nyslfriends Chương 911: Chapter 911: Volume 4 – Chapter 430: Is There No Justice Left in This World?
Chương 911: Chapter 911: Volume 4 – Chapter 430: Is There No Justice Left in This World?
Chương 911: Chapter 911: Volume 4 – Chapter 430: Is There No Justice Left in This World? "—How did you know he was Zephyr-sensei's student!?"
Magellan's panicked, high-pitched voice shattered the suffocating silence of the prison. He stared in disbelief at the eerie, pale-haired figure before him.
The man's lips curled into a wicked smile.
"It was just a guess before," he said softly, "but now I'm certain." 1
Magellan froze, his face draining of color.hing they all knew was real—
That name.
Rogers Daren.
Even if the stories were lies, the bounty wasn't. A five-billion-Belly bounty didn't just appear out of thin air.
And now, that same man—the nightmare of the World Government—was standing before them, alive and well. 1
Worse yet, he wasn't here as a prisoner. He'd walked in freely... as Impel Down's warden.
If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they would have thought it a fever dream.
Wait a damn second—everyone here's a criminal! So why are we the ones chained up, starving in the dark, while he strolls in, puffing cigars and flaunting his Haki like a showman?
What kind of twisted justice is that!?
For the first time, these "world-class criminals" felt an absurd, almost comical urge—to call the Marines.
"Honestly..."
Daren sighed and shook his head, lifting a hand to remove the bat-shaped mask. A faint, amused smile curved his lips.
"As I thought, this disguise only works on idiots."
For a heartbeat, Eternal Hell went completely still.
Then—
"Damn brat!"
"What did you just say!?"
"You looking to die!?"
"Let me out, and I'll tear your head clean off!"
"..."
Raging shouts erupted from every direction, crashing through the darkness like a storming sea.
Daren, however, looked completely bored. He idly dug at his ear.
Without so much as a motion, a streak of blue lightning snapped through the air.
Shhhk!
Instantly, every pirate fell silent.
"Gulp..."
The faint sound of nervous swallowing echoed across the cells. The prisoners froze stiff, their bodies trembling, too terrified to move.
Because a razor-sharp metal spike had burst through the iron bars, pressing coldly against each of their throats.
The suffocating proximity of death sent beads of cold sweat rolling down their faces.
Only then did they remember—this man wasn't some ordinary warden of Impel Down. He was a reaper, one whose methods were far crueler than any of theirs.
"Ah, that's better. Quiet now... I'm trying to have a conversation."
Daren raised his index finger to his lips in a light "shh" gesture, smiling faintly.
"I'd rather not have to kill you all so soon."
The prisoners' pupils constricted sharply, their hearts pounding.
That look in his eyes—he wasn't bluffing. The killing intent that had flashed just now was all too real.
Daren turned his attention back to Redfield, his tone calm and measured.
"Marine or criminal—it's all just a title given by the world."
"Allegiances, sides... for people like us, do they really matter?"
Redfield's lips curved into an intrigued smile.
"You see things more clearly than Garp or Zephyr ever did. Zephyr taught himself quite the student."
He slowly raised his hands. The heavy, cold shackles around his wrists clanked together, the metallic rattle echoing through the silence.
"So then... before we fight," he said softly, eyes glinting with interest, "will you be the one to unlock my chains?"