Character Template: Gilgamesh
Development Level: 21.5%
Ability: 1. King's Treasure
Rex briefly checked his status, a smile spreading across his face.
"21.5%. It seems my imitation is on point."
Gilgamesh, humanity's most ancient hero, the king of ancient Babylon.
A king must have a kingly demeanor, possessing both a side of absolute authority and a side of broad-mindedness and magnanimity.
Vimana slowly ascended, and at this moment, it broke through the confines of Impel Down, reaching the first level.
With Magellan repelled, the jailers on the upper levels were of no concern. All who dared to profane the king's majesty were dealt heavenly punishment by the Hero-King!
"I'm almost out. The progress is only a quarter of the way. I need to find a way to increase the Development Level... and also search for special energy!"
He had no leads on the special energy for now, but as for the Development Level, Rex had an idea.
The most ancient king—since he was a king, he must have a country.
"Well, I'll figure it out after I get out..."
The Hero-King wore a pleased smile. While savoring the red wine from his treasury, he unsparingly unleashed the King's Treasure.
With a heaven-shaking explosion, the main gate of Impel Down was shattered, and the golden king returned from the darkness.
...
At this moment, on the fifth level of Impel Down, the Freezing Hell.
The prisoner riot was completely uncontrollable.
Impel Down was facing the greatest disaster in its history.
Although the jailers were orderly and used every control measure at their disposal, they were now facing the vicious criminals from the sixth level, who could not be stopped by ordinary means.
"It's over! I'm going to kill that diarrhea bastard Magellan!!"
"Where's Magellan... tell him to get his ass out here! I've been wanting to deal with him for a long time."
"Hahaha—I'm free! Women, and fine wine... I've missed that taste so much!"
...
The prisoners were incredibly arrogant, charging the jailers' defensive line without fear of death.
Shiryu of the Rain calmly walked out, instantly drawing the tachi from his waist. With a flash of cold light, his speed was too fast for the eye to follow.
"That bastard Magellan isn't here. It seems you've all forgotten about my existence!!"
In the air, several cruel blossoms of blood instantly bloomed.
The three leading prisoners were cut down by Shiryu in an instant.
"Magellan was always telling me not to kill... I've held back for so long. Now, I can finally let loose!! Don't disappoint me too much, you trash from the sixth level!"
A cruel smile appeared on Shiryu's face. He licked the blood from his tachi, suddenly filled with exhilaration and excitement.
With Shiryu's strength, he could temporarily suppress the riot.
However, this was merely a temporary solution that would soon backfire. But Shiryu didn't care about such things; he was only concerned with killing.
"Hehe, Magellan... it seems that culprit is a bit tricky. But that's fine, let me play a little longer!!"
Shiryu's face was splattered with blood.
Just then.
A massive figure suddenly blocked Shiryu's path. Shiryu swung his sword in an instant, but his opponent caught it with a bare hand. Pitch-black Armament Haki easily blocked the slash.
Seeing this, Shiryu's eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of emotion showing.
"That bastard... he even let this monster out."
The opponent made no move, but a single look was enough to make Shiryu consider retreating. He grinned.
"Let me ask you, since Roger's death, it seems that old geezer Whitebeard has been quite active..."
Hearing this, Shiryu smiled and sheathed his tachi, not pressing the attack. He knew he was no match for the man before him. Without the restraint of Seastone, in a one-on-one fight, there were probably few in the world who could defeat him.
"Oh? You seem to be interested in Whitebeard... This is the era of Whitebeard now. He's the man closest to being the Pirate King."
Shiryu took a deep drag from his cigar, exhaling a cloud of smoke.
"The man closest to being the Pirate King... hahaha, that's hilarious. When Roger was alive, he was kept firmly in check. Now that Roger's dead, he's become so arrogant. What a pity Roger died so early!!"
After speaking, he let go of Shiryu's tachi and calmly walked past him.
With Magellan not around, no one dared to stop him. This man's reputation, though not as great as the Golden Lion's back in the day, was certainly on par in terms of strength.
Just as the man walked past Shiryu, from behind the jailer troops, Magellan slowly approached, accompanied by three purple poison dragons.
"Shiryu, what are you doing? Why didn't you stop him!"
Shiryu turned and looked at Magellan, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"You're injured, Magellan... I don't think you have the strength to stop him. Since you're here, I'll leave it to you."
Hearing this, Magellan gave Shiryu a deep look. This was not the time for infighting.
He walked forward step by step, the purple venom corroding the ground around him with a sizzling sound.
"I can't believe that guy even let you out. I'll only say this once: go back to your cell. Otherwise, I won't be so courteous."
Facing Magellan, the man said nothing, simply continuing to walk calmly forward.
Seeing this, Magellan said no more.
"I see. I understand. If that's the case, then you can die here, Douglas Bullet!"
"Such impudence!"