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The deep-sea prison was cloaked in eternal night.
At the passage leading out of Level 2...
A voice echoed before the man himself appeared.
Accompanied by the slithering retreat of a massive poison dragon, a towering figure slowly stepped into view from around the corner.
He was known in the original timeline as the 'strongest man in Impel Down' — a man who only worked four hours a day due to chronic bathroom emergencies.
Magellan, Chief Warden of Impel Down.
"Magellan, huh?"
"So you finally showed up."
Rokuya wasn't surprised to see him.
After all, as the warden, Magellan was bound to appear eventually.
Why he hadn't until now was another story.
"Hmph!"
'Rokuya, you lunatic…'
'It's only been a few minutes, and you've already turned this place into a slaughterhouse!'
Magellan glanced around. The stench of blood was thick in the air.
Of course, it wasn't as if he had been deliberately stalling.
He had his own problems.
As a user of a Paramecia-type Devil Fruit, Magellan's Doku Doku no Mi (Venom-Venom Fruit) made his entire body toxic.
Even his breath was poisonous. His food? Tainted by his own fumes.
Every meal turned into a disaster, followed by hours spent on the toilet.
That's right.
He was late because he'd been stuck in the toilet again.
Who could have guessed that everything would fall apart like this in just a few minutes?
With a heavy sigh, he turned to Hannyabal, who was lying nearby in a pool of blood and barely conscious.
'You did well...'
'You'd better survive, damn it. I still need someone to take my place when I retire.'
He handed Hannyabal over to the guards who had come with him.
Then his eyes turned.
Locked onto Rokuya.
His expression hardened.
"Hmph."
'You've been locked up for so long, and now you want to escape?'
"So what'll it be?"
"Are you going to surrender quietly?
Or die here, rotting in your own arrogance?"
'Because I'm warning you – my poison doesn't care who you are.'
Magellan's voice was low but sharp.
As Warden of Impel Down, he held absolute authority. Life and death were in his hands, even for a prisoner sent by the World Government's own CP agents.
Rokuya just smiled.
'I'm not the same man who walked into this hell years ago.'
"Besides…"
Today, I'm walking out."
There was no fear in his eyes, nor panic in his voice.
Magellan narrowed his eyes.
He remembered Rokuya's file from when he was first admitted. According to the CP agents, Rokuya had no Devil Fruit powers whatsoever.
But now?
This strength... this strange ability...
None of it made sense.
GURGLE…
Magellan suddenly clutched his stomach.
The urge was returning.
But there was no time for that now.
With a grimace, he activated his power.
Thick purple venom dripped from his skin, hissing and burning as it ate through the floor beneath him.
"Poison Dragon!"
No more playing around.
Magellan summoned three enormous venom dragons, each formed from seething, corrosive poison.
They roared and lunged at Rokuya, their movements distorting the air around them.
They were fast. Terrifying. Lethal.
But Rokuya's body flickered and vanished like a shadow.
Whoosh!
The dragons missed, crashing into the ground and exploding into huge pools of toxic sludge.
The corridor floor was now unusable — no one could stand there without melting.
But what about Rokuya?
He waved his hand.
A swarm of blood bats materialised beneath his feet, lifting him into the air.
He floated above the poisonous swamp, completely unperturbed.
"... You can summon creatures too?"
'So, you really do have a Devil Fruit...'
Magellan frowned, surprised and disappointed.
His strategy was simple: to coat the entire floor in venom and trap Rokuyo without giving him a place to stand.
But the plan had already failed.
And the fact that Rokuya could fly? Unnerving.
"Hmph!"
"Then let's end this quickly!"
'Rokuya, forcing me to use this move means you've earned your place in hell!'
His stomach churned again.
No more delays.
Magellan unleashed his ultimate technique.
'Venom Demon: Judgment of Hell!"
BOOM!
A deep red wave of venom surged from his body — far more potent than the purple kind.
It gathered behind him and formed into a massive, red, demonic giant in the shape of a skull-faced monster of pure poison.
The pressure was suffocating.
The air turned heavy.
Everyone nearby could feel it.
This wasn't just an attack.
It was an execution.