The moment Edward Teach finished speaking,
a violent pressure swept through New Okama Paradise.
Dark red arcs of lightning crackled through the air as an invisible force descended, crushing everything in its path.
Even the okama at the edge of the crowd felt their chests tighten, an instinctive fear rising from deep within.
'Conqueror's Haki!?'
Ivankov, standing closest, felt it immediately.
Even the Okama King—who had weathered countless storms—felt cold sweat bead across his forehead.
'Such terrifying spirit… such overwhelming ambition!'
Ivankov stared at Edward Teach, shock written plainly on his face.
'Perhaps only Whitebeard's son could possess something like this…'
From that moment on, Ivankov no longer doubted Edward Teach's identity.
He was undoubtedly Whitebeard the Third.
Emotionally, Ivankov admired Teach's proposal—
to select subordinates from Infinite Hell.
It was a dream so outrageous that most wouldn't even dare imagine it.
Yet Teach had spoken of it openly, without hesitation.
Rationally, however, Ivankov felt nothing but unease.
Infinite Hell was no ordinary prison.
The criminals held there were monsters deliberately erased from history by the World Government.
Every single one of them was a legend in the outside world.
Could Edward Teach truly control such beings?
Ivankov didn't know.
So instead of arguing, he calmly asked,
"Teach… what exactly do you need me to do?"
Edward Teach paused.
Then—
"Gurarararara…"
His deep, rolling laughter echoed throughout the cave.
"Didn't I already say it?"
"My goal is Infinite Hell."
He stepped forward and extended his hand.
"Ivankov—come with me."
"We're friends, aren't we?"
"What kind of friends don't go through fire and water together?"
"Go to hell with me, Okama King."
Ivankov froze.
That didn't sound like a joke.
It sounded like a summons.
"I—you—friends—mmmfufufu~!"
Ivankov wiped the sweat from his brow, forcing a flamboyant laugh.
"Teach… if you really enter Infinite Hell…"
"How do you plan to recruit those vicious criminals?"
"What will I do?"
"Gurarararara!!"
Edward Teach threw his head back, his laughter shaking the cavern.
"I'll break the shackles of every prisoner in Infinite Hell!"
"I'll unleash an unprecedented battle royale!"
"Only those who survive will be worthy of serving me!"
Ivankov's heart skipped a beat.
That was madness.
That was—
exactly the kind of thing Teach would do.
Still, Ivankov forced himself to speak calmly.
"Teach… Infinite Hell isn't Frozen Hell."
"The defenses there are far stronger, and it's crawling with surveillance Den Den Mushi."
"If there's even the slightest disturbance, the entire prison will respond."
"And above all…"
"Warden Magellan."
The name alone carried weight.
Within Impel Down, Magellan was hell incarnate.
"Gurararara…"
Edward Teach chuckled and stood.
"Wait here."
"Let me introduce you to a new friend."
No okama dared to stop him.
Ivankov remained seated, watching silently.
A short while later, Edward Teach returned.
Beside his towering figure stood a slender man.
'Vongola Storm!?'
Ivankov sprang to his feet, instinctively taking a defensive stance.
"How are you here!?"
New Okama Paradise existed outside the prison's surveillance system.
Yet here stood the terrifying new warden who had already defeated Shiryu.
"Calm down, Ivankov," Edward Teach said evenly.
"Storm is my partner."
Ivankov stiffened.
"…Partner?"
Storm smiled, wild and unrestrained.
"Fufufufu~!"
"No, Okama King."
"I'm not Whitebeard the Third's partner."
"I'm Whitebeard the Third's captain."
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