“El! Boss!”

  On Level 5.5 of the prison, Gerd aeam returned, ying a pile of Devil Fruits before El. The new recruits of the Fallen Angel Pirates were stunned, uo believe their eyes as they took in the legendary fruits—each worth millions on the high seas.

  El surveyed the colle with a slight smile, noting the variety of fruits. Most were ordinary, but a few rare oood out. He gestured to Moss to gather them up.

  “There were a total of 352 prisoners still alive on the fifth level,” Gerd reported cheerfully. “I went ahead and collected their souls too. We should be able to create several high-quality ‘Knight-Level’ or even ‘Bishop-Level’ Homies from them!”

  Prisoners on the fifth level were signifitly strohan those on the previous floors. The weakest among them could rival Marine Rear Admirals, while the stro could easily match Vice Admirals.

  “Tch, what a pity,” Uthaed. “With prisoners freezing to death daily, we missed out on a lot of souls. The Freezing Hell has the fewest surviving inmates across all levels.”

  El turo Ryan, the crew’s stist with the powers of the Munch-Munch Fruit. “Ryan, are there enough materials?”

  “I munched on some prison cells and refined a det amount of material,” Ryan chuckled. “It’s not enough to build tens of thousands of angelic robots, but with the ‘resources’ here, we’ll have enough to create a few top-level angel robots.”

  “Good. o rush,” El replied with a smile. “Sally has already mapped out some of the Wover’s resource isnds. Once we finish here, we’ll go ‘borrow’ some more raw materials.”

  “Now, it’s time to head to the Eternal Hell.”

  He stood up and looked to Uthan, the Door-Door Fruit user. Like the Freezing Hell, the sixth-level Eternal Hell was isoted from other floors. The crew had already seized trol of the surveiln, with “Warden Ian” c for them. For now, they even had Guard Captain Buder trol, just like the real Warden Ian.

  “No problem!” Uthan nodded, opening a rge Air Door with his powers.

  “Swoosh—”

  In the dim, foul-smelling corridors of Eternal Hell, a massive Air Door opened, catg the attention of some inmates.

  El, restored to his er form with dark wings and fmes bzing behind his head, stepped through, followed by Gerd, over teers tall, and a team including Uthan, Moss, Barry, and Ryan.

  “Hmm?”

  “New arrivals?”

  “Heh, you must be joking.”

  “No… they’re not guards…”

  “That massive build… are they giants?”

  “Gray hair, bck wings, and fmes…”

  “Is that… a Lunarian from legend?”

  In the vast, shadowy corridors, El's fierce glow illumihe gloom. His t figure and dark, fme-wreathed form evoked the very image of a fallen angel from myth. Alongside him, the masked Gerd in her reaper’s cloak, gripping a massive scythe, appeared equally fearsome, filling the prisoners with both awe and fear.

  “Hey, are you here to break us out?”

  “Free me, and I’ll pledge myself to you!”

  “El, the Fallen Angel? Heard there was a Lunarian raising hell out there. Must be you, huh?”

  “They say you kidnapped a Celestial Dragon and even took down an Admiral. One hell of a feat…”

  “Please, let me out…”

  “g, g!”

  The entire level of Eternal Hell erupted into chaos.

  tless prisoners crowded against their cell bars, hammering shackles against doors, shoutiedly. Some inmates even reted tales of El’s exploits—the attaariposts, the audacious kidnapping of a Celestial Dragon, and the defeat of an admiral. Whether these tales came from retly imprisoned victs or were overheard from fearful prison staff remained unclear.

  But amidst the chaos, a small number of prisoners remained silent, watg from the shadows with cold detat.

  “Suoise…”

  El’s gaze sharpened as he spoke coldly, “Quiet, you worthless fools!”

  A terrifying wave of queror’s Haki surged outward, shaking the very walls of Eternal Hell. The structure itself seemed to tremble, as if it might crader the pressure. Prisoners all around paled, staring at El in horror, uo fathom such overwhelming power. Yet a select few, showing no sign of fear, remained unshaken by the oppressive force.

  “Take the prisoners in cells 601 and 602. Leave the Seastone cuffs on for now,” El ordered coolly, gng toward two nearby cells taining prisoners with notably powerful presences. “As for those in cells 603 through 618—retrieve them immediately.”

  Under “Warden Sally’s” and, prisohroughout all levels, including the sixth level of Eternal Hell, had already been moved. Devil Fruit users had been pced in designated cells. Only those deemed useful were set aside for further sideration, while the rest faced a different fate—their souls would be harvested.

  Gerd, wearing a demon mask with a wicked grin, gave a dark, sinister ugh, her eyes gleaming with twisted anticipation. “Leave it to me!”

  “What are you going to do?” Some prisoners, sensing the ominous tone, began to look around anxiously.

  “What, you ask?” Gerd’s eerie green eyes focused on them, her gaze as cold and sharp as a predator’s. “Why, I’m here to take you all away… but only your souls!”

  “What?!”

  “Are you crazy?!”

  “Hey, this isn’t funny!”

  “What’s the point of killing us?”

  “Damn it, don’t mess with us like that!”

  “Someone! Help!”

  “Blood Prison Ian, are you blind or something? Don’t you see what’s going on?”

  Realizing the gravity of the situation, the prisrew visibly frightehough they had grown aced to the despair of fi, the sudden prospect of their lives being harvested filled them with horror.

  Gerd’s voice turned cold and sharp as she sneered, “Scream all you want… No one’s ing for you.”

  She stepped forward, her cloaked figure tall and imposing, and uttered chilling words: “I’ll guide you… straight to the real hell.”

  Moving with purpose, she approached the cell, her voice a haunting whisper, “Life… or death?”

  “What is this?”

  “It feels like my soul is leaving…”

  “No, I choose life!”

  “Argh!”

  Eternal Hell desded into a true nightmare. Screams of terror, curses, and wails of despair filled the air, blending into a horrific chorus as Gerd harvested souls one by ohe prisoners who initially dismissed her threats quickly fell silent, paralyzed by terror as the nightmare became real.

  “Life… or death?” Gerd’s chilling voice echoed throughout the level as she moved from cell to cell, reaping souls without mercy.

  Amidst the cries and chaos, El walked down the corridn the pleas and curses. Leaving the soul harvesting and Devil Fruit retrieval to Gerd and Ryan, he approached the depths of Eternal Hell, stopping before a massive cell that dwarfed the others.

  Behind the bars, two giant figures, ed and shackled, stared back at him.

  “You two,” El said, his voiwavering. “Giants from the West Blue, correct?”

  “In honor of your heritage, I’m willing t you out of here… if you’ll join me. What do you say?”

  Within the cell stood two young giants, their hulking forms bound by s thicker than a man’s arm. El suspected that if he didn’t offer them freedom, they would eventually be sacrificed to the Wover’s monstrous gigantification experiments.

  In the darkened cell, the two giants exged gnces.

  “Yo ho ho ho… What do you say, brother?” one asked with a ugh.

  “I’m all in,” the iant, Jace, replied with a sly grin. “Heh heh heh!”

  Bleam