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Second chapter today because why not!
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[ Name: Crocodile ][ Bad: 612,000 ]
Sitting against the back wall, his heavy golden hook resting on his lap, was Sir Crocodile. The former Warlord of the Sea didn't beg. He didn't scream. He didn't curse. He slowly stood up, the heavy Seastone chains rattling around his wrists, and walked to the bars. His cigar was long extinguished, but his pride remained entirely intact.
Crocodile looked at the False Deity, then glanced at the corpses in the adjacent cells.
"So this is the False Deity," Crocodile sneered, a cynical, humorless smile touching his lips. "Just another ruthless dog culling the herd. Tell me, Marine... do you feel like a god, executing men who can't even raise their hands to defend themselves? Is this your grand justice? A slaughterhouse?"
Light looked at the Desert King. He remembered the reports of Alabasta. He remembered the civil war this man had meticulously orchestrated, the millions of innocent lives he had fully intended to snuff out under the scorching sun just to read a Poneglyph.
"I don't feel like a god, Crocodile," Light answered softly, his voice echoing cleanly through the dark. "I feel like a janitor cleaning up a mess the world was too cowardly to incinerate."
Crocodile let out a low chuckle, gripping the iron bars with his flesh hand.
"At least you don't hide behind a righteous speech," Crocodile murmured. He closed his eyes, accepting his fate with the dignity of a warlord.
"See you in Hell, Reaper."
Flick.
Crocodile gasped, his grip on the bars tightening for a fraction of a second as his heart was entirely pulverized. The former Warlord slumped forward, his forehead resting against the cold iron, dead in his chains.
[ Target Eliminated. +61,200 KP. ]
Light continued his march. Level 6 was vast, housing hundreds of the world's most dangerous forgotten criminals. As Light moved through the shadows, flicking his wrist with mechanical precision, the system panels blurred into a constant stream of red numbers. The millions of Karma Points flooded into his reserves in an endless, massive tide.
[ Multiple Targets Eliminated. ][ +72,000 KP... +55,000 KP... +91,000 KP... +68,000 KP... ]
He finally reached one of the largest, most heavily reinforced vaults at the absolute end of the block.
[ Name: Douglas Bullet — 'The Demon Heir' ][ Bad: 1,200,000 ]
Sitting in the center of the dark cell, bound by enough solid Seastone chains to anchor a Marine battleship, was a colossal, terrifyingly muscular man.
Douglas Bullet didn't cower. As Light approached the bars, Bullet raised his massive head. His eyes burned with an absolute, monstrous intensity. The sheer, untamed pressure of his will exploded outward, vibrating the air itself.
"I AM DOUGLAS BULLET!" the Demon Heir roared, his voice shaking the very bedrock of the Eternal Hell. The thick Seastone chains groaned agonizingly as he strained against them, his muscles bulging to impossible, terrifying proportions. "I WILL NOT DIE SITTING DOWN LIKE A RAT!"
A massive, overwhelming wave of Conqueror's Haki erupted from Bullet's chained body. The shockwave slammed into the corridor, violently cracking the stone ceiling. The weaker members of Ivankov's Okama army, who were already exhausted from the fight with Blackbeard, instantly fainted from the sheer spiritual pressure, collapsing to the floor in heaps.
Even Luffy had to brace himself, his eyes widening at the monstrous willpower radiating from the cage.
Light felt the heavy spiritual gravity pressing against him. His black coat whipped violently in the windless corridor.
He didn't flinch.
Light's dark eyes narrowed. A terrifying, deep black aura flared around his own body. He unleashed his newly ascended Level 3 Conqueror's Haki.
The two invisible waves of absolute kingship collided in the center of the cell block. Black and red lightning violently sparked in the air, tearing at the stone. The heavy iron bars between them physically bent inward under the sheer, conflicting spiritual pressure.
"IF YOU WANT MY LIFE, COME IN HERE AND TAKE IT WITH YOUR OWN HANDS!" Bullet roared, bleeding from his own exertion against the Seastone. "PROVE YOUR STRENGTH TO ME!"
"About that..."
"No."
Light replied coldly.
He just wanted to kill the criminals.
Their dying wishes... did it have anything to do with him?
Bullet hadn't expected such dismissal.
He had punctually trained everyday for years but he was still starved, chained, and weakened by years of the sea's curse.
Light was perfectly healthy, his Life Force freshly maxed out, his system overflowing with an endless supply of vitality.
Light's Haki slowly, inexorably crushed Bullet's aura, completely suffocating the Demon Heir's massive presence and forcing it back into the cage.
Light stepped right up to the bent iron bars. He didn't use a finger flick this time. He drew his pitch-black saber. He coated the steel in an overwhelming, hyper-dense layer of Internal Destruction Haki, entirely bypassing the physical durability of the Seastone.
He thrust the blade horizontally through the cage.
The dark steel pierced directly through Bullet's massive chest, the Haki exploding directly inside his heart.
Bullet gasped, a torrent of blood pouring rapidly from his mouth.
'What a pathetic end...'
He glared at Light, his eyes burning with absolute, unbroken defiance until the very last possible second.
He refused to close his eyes.
He refused to look away.
If there was an afterlife, he was going to haunt this man until his last conciousness.
Then, slowly, the terrifying fire faded from his gaze. The Demon Heir died sitting up, his massive head finally slumping forward against his heavy chains.
[ Target Eliminated. +120,000 KP. ]
Light slowly withdrew his blade, the steel hissing cleanly.
The purge was complete.
The Eternal Hell was truly a graveyard now. The screaming had completely stopped. The only sounds in the massive cavern were the ragged breathing of the Straw Hats, the dripping of the neutralized purple venom near Magellan, and the soft hum of the flickering torches.
Light turned away from the cages, effortlessly flicking the blood from his saber before sliding it back into its scabbard with a crisp click.
He looked across the corridor at the battered, bruised, but unyielding vanguard of the Straw Hat Pirates. They were staring at him with a mixture of profound awe and deep-seated terror.
Light's gaze shifted to the final cell, looking at the blue-skinned Fish-Man who had watched the entire massacre in silence. Jinbe's Green Karma was a glowing testament to his honor, entirely untouched by Light's blade.
Finally, Light's eyes settled on the exhausted boy in the straw hat.
Light opened his system panel one last time to check his reserves. The mass culling of Level 6 had yielded an astronomical harvest.
[ Remaining KP Reserve: 15,345,000. ]
He had secured his millions. His system was fully primed for the apocalyptic battle that awaited them on the surface. He had cleaned the deepest pit of the world.
"It's time... " Light said, his voice perfectly calm, completely unfazed by the mountain of legendary corpses he had just created, traumatizing everyone he deemed innocent alive in the prison.
"Get ready."
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A/N: Man I love Crocodile too but my hands are tied. There was no way Crocodile could've lived. F.
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