People Are On A Great Voyage, And I Can Bestow Evolution On All Things!

"This new director is really scary!"

"I heard that more than half of the entire Freezing Hell was killed, and none of the rebel prisoners survived."

"It is said that the new administrator was transferred from Naval Headquarters. With such strength, he is worthy of being the highest combat organization in the world government."

"With such a strong player in charge, Impel Down should be able to settle down."

Impel down outside.

The corpses were pushed out by the jailer and poured into the seawater.

Mentioning the new director, everyone couldn't help showing awe on their faces.

After all, the director suppressed the entire impel down unrest on the first day he came.

He also personally guards the entrance to the sixth floor Eternal Hell.

Freezing Hell is a damn place, it's bitingly cold, not to mention the director, even the low-level jailers like them don't want to stay longer.

The newly appointed director is simply a model of leading the way, and others cannot help but admire him.

Several jailers chatted and left.

Under the surface of the sea where the corpses were dumped, huge shadows emerged one after another.

A few shriveled undead sea beasts exuding a breath of death curled their tentacles, rolled up the corpses in the seawater, and dived into the deep sea.

Under the deep sea, a huge battleship is floating in the mud deep in the sea.

One by one, the undead wandered around the battleship, hunting and killing the approaching sea beasts.

Looking at the dozens of corpses brought by Sea Kings, Bond showed a slightly ferocious smile on the bow of the ship.

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Undead Legion!

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Impel down the fifth floor, Freezing Hell.

Ron sat cross-legged in the wind where the cold wind met, letting the sharp, knife-like wind blow on his body.

Ultimate's coldness directly penetrated the clothes and skin, as if it wanted to freeze people from the bones.

The temperature in Freezing Hell is very low, around tens of degrees below zero all year round.

Even Naval Headquarters generals would suffer severe frostbite if they stayed in such a place for a long time.

The reason why Ron took the initiative to guard this place was because of the extreme weather here.

Surviving in such an extremely harsh environment, his body would be corroded by the cold every second, as if a Logia Demon fruit power was attacking him all the time.

His skin evolution rate is ten or a hundred times that of the outside world.

After staying in this kind of place for a month at most, his skin should be able to evolve for the first time.

At that time, his physique and defense power can at least double.

Ron seemed to be back home, practicing as usual.

The temperature in Freezing Hell is extremely low. Living in this environment, the physical energy consumption will be several times that of the outside world.

However, the training effect is naturally more effective than the outside world.

"It's so hard!"

Breathing out a mouthful of white mist, as the sweat on his body was frozen, his warm body gradually became cold.

Ron felt as if his body was stiff, and the excessive loss of physical strength made him consume double the usual physical strength every time he swung a knife.

It's good to say that I just came in. After staying in this kind of place for a long time, the bones and blood seem to be frozen.

It's not bad if you can use half of your strength.

"However, this is the only way to exercise."

Ron regained his strength and continued to practice tirelessly.

When will he be able to completely adapt to this climate, without being disturbed by the Freezing Hell, and display his full combat power.

He is estimated to have reached quasi-Admiral-level combat power.

After training, Ron came to the entrance of the sixth floor of Impel down.

"Eternal Hell."

The pitch-black entrance opened its fangs like a wild beast.

Waiting for the prey to take the initiative to come to the door.

Ron rubbed his chin with a look of interest.

He really wanted to see what was being held here.

Tread Tread!

Stepping on the steps, he slowly walked into the sixth floor.

"Ron Warden!"

The chief warden who was guarding the criminals on the sixth floor quickly got up and shouted.

Ron waved his hand.

"Is there nothing going on inside?"

"No!"

The warden shook his head.

"The Eternal Hell only sends food and water every three to seven days, barely keeping these criminals alive, and the criminals inside have no energy at all."

Ron clicked his tongue. Fortunately, the vitality of the people in Pirate World is quite tenacious, and they can't die after starving for three to five days.

Otherwise, I'm afraid the sixth floor of Eternal Hell would have been empty long ago.

