Chapter 392: Sixth Level

Chapter 392: Sixth Level

The sixth level of Impel Down, the Infinite Hell, is where the worst of the worst are held. These are the inmates whose heinous crimes or wicked identities have earned them a lifetime of imprisonment in this desolate place, where they will never again see the light of day.

Unlike the man-eating beasts and scorching heat of previous levels, the prisoners here are spared hunger and cold, but at the cost of utter boredom. They are confined to dark, icy cells, where they will remain until they die, with only the prison guards who deliver their meals providing any human contact.

For these once fearsome pirates, who once ruled the seas with an iron fist, this monotonous existence of waiting for death is a truly unbearable fate.

When Allan, accompanied by Mr. 1, Mr. 2, and Mr. 3, arrives at the sixth level from the fifth, their presence is quickly detected by the guards in the surveillance room.

“Intruders detected on the sixth level! Report to Warden Magellan!” the guards immediately spring into action.

The cells on this level are enormous, each containing varying numbers of prisoners. Some hold only one inmate, while others contain several.

As Allan and his companions explore the level, they soon find themselves trapped at the staircase, which has been sealed shut by massive iron bars.

“Oh no, the staircase is closed! We’re stuck here,” Mr. 3 exclaims.

“That gate must be made of Seastone,” Mr. 2 theorizes.

“Judging from their behavior, it seems like they intend to keep us trapped here on this level and then capture us,” Mr. 1 furrowed his brow.

These three members of the Baroque Works are all Devil Fruit users. Faced with seastone, they have no way of defending themselves. Once they are trapped on the sixth level, it is a death sentence for them.

Feeling increasingly anxious, the three of them worry that they won’t be able to leave the sixth level. Seeing this, Allan remains calm and reassures them, “Don’t worry, these mere iron bars can’t hold us. I have the ability to get us out.”

“I’ll try,” said Mr. 3.

Soon, Mr. 3 had sealed off the staircase completely with his wax. The Knockout gas was now contained, but a small amount had already seeped into the level. Fortunately, it didn’t seem to affect Allan and his group too much.

“Good job,” said Allan.

Mr. 3 let out a bitter laugh, unable to share Allan’s optimism. “We might have blocked the gas, but now we’re even more trapped. It’ll be even harder for us to escape.”

At this, Mr. 1 and Mr. 2 became agitated. It was indeed a problem.

However, Allan seemed unfazed and calmly said, “Don’t worry, there must be other exits or passages to leave from, otherwise how did those jailers get in to capture us?”

“You make a good point,” Bon Clay agreed, and with that, the three of them finally breathed a sigh of relief.

“Let’s go find Crocodile now,” Allan suggested. “I believe the jailers won’t be coming down so soon. After all, the stairway has been blocked off, so they should be coming in through other means. Once we find Crocodile, we can leave through the same way the jailers came in.”

“Should we also free the others?” Mr. 3 asked.

“I originally planned to free them, but they didn’t seem too pleased with our arrival earlier, so let’s just release Crocodile and leave the others behind,” Allan replied.

Upon hearing Allan’s decision, none of the others objected. After all, except for Crocodile, the pirates on the sixth floor had no relation to them, so whether or not they were rescued was inconsequential. Furthermore, the pirates had displayed rude behavior towards them earlier, so there was no telling if they would even be appreciated if they were freed. Hence, it was better to just leave them behind.