One Piece: I am Imu

Impel Down, fourth floor underground, Blazing Hell. 

The environment here is still as hot and dry as the abyss, and the air is filled with disgusting blood. 

One prisoner was seen wearing a black and white striped prison uniform. Under the insults and whippings of the cruel guards, he endured the burning pain in the soles of his feet, carried bundles of dry firewood into the boiling pool of blood, and then lined up to throw it into the fire beneath the cauldron. 

At this time, Gecko Moria, who had just become a little jailer, was walking in and out of the prison room holding a two-meter-long pair of scissors. 

Just like now, he left a cell and opened the next cell door. Under the horrified gaze of the prisoner inside, he held its top like a chicken with his left hand. He cut the shadow beneath him with a click and then threw the prisoner against the side wall. He then went on to throw the cut shadow he had in his hand into the shadow box he was carrying as if it were trash. 

This shadow box is actually made from the shape of his shadow, that is, the 'Doppelman', because if you want to preserve the shadow, in addition to the physical body, only a box that is also a shadow can do it. 

Compared to the former, the number of shadows that the latter can store is almost infinite. After all, shadows actually have no substance. They can be placed in the shadow box by simply stacking them. 

He has prepared four shadow boxes of this kind to store the shadows of prisoners in the 'Blazing Hell', 'Starvation Hell', 'Wild Beast Hell' and 'Crimson Hell'. 

Director Columbus stipulated that he could only move between these four floors. 

Because all the prisoners in the 'Freezing Hell' of the fifth underground floor are big pirates with a bounty of hundreds of millions, and the prisoners in the 'Eternal Hell' of the sixth underground floor are all extraordinary, and every one of them was punished for being too vicious. A monster-level pirate erased from history. 

Moria doesn't care. These four layers of prisoners are enough for him to cut for several years. It's good to have two layers less. At least on the surface, he seems very obedient. 

Furthermore, he found that the environment in this prison is very suitable for his life. This kind of place where the sun is not seen all day long is very comfortable for the shadow tribe, but it is difficult to carry out the 'light burial' program. 

Just as Moria walked out of the cell with a cold face and was about to go to the next one, two colleagues wearing jailer uniforms and holding muskets were patrolling and chatting. 

Although they spoke quietly, they were even more noticeable in this environment. 

"Shiryu's warden is about to be transferred out!" 

"That's great. Once this murderous star is gone, we low-level jailers no longer have to worry about dying under the sword of our own people." 

"Who says it isn't so, but the happiest people should be the prisoners. Over the years, it is not certain if there have been a thousand deaths, but what is certain is that hundreds of prisoners have died at the hands of from Shiryu, right?" 

Hearing this, Moria didn't pay any attention to it, because he really didn't know Shiryu. On the contrary, it was Vice Warden Magellan who impressed him deeply. The way he looked like he was exuding poisonous gas was quite scary. 

The aura of Chief Warden Columbus is even more unfathomable. Anyway, he is not someone I can deal with now! 

However, there is a question: How to get promoted in this place? Have you done meritorious service? But where did the merit come from? 

When he thought of this, Moria stopped and was stunned. He thought to himself: "No, it seems that as long as the World Government is willing, I will never be able to upgrade in my life, so I will probably have to stay here for the whole life." 

For some reason, his thinking began to diverge, and he inexplicably thought of the future. What if he was still a jailor in ten years' time? Then who is he, the strongest jailer in the history of Impel Down? 

In the distant office of the Chief Warden, Shiryu of the Rain had completed the resignation procedures with the Chief Warden and was walking out with a paper bag containing various documents. 

But as soon as he came out, he saw a man in black who was nearly five meters tall, dressed like a devil, wearing long curved horns and carrying devil bat wings standing there. 

"Hey, Vice Warden Magellan, I didn't expect you to come and give me a ride. It seems you don't hate me very much." Shiryu teased. 

"No, I hate you." 

Magellan did not save any face for his ex-colleague who was about to leave and said with a cold face: "I just came to see you get out of Impel Down to make sure I never see you again." 

"Ah, you are so heartless." 

Shiryu smiled without being angry, took out an expensive cigar from his coat pocket and put it into his mouth, then lit it with a lighter and took a deep breath of smoke. 

He took a look at the harsh environment of the 'Blazing Hell', and while exhaling thick smoke, he sighed: "Actually, I quite like this place. I don't know if I can feed 'Raiu' when it comes to the Navy." 

After speaking, he passed by Magellan and walked towards the elevator leading to the first floor above the sea. 

The former looked at the latter's figure walking further and further away, shook his head and sighed. 

"The navy didn't know what was going on, but it actually took this bastard over. I hope someone over there can restrain him, otherwise the blood will really flow like a river." 

But on the other hand, it's good news that he's leaving Impel Down. 

Shiryu came here with regret and nostalgia and took the elevator to the first floor. The place was still as lively as ever, and the new prisoners who had been arrested lined up waiting to be stripped and baptized. 

Well, the whole-body baptism with 100-degree boiling water is absolutely stimulating, and then you put on a brand new black and white striped prison uniform and undergo a second disinfection with high temperature in the 'Blazing Hell' in the fourth underground floor. Shiryu was thrown into a different 'hell'. 

The jailers and other staff who were supervising the prisoners were stunned when they saw Shiryu's figure, and no one dared to come up and say hello. 

At most, he would look off with fear or happiness in his eyes, and Shiryu didn't care about it. 

In his eyes, these are the weak, and the weak are not worthy of his care at all. They are only suitable for passing time and letting 'Raiu' drink blood. 

After passing the iron fence, you will see the door to the outside world. This is a door embedded in a high wall and made of solid steel. 

The next thing was simple. He successfully boarded the navy ship that came to pick him up and slowly sailed away from the underwater prison where he had been staying for many years. 

The strange thing is that even though he looked nostalgic just now, Shiryu didn't even look back. Instead, his eyes were full of expectations for the future. 

No matter what, coming out of it is equivalent to freedom! 

If you don't enjoy your stay in the Navy, you can leave whenever you want, right? 

Therefore, Shiryu was in a very happy mood now. He was so happy that his eyes turned slightly red when he looked at the sailors around him, and his hands suddenly felt itchy. 

It was only when the warship sailed out of the first Gate of Justice that he noticed something was wrong, because the ship did not follow the Tarai Current to the next Gate of Justice. 

"Aren't we going to report to Marineford?" Shiryu asked the Commodore, and at the same time he felt vigilant in his heart. 

"It was originally like this, but because you were transferred to Vice Admiral Sakazuki as an adjutant, and Vice Admiral Sakazuki just received a mission, he informed us to take you there directly and wait until the mission is completed. Then we will return together to Marineford." 

Because Shiryu was appointed to the rank of Rear Admiral at the Navy Headquarters, the Commodore naturally responded with honorifics. 

"Vice Admiral Sakazuki?" 

Shiryu looked stunned. Although he was working as an errand in Impel Down, he actually kept up to date with events in the outside world. 

The World Economy News Paper is delivered on time every issue, and coupled with the harsh environment inside, reading newspapers has become the first leisure item, so he still knows about the three new candidates for Navy Admiral. 

"That high-level Logia-type Magma-Magma Fruit user, Sakazuki?!" 

"Yes." 

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