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After Golden Lion's escape attempt, security at Impel Down was immediately tightened. However, as the prisoners on the sixth level remained calm, vigilance gradually relaxed once more.
In the pitch-black darkness, Rojen remained in constant training, waking only occasionally. Ironically, the sixth level of the prison had become a secluded haven, isolated from the outside world yet rich in spiritual energy. This allowed Rojen to focus entirely on his training.
Time flowed silently by. While storms raged in the outside world, the prison remained eerily silent.
Eventually, the sixth level's defenses reverted to their original state. One day, a voice called out from among the prisoners:
"Rojen, can you still get the key?"
The voice was hoarse, startling Rojen awake from his training and causing him to frown slightly.
"There are still some difficulties. We need to wait for the right opportunity," Rojen replied, though he was growing impatient.
"What difficulties? You brat! Are you trying to leave us here to rot?" The voice suddenly grew frantic, erupting into a furious roar.
Rojen's brow furrowed even deeper.
"My apologies, but I never said I would rescue you," he stated flatly.
With that, he closed his eyes again, blocking out all five senses as he sank back into deep-level Traning.
Not only was this man a complete stranger with no connection to him, but even when it came to Golden Lion, Rojen had hesitated for a long time before deciding to rescue him at the opportune moment. Yet this impatient fool had attempted a solo breakout, abandoning Rojen without a shred of gratitude.
It was this incident that made Rojen realize there was truly nothing good to be found in this sixth-level maximum-security prison. Everyone locked up here was a savage, utterly depraved and vicious.
"Damn you, you little brat! You're courting death! If we were outside, I'd twist your head off and kick it around like a ball!" the savage's voice roared, spewing curses.
Rojen ignored the curses, lost in his own world as he continued his training.
The One Qi, Three Revolutions technique was immensely effective, but further training required even greater quantities of magical power. By this point, Rojen's internal magic power had not only fully recovered but had even surpassed its previous levels.
"Busoshoku can now cover both arms, both legs, and half my torso."
"Not enough!"
Closing his eyes, he rapidly converted his Busoshoku back into One Qi. Rojen continued to train his magical power, drawing upon the abundant spiritual energy of the Seabed Great Prison, which surged toward him in swirling vortexes. The faint breezes even reached his neighboring cellmates, leaving them perplexed.
In this pitch-black hell, time had lost all meaning. Rojen's only measure of progress was his steadily increasing strength. When his Busoshoku could cover both arms, both legs, and reach his chest, he finally snapped back to consciousness.
This time, he used his Sharingan to control a prison beast, forcing it to hunt cooked meals for him. He then summoned a jailer, ensnared him with Genjutsu, and compelled him to retrieve the keys.
Five keys, this time for leg shackles, sent the jailers into another frenzy.
Through these conditional exchanges, Rojen reaped another windfall and retreated into seclusion, utterly content.
When he awoke again, his Busoshoku Haki, Armament Haki, had nearly covered his entire body, with only a tiny portion around his eyes remaining.
"One final push, and I'll be free!"
His gaze sharpened, yet Rojen forced himself to remain calm, especially now.
Conquering the final forehead area took longer than before, but when he finally awoke, he stood up.
"Full-body Armament Haki! I've achieved it!"
Glancing down at the shackles on his wrists and ankles, he let out a cold laugh.
"Keys? I don't need them!"
He clenched his fist, shot it out, and in the blink of an eye, swirling layers of air currents coiled around his right arm, rapidly turning pitch-black. Three breaths later, Rojen slammed his fist against the cage.
Boom!
The cage trembled violently. The immense sound shook the other prisoners, who all snapped their eyes open and turned to stare.
"What do you think you're doing, kid?"
"You actually think you can break out of this cage?"
"Don't even bother dreaming! The material of this cage is no ordinary stuff!"
The prisoners mocked and jeered.
But Rojen paid them no mind. He retracted his gaze and glanced at the shackles binding him.
"Since I've decided to get out, there's no point in hesitating!"
"Admiral Grade... I don't know if I've reached it yet, but to be safe..."
"I'll go all out!"
With a step forward, his entire demeanor underwent a complete transformation, as if he were slowly morphing into an entirely different person.
"600 million belly, summon them all!"
A massive, seven-colored roulette wheel materialized before him. A gaunt, blood-haired man clad in cloud-patterned robes stepped forth, his eyes cold and indifferent. With a single stride, he merged into Rojen's body.
"Is it him?"
A smile spread across Rojen's face.
"One Qi, Three Revolutions, Chakra Shift!"
'Since it's him, let's amplify his power again, to the absolute strongest he can become!'
The year was Sea Calendar 1502, four years since the Golden Lion incident.
The Golden Pirate Age was fermenting, with various factions amassing power, reaching a point poised to erupt. Like a dormant volcano, they had accumulated sufficient energy and were on the verge of unleashing it.
The era was spiraling into chaos, with heroes rising on all sides and ambitious figures seizing opportunities as they arose.
Four years ago, the Golden Lion fell and vanished into obscurity, but time marched on relentlessly. Powerful individuals sprouted like bamboo shoots after rain, growing rapidly to ultimately stand at the pinnacle of the world.
Four years had passed, and many pirate crews had vanished without a trace. Gone were the once-mighty Nether Soul Pirates, whose rise had shaken the world, and the soaring Flying Sky Pirates. But new powerhouses had already emerged, their ambition sharp as daggers.
"Kaido of the Beasts! The New World's supreme powerhouse, he seems poised to surpass even Golden Lion and become the strongest force beneath the Whitebeard Pirates!"
"BIG·MOM Charlotte Linlin! Her pirate crew boasts both overwhelming strength and vast influence, making her another formidable contender for supremacy!"
Four years of relentless competition had forged these two monstrously powerful groups. Their territories were vast, their influence immense, and their military might rivaled even the Marines. They were now forces capable of truly challenging the world's established order.
At this point, even the mighty Whitebeard Pirates had to fall silent.
Like a rising tide, the first-generation waves were inevitably pushed aside by the new, younger waves. In the relentless currents of time, youth always replaced age, as the dawn rose and dusk deepened.
The Marines, meanwhile, had torn a gaping hole in the New World, forcing open a door that allowed them to penetrate the heart of pirate territory.
Yet when they truly set foot on this pirate homeland, they realized the overwhelming strength of their adversaries.
Too many, too strong! The sheer number of pirates, like stars scattered across the sky, sent shivers down their spines. Centuries of accumulated pirate power had completely transformed this region into a pirate nation.
Amid this increasingly tense and dire situation, a pale right hand gripped the bars of a cell door on the sixth level of Impel Down, the seabed's great prison.
"Time to get out of here!"
(End Of This Chapter)