chapter 133 part 1
Chapter 133: Red-Haired Marquis! Impel Down Escapees +1
Inside the warm passageway, Pirate Ren Arakawa walked, pushing a cart of apples.
These were the most abundant fruits produced on the Grand Line, and just like their name implied, they were completely ordinary.
It was the kind of fruit that ordinary people wouldn't actively choose to eat, unless they had a particularly bland palate.
But apples, however, were the fruit that should be consumed the most in the Pirate World.
Because of their large yield, the chances of them being chosen by a Devil were also much greater.
(Choose the Devil Fruit you wish to consume based on its shape)
The Black Group were especially fond of apples; in the later stages, almost every member of the Black Group had a basket of apples.
Although the theory of whether apples could absorb Devil essence was unknown.
But adhering to the principle of "better safe than sorry," Pirate Ren Arakawa would spend his free time these past few days carefully examining the fruits Lightning had stolen from the Impel Down mess hall, especially the apples.
What if he found a heaven-defying Devil Fruit inside?
"Devil Fruits are still not that easy to come across."
After examining all the apples, Pirate Ren Arakawa was about to return to Okama Land to continue cultivating his Armament Haki.
Suddenly,
A faint presence emanated from behind him!
"Ren—"
Ren Arakawa turned his head. Lightning had just used her ability to cut open the wall, squeezed through, and then quickly sealed the gap.
Her condition was dire; her face was purple, and a viscous purple substance dripped from her body. When this substance hit the ground, it "sizzled" and smoked.
This was Magellan's poison!
"You were discovered by Magellan?!" Ren Arakawa hurriedly stepped forward.
"Don't, don't come closer," Lightning gritted her teeth. "This poison paralyzes on contact—"
Ren Arakawa ignored everything else, overturning the small cart filled with apples and letting Lightning sit on it. He then frantically pushed it all the way to Okama Land!
Seeing Lightning in such a state, Ivankov immediately bristled!
"I, I'll go fight Magellan!"
A subordinate quickly pulled Ivankov back.
"If you go after Magellan, it's no different from seeking death!"
Ivankov stamped his foot in anger. "Damn Magellan! First, only the Healing Hormone can be used now, but... it has only a 1-2% success rate—"
"Ivankov!" Pirate Ren Arakawa's voice rang out beside Lightning: "Tell me where there's a passage to the outside world, I'll go get the Antidote and come back!"
"Oh!" The Okama King turned his head, blubbering emotionally. "Foolish boy, you're going out to find the Antidote?"
"No time to waste words, hurry up."
"I'll go with you!" Ivankov pulled up his T-back.
"No, too many people would be too conspicuous. I have the ability to escape. If you show your face and get caught, this place will be without a leader, and that would be even more troublesome!"
Lightning used her last ounce of strength to cough once and say: "My... my room... has a..."
Along a long, narrow gap in the wall, Ren Arakawa squeezed into a passageway that people in the Pirate World could barely fit through.
People in the Pirate World were often four or five meters tall, with large and robust physiques.
Only Pirate Ren Arakawa, small and seemingly malnourished like a minnow, or those with special abilities—such as Lightning, a Chop-Chop Fruit user—could squeeze into this passageway.
This passageway twisted up and down, was not straight, and also had many branching paths, almost making Ren Arakawa dizzy.
Fortunately, his powerful Observation Haki allowed him to sense a faint, hard-to-detect breeze sweeping by, which guided him to the correct path.
Poking his head out, he found himself above the ceiling of a corridor on another floor.
There were no jailers around, no torches, nor any torture devices meant to torment people; it looked very unusual.
Jumping down from the dim hole, Pirate Ren Arakawa felt as if he had returned home.
After all, he had lived in the Pirate World for fourteen years, and seven of those had been spent in Impel Down.
In the pitch-black corridor, every step he took echoed down the seemingly endless passageway.
Ren Arakawa muttered to himself, "'What the hell is this? Is this still Impel Down?'"
After a few steps, he suddenly realized.
The hole he had squeezed through couldn't have led him to the first Tier.
Then, this place, neither cold nor hot, could only be the legendary Level 6 — Infinite Hell!
The structure of this Tier was not complicated, nor did it have the kind of environmental effects seen in previous Tiers.
The criminals here had to endure a solitary poison liquid injection every day, as well as poisoned beatings.
Their entire bodies shackled with Seastone was a basic guarantee, but the greatest Punishment was the calamity of eternal darkness, a spiritual torment without hope.
Walking along this passageway, Ren Arakawa seemed to hear the final testaments of many long-imprisoned criminals. A chilling wind whistled past his pant legs, bringing with it an oppressive feeling.
"'Shiryu came to Infinite Hell later, he got the Antidote, met the Black Group in Blazing Hell, and rescued them—'"
"'So that means, there's a chance to find the Antidote in any of the Tiers from six to four?'"
Ren Arakawa pondered, his Observation Haki fully activated, sensing the auras emanating from the surroundings.