No wonder the pirates outside are scared when they mention Impel down.

This place is said to be a prison cell, but it is actually more like an execution ground.

The people sent here live in a state where life is worse than death every day, not to mention resistance, even survival is a problem.

Every day is either fleeing or living in fear.

Compared to Blazing Hell and Freezing Hell, life in Eternal Hell is pretty good.

At least there is no need to be tortured to death.

Of course, it's probably not that the World government doesn't want to, it's just that the strength of the people imprisoned here is too terrifying.

Ordinary punishment is of no use to them at all, and it may even give them a chance to escape.

Killing and not wanting to kill, being sleepy but not being able to.

I can only still be hungry in here, exhausted from hunger, and have no energy to resist, so naturally I am obedient.

"Open the sixth floor, I want to go down and have a look."

Ron said flatly.

The warden took out the key respectfully and opened the entrance gate on the sixth floor.

This is the most heavily guarded and most important place in Impel Down, and it would definitely not be so easy for someone else to get in.

However, Ron is naturally different.

He is the interim director of Impel down, it is said to be temporary, but before the new director takes office, there is no difference between him and the director.

He has the final say on the entire Impel down.

In the dark corridor, a faint light flickered.

In such a quiet atmosphere, even a needle falling on the ground can be clearly heard.

On both sides of the corridor, there are separate prisons, and the prisoners are placed at intervals.

There are thick shackles connected to the walls, which lock those who are strong in physical skills and Haki. As for the Demon fruit power, an additional pair of seastone shackles will be presented.

Monster jailers patrol the corridors one by one, and phone bugs are placed in every corner and blind spot.

The entire sixth floor, every corner is under surveillance by the jailer.

This is Eternal Hell, where Impel down is most heavily guarded.

Several monster jailors who were patrolling turned a blind eye to Ron who walked in, even showing some flattery and awe.

Ron was slightly taken aback, and looked down at the jet-black uniform on his body, which was the exclusive uniform of Director Impel Down.

Equivalent to Naval Headquarters' Admiral's exclusive cape.

Very iconic stuff.

These low-intelligence monster jailers probably recognize people through their clothes.

"Hey kid, this is not the place for you."

"Look at this uniform, Impel down for a new warden?"

"Why, the previous warden retired."

"Retired? I'm afraid he died at sea."

Inside the prison, the shackled prisoners looked at Ron maliciously.

Before they were caught in Impel down, they were the overlords of the side that ran amuck at sea. Even if they were imprisoned in Impel down, their unruly nature could not be changed.

"Teach this kid a lesson!"

An unscrupulous voice sounded, and immediately after that, a tyrannical and domineering aura surged like a king, looking down on the world.

This momentum rolled like a sea wave, and the rolling wave stirred up the dust on the ground and blew Ron's hair.

For a moment, the whole world was rendered dark purple.

The other prisoners who were being held let Observation Haki go, gloating and watching the good show.

They want to see if the new warden is qualified to manage them.

"Conqueror's Haki? That's it?"

Sensing the peeping eyes around him, Ron frowned and grinned.

The aura on his body rose bit by bit, like a waking beast pounced forward, ferocious with tyranny.

A steady stream of Conqueror's Haki filled the entire sixth floor.

But Ron stood where he was, like an indelible rock.

No matter how much the opponent's Conqueror's Haki hits, it will not be shaken in the slightest.

What's more, that ferocious aura is like a destructive sharp knife, piercing deeply into the opponent's Conqueror's domain.

Cut open the powerful field of aura, and continue to extend forward, trying to subdue the master of this Conqueror's Haki in turn.

"Interesting! I also want to try this kid's weight!"

Another voice rang out, and a surge of no less Conqueror's Haki came.

Although they are held here, the World government is not capable of suppressing the Conqueror's Haki.

Chains can only bind their bodies, but not their wills.

(It’s really strange, that is to say, in the timeline of thirty years ago, why many people say that He Vice Admiral is an old woman. Could it be that the heroine chooses a fertilized egg that has not yet been born.)

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