Chapter 147: Chapter 147
Carl knew that Shiryu was a traitor, and now Shiryu had walked straight into his trap without realizing the consequences. For that, he had to be punished.
Shiryu now fully understood the difference in their strength. He raised his head with trembling hands and met Carl's eyes.
In those eyes, like black holes, flashes of red lightning danced. Shiryu felt an overwhelming sense of oppression bearing down on him. There wasn't even a trace of resentment left in his heart, only pure fear. It wasn't just him, the other prisoners, as well as Carl's entourage, all trembled under the pressure. For some, it was a familiar feeling, reminiscent of the bottom levels of Impel Down. This was the weight of power—the strongest in the prison had arrived!
Carl casually tossed Shiryu aside and said calmly, "Let's keep going."
Magellan, not daring to utter a word of protest, quickly motioned for two guards to carry Shiryu. They continued their journey deeper into the prison.
The prisoners' screams echoed through the halls as Carl leisurely made his way down, layer by layer, until they reached the depths of Eternal Hell. Compared to the upper levels, this place was eerily quiet, with far fewer prisoners. Yet, Carl's arrival breathed life into this desolate place. Among those imprisoned here, Carl spotted a familiar face—the infamous Redfield, a man he had personally apprehended.
Redfield was bound by chains of the purest seastone. Though he wasn't a Devil Fruit user, the sheer hardness of the seastone was more than enough to hold him. With so many layers of chains, even someone of Redfield's caliber couldn't escape. On top of that, the special diet designed to weaken prisoners in Eternal Hell had left him looking frail and pale.
When Carl reached Redfield's cell, the Red Earl raised his head with a look of surprise and asked, "Is it really you?"
Carl smiled and said, "We meet again, Redfield."
Redfield struggled slightly, causing his chains to clink. He let out a dry laugh. "What, have you come here to mock me?"
Carl chuckled.
"I'm not that bored," he replied, before stepping aside and gesturing to Garp, who had been silently standing behind him. Garp was dressed in a prison uniform, his once-proud figure now subdued.
Redfield blinked, confusion flashing across his face.
"Garp?" he muttered, frowning.
Garp gave Redfield a brief, indifferent glance before turning away.
Magellan coughed awkwardly and stepped forward. "Redfield, from now on, Garp will be overseeing you as the Chief Jailer. You'd better behave."
This announcement sent shockwaves through the prison. Not just Redfield, but other prisoners, hearing this, crawled to the bars of their cells in disbelief. Those who had been captured by Garp themselves were quick to mock him.
"Hahaha! Isn't this the heroic Vice Admiral Garp? How'd you end up in prison?"
"Yo, Garp! A few days without seeing you, and now you're the jailer?"
"Chief Jailer Garp, eh? What a grand position you've got there! Hahaha!"
Their sneers and jeers were relentless. Garp, however, stood unmoved, his expression numb and emotionless.
Unlike the other prisoners, Redfield didn't join in the ridicule. He merely tilted his head, watching the situation with interest.
Suddenly, a black sword formed from Carl's right hand. It split into several smaller blades, which flew into the cells of the mocking prisoners. Screams replaced laughter as the black blades reassembled and returned to Carl's hand.
Magellan and his staff were shocked to find the once-healthy prisoners now lying in pools of blood, their arms and legs severed. Worse still, their youthful faces had turned old and haggard as if years had been stolen from them in an instant.
Shiryu, still bound, was stunned. A deep sense of dread welled up within him as he stared at the strange, red-glowing sword. The legendary demon sword, Muramasa, had long been fused with Carl, allowing him to channel the powers of the Dark-Dark Fruit.
Garp, surprised by Carl's display, asked, "Why…"
Without turning around, Carl replied coldly, "These scumbags were annoying me. That's all."
Then, Carl slowly turned and locked eyes with Garp. His voice was icy as he said,
"Stop bringing shame to the Navy!"
The words hit Garp like a hammer. His face tightened in shame as he bowed his head, clenched his fists, and finally muttered through gritted teeth,
"I understand."
Magellan and the other prison guards stood in stunned silence, unsure of how to react.
Redfield suddenly asked, "Black Dragon, can you tell me what Garp did wrong?"
It wasn't surprising that Redfield was curious; after all, there were few things that piqued his interest, and Garp's fall from grace was certainly one of them.
Carl glanced at him. "If you're that curious, ask him yourself later. You'll have plenty of time together in here."
Redfield shook his head in disappointment. "It's boring here. Why don't you stay for a while and chat?"
Carl crossed his arms with a smirk. "Redfield, this is your own doing. Feeling sorry for yourself now?"
"Tsk. If I hadn't been in such bad shape, you wouldn't have caught me. And you know it…"
But Redfield abruptly stopped speaking, glancing at the figures standing around Carl and falling silent.
Carl smiled and stepped forward. To the shock of Magellan and the guards, he casually walked straight through the seastone cell bars to stand in front of Redfield. The natural ability to phase through objects was not surprising for someone like Carl, but passing through seastone—the one thing that nullified Devil Fruit powers—left them speechless.
Only Garp remained calm, having seen Carl remain unaffected by seawater before, while others, like himself, suffered its full effects.
Carl leaned in close to Redfield's ear and whispered, "Don't worry, I'll give you a chance to fight me again. Just stay here for now."
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