"Warden Magellan! Warden Magellan, it's bad—really bad!"
Inside Impel Down's Burning Hell, the panicked voice of a jailer echoed through the corridor.
He was frantically pounding on the door of the restroom.
Inside, the one currently "occupied" was none other than the prison's warden—Magellan himself.
Thanks to the side effects of the Venom-Venom Fruit, Magellan spent a significant portion of every day in the restroom.
Out of 24 hours, half went to sleep, four to paperwork, and the remaining eight hours… to toilet duty.
"What's with all the noise? Don't you see I'm in the middle of something important here?!"
Magellan's irritated voice came from behind the door.
Couldn't a man have a moment's peace?
"Warden—it's an emergency! Someone's invaded Impel Down! They've already reached Crimson Hell!"
There was a moment of silence—then the door burst open.
Magellan stormed out, not even bothering to adjust his uniform, grabbed the trembling guard by the collar, and shouted,
"What did you just say?!"
"An intruder, sir! They've already reached the second level! Vice Warden Hannyabal has been defeated!"
When Malverick first entered the first floor, the guards had tried to alert Magellan immediately.
But since their warden was… preoccupied, they had gone to Hannyabal instead.
Hannyabal, loyal and brave, had rushed to confront the invader—
Only to be smashed into the wall with a single strike.
Even now, his head was still embedded there.
With Hannyabal down, there was no one capable of stopping Malverick's advance.
Within minutes, he had stormed into Crimson Hell.
"Unbelievable! Who would dare?!"
"It's Malverick—the Dark King Malverick! He's here!"
"What?!"
Magellan's face darkened instantly.
After a brief pause, he made his decision.
"Notify Marine Headquarters. I'll handle him myself."
By the time Magellan reached the battlefield, Malverick had already forced his way down to Level 3 — Hunger Hell.
The pirates imprisoned on the upper floors were weak, and the guards couldn't stop him at all.
And there, among the chaos, Malverick encountered another notable figure—
Shiryu of the Rain, Chief Jailer of Impel Down.
At this point in time, Shiryu hadn't yet been imprisoned for his notorious "cleansing" of inmates.
Together with Magellan, he formed the iron wall of Impel Down—his strength nearly equal to the warden's own.
[Shiryu of the Rain — No Devil Fruit. Power Level: Stellar. Defeating will not yield points.]
[Magellan — Paramecia-type Venom-Venom Fruit. Power Level: Stellar. Defeating will not yield points.]
"Shiryu! You're here too!"
Magellan was both surprised and relieved.
He'd been worried that facing Malverick alone might not be enough—but with Shiryu at his side, their odds were much better.
"Hmph. Causing chaos inside my prison? That's something I can't ignore."
Shiryu drew his blade, Raindrop, the steel gleaming coldly under the torchlight.
Seeing this, Malverick chuckled softly.
"Interesting… So these are Impel Down's best defenders? You two are the only ones worth my time."
"Come at me together. Don't make this too boring."
Behind him, massive black wings unfolded—
The mark of Mostima, the spirit of endless flight.
Aside from giving him flight, those wings could also cut like blades.
"Hmph! Then let's see if you can handle this!"
Shiryu darted forward, his sword flashing down in a lightning-fast arc.
Clang!
The strike was parried effortlessly—Mostima's wing-blades intercepting the blow with a metallic ring.
But Shiryu didn't relent.
He vanished and reappeared around Malverick, his blade slashing from every direction.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Dozens of sparks flew in an instant—
Yet not a single strike touched Malverick.
"Shiryu, stand back!"
Magellan's voice thundered—and the air filled with the hiss of corrosive energy.
From above, a massive wave of purple poison rained down.
Shiryu immediately leapt aside; he knew better than to touch the warden's toxins.
"Poison? That's it?"
Malverick spread his wings and flapped once—
A violent gust tore through the air, blowing the purple venom straight back toward Magellan.
In response, Magellan and Shiryu joined forces, launching a coordinated assault.
Even so, Malverick moved with calm precision, completely in control.
At Marine Headquarters, the report hit hard.
"What did you just say?! Someone attacked Impel Down?!"
Kong, the Commander-in-Chief, slammed a fist on his desk.
Impel Down was one of the World Government's most critical strongholds—if it fell, the consequences would be catastrophic.
When he learned that both Magellan and Shiryu were already engaged in battle, his tension eased slightly—but only slightly.
"Send reinforcements immediately," Kong ordered.
And the man he sent… was one Malverick knew well.
Kuzan — the future Admiral Aokiji.
At this time, Kuzan was still a Vice Admiral and a candidate for Admiral promotion.
According to the plan, once Kong retired and Sengoku became Fleet Admiral,
the three candidates—Akainu, Kizaru, and Aokiji—would ascend as full Admirals.
"Kuzan, move out. Quickly. Impel Down must not fall."
"Yes, sir."
And with that, Aokiji departed—heading for Impel Down at full speed.
Meanwhile, back in the prison—
Boom!
A powerful strike from Malverick sent Magellan crashing back, sliding over ten meters before stopping.
Shiryu, meanwhile, was grazed by a volley of razor-sharp feathers launched from Mostima's wings.
Malverick sighed lightly. "Enough of this. I didn't come here just to spar with you two."
In an instant, his presence shifted—his aura now sharp and oppressive, carrying the weight of a true King-tier being.
Against two Stellar-level opponents, he no longer needed to hold back.
"Darkness—Condense."
Malverick pressed his palm to the ground.
A massive black vortex erupted outward, its gravitational pull overwhelming.
Both Magellan and Shiryu felt their bodies being dragged toward its center.
Shiryu resisted with sheer willpower and Armament Haki, stabilizing himself.
But Magellan—his physical endurance already limited by his condition—wasn't so lucky.
Struggling desperately, he was pulled helplessly toward Malverick.
Within seconds, the warden was within arm's reach.
Dark energy surged through Malverick's hand—
He struck Magellan square in the chest.
Thud!
The warden coughed up blood, collapsing to one knee before Malverick.
"Magellan!" Shiryu roared, slashing once more—
But Malverick raised a single hand and caught the blade effortlessly.
"Trying to save him?" he said coldly. "You're not strong enough."
And with that, he placed his palm upon Magellan's head—dark energy gathering once more.
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