After battling Rain Shiryu and Redfield, Creed felt his mastery of swordsmanship had grown sharper, his comprehension reaching a new height.
He turned to the two treasure chests quietly waiting in his system space. A smile crept across his lips.
What would he receive this time?
"Open the Golden Mystery Chest."
At his command, the golden chest erupted with dazzling light.
[Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining 'Double Speed Card' x1]
"Double Speed Card?"
With a thought, the information appeared:
[Double Speed Card]: Accelerates extraction speed, halving the required time. Note: works on any level of ability.
Creed clicked his tongue. Had his luck run out? A swordsman's heart turned into that of a reckless brute?
Useless… no, maybe not.
He recalled extracting the [Dragon God Mode] talent from Kozuki Hiyori's pet dragon. That cursed ability required two years to extract—an unbearable wait.
This card fit perfectly.
Without hesitation, he used the card. The two years instantly shrank to one.
"Not bad," he admitted. "Not a waste after all."
His eyes fell on the remaining purple chest. Purple chests usually held better rewards. Hopefully, this one would not disappoint.
"Open the Purple Mystery Chest."
The chest radiated noble purple light as it unlocked, shining brilliantly.
[Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining 'Personal Storage Space.']
Creed blinked. "Storage space?"
At once, he felt the connection. With a thought, the documents on his desk vanished—then appeared neatly within a vast, empty void he now perceived.
A personal pocket dimension. About 50 meters in each direction—large enough to fit a small ship.
Testing further, he tried to store a Den Den Mushi. It failed. Living things could not be stored.
Even so, it was immensely useful. Supplies, food, and water could now be carried without worry.
This draw yielded nothing world-shattering, but it was practical. Creed sighed, wondering if his "luck" had run dry, leaving him no more than an "African chieftain."
The next five days passed uneventfully in Impel Down. With Redfield subdued and Level 5's criminals cowed by the battle's display, no one dared stir trouble. Even Hiyori's dragon, followed by her "minions," kept the prisoners thoroughly oppressed.
The prison was peaceful. Almost harmonious.
Redfield roamed Level 5 freely under the watch of Oniyasha, the maid Creed had assigned him.
Finally, Creed's last day as warden arrived. Magellan and the others would soon return from the Reverie.
He descended once more to Level 5's Frozen Hell, finding Redfield feasting on meat and wine provided by his order.
"Not bad—meat and drink. That's life," Redfield laughed, downing a jug and belching with satisfaction. "Come then. Back to Level 6."
Twenty years locked away—just these days of freedom were enough for him.
Beside him, Domino, who had shadowed him the entire time, exhaled in relief. At last, he was returning to his cell.
Creed escorted Redfield back, locking him once more within his cage.
"Don't worry. I'm leaving now," Creed said. He found himself feeling a measure of respect for the legendary swordsman.
As Creed turned away, Redfield's eyes glimmered in the darkness. That day, during Creed's strike—"Rinne: Shura Path"—he had felt it. Buried beneath the overwhelming force of the slash was something unmistakable: the aura of Conqueror's Haki.
Redfield smiled faintly in the shadows. "Roger… this era outshines even ours. The seas swarm with strong men."
…
Back in his office, Ain helped tidy up. There wasn't much to pack. Soon Creed stood at the massive iron gates of Impel Down.
A warship awaited to escort him away.
"I'm leaving," he said to Hannibal and Domino.
The ship departed slowly, carrying Creed toward his next path.
"Finally! The warden's gone!" Hannibal crowed in secret joy. "Now, I might actually become warden someday. With him here, I had no chance!"
Hours later, a ship arrived. From it descended a towering man with horns and black wings—Magellan, the true warden of Impel Down. At his side walked a tall, voluptuous woman with a flight cap and flowing golden hair: Domino, newly promoted to Chief Jailer.
"Warden, welcome back!" Domino saluted.
Hannibal snapped to attention too. "Welcome back, Magellan! But be warned—I'll take your position one day!"
Magellan ignored the clownish words. He had heard them too many times.
He toured the prison, unease stirring after a month away. Yet what he found shocked him—every floor was eerily quiet.
Prisoners behaved better than ever, as if cowed into obedience.
Some even sighed in relief at his return.
Magellan froze. "What the hell…? Did that brat, Garp's grandson, manage this? Could he be… more suited to this post than me?"
When he reached Level 5 and saw the massive crater gouged into the ground, his face darkened completely.
(End of Chapter)
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