a tyrant capable of wrecking a sea.
Then again… maybe the Noble Phantasm weren't fixed.
Maybe luck was part of the equation.
The Chaos Dragon Leviathan he'd drawn earlier was practically a god-tier pull. His luck must've peaked right then.
With no better theory, Jaeger sighed and opened the group chat, and posted this question that was bothering him slightly.
[ Chat Group ]
Miyuki Uchiha: "No idea, Your Highness. My brain's full of girls and tropes. I'm basically the kind of protagonist who breaks out in hives whenever thinking is required."
Sakura Tohsaka: "I'm sorry, Jaeger-nii… Sakura doesn't understand either."
Kasumigaoka Utaha: "Apologies… I'm not feeling well. I've never seen that many people die all at once before."
Esdeath: "It's both. Strength and fame decide the floor. Luck decides the ceiling."
Yamamoto Mei: "Agreed. But we'll need more data before jumping to conclusions."
Nerona Jaeger: "Got it. We move forward."
--
Jaeger closed the chat window and motioned toward the final gate.
"Open it," he said calmly.
"…Please go easy on them, Saint Jaeger."
Magellan's voice trembled as he clutched his stomach, his own poison still eating away at him. His expression twisted somewhere between fear and despair as he turned the massive key.
He knew he'd lost it.
If the Five Elders ever discovered that he'd let Saint Jaeger turn Impel Down into a slaughterhouse, they'd flay him alive.
Jaeger, on the other hand?
He'd walk away untouched.
Hummmm—
The massive gate shuddered open.
Immediately, Jaeger felt it—over a dozen sharp Observation Haki signatures locking onto him, probing his presence.
"What now? Didn't they just drop food last month?"
"Heh, I know that guy—Akainu, right? That magma punk from the Navy?"
"Magellan, Shiryu… what's this? You two here to put on a show? I'd pay to see Shiryu dance in a bikini—but Magellan? Ugh, I'd rather die."
"You know what—" a hoarse voice rasped from the darkness, dripping with hunger and filth.
"I wouldn't mind Magellan either. Haven't tasted a woman in years… I'd swallow the poison if it meant bending that bastard over! Hahaha!"
"Get out—ugh! I'm gonna puke!" another prisoner gagged in disgust.
That only made the others burst out laughing.
Their laughter echoed off the cold steel walls, crude and feral, like beasts that had long forgotten what sanity felt like.
No one spared Jaeger a second glance.
He wasn't wearing the pompous Celestial Dragon uniform. No glass bubble. No gilded coat.
Just a man in elegant black—composed, noble, dangerously calm.
The kind of face that made women sigh… and made men instinctively clench their jaws.
Jaeger's eyes narrowed.
Noisy.
Disrespectful.
"Shut them up, Magellan."
Jaeger's tone was calm—almost bored. Like a nobleman dusting off his sleeve after brushing against something filthy.
"Yes, Saint Jaeger!"
Without a moment's hesitation, Magellan unleashed his poison.
A sharp hiss filled the air as the heavy stench of venom spread through the floor.
"AAAHHHHH!!"
"DAMMIT—IT'S MAGELLAN'S VENOM! IT BURNS—!!"
Their screams tore through the silence… and then, as quickly as they came, they faded.
Moments later, the only sounds that remained were ragged breaths and faint whimpers.
They weren't dead.
But they desperately wished they were.
Jaeger stepped forward, his boots echoing softly against the iron floor.
"How many are imprisoned here?"
"Forty-seven in total," Magellan answered quickly, bowing his head. "Most have bounties between a hundred and five hundred million. A few exceed one billion… and only two surpass three billion."
Of course, one of them was Gol D. Roger—the Pirate King who had surrendered not long ago.
The other… was 'Red the Aloof' Patrick Redfield, the madman who had once defeated a Fleet Admiral single-handedly.
Forty-seven might not sound like much—but in this place, it was monumental.
In another timeline, Blackbeard would've made these monsters slaughter each other, leaving only a handful to escape.
But this wasn't that timeline.
"Get out," Jaeger said. "Wait outside."
Magellan hesitated—then nodded and retreated.
Jaeger drew one of his lesser blades from his newly acquired collection. A worthless weapon, by his standards… but it would do.
He walked into the darkness of Level 6, each step slow.
His presence alone was like a sharpened edge, cutting through the oppressive air.
"It's hunting time," he murmured.
A faint smirk touched his lips.
"…vermin."