Sengoku’s words left everyone shocked.
Warden of Impel Down?
What kind of position was that?
In Impel Down, it was akin to being the boss.
Although Hals was only acting as warden temporarily, it was still a significant task.
What kind of strength did Magellan possess?
Some said he was at admiral level, others said vice-admiral.
Primarily, his Devil Fruit ability was very powerful.
Of course, Hals’ Devil Fruit ability allowed him to ignore toxins completely. Even without it, his sheer physical strength made him immune to such things.
Even against the giant poison soldier with some unknown name, the red, ominous thing, Hals wasn’t afraid.
These poisons couldn’t affect him.
Hals could easily defeat Magellan, as Magellan couldn’t beat him.
Magellan’s defense was quite low; he could even be hurt by Luffy.
When poison had no effect, he was a very weak opponent.
Hals could easily defeat Magellan.
“Of course, we need to test your strength first. If you’re not strong enough, even if Impel Down has no issues, it’s not a simple position to fill.”
Though Hals was a genius, he didn’t interact much with others. It wasn’t due to being introverted, but because he spent most of his time training, and he was quite unique. If he didn’t seek out others, he wouldn’t encounter them.
Naturally, there wasn’t much information about him.
Sengoku knew Hals’ achievements, but that was just the minimum. Sengoku wanted to know his maximum potential.
“Yes, I’m confident in my strength.”
Zephyr was most aware of this, but even Zephyr didn’t know Hals’ limits.
In fights with Zephyr, Hals preferred using physical combat over abilities.
But even so, with just his physical strength, Hals was already very strong.
“Next, let Vice Admiral Mole spar with you to assess your strength.”
“Zephyr mentioned you have the strength close to a Navy Headquarters elite vice admiral.”
Growing to this level in a bit over a year was remarkable.
Of course, that was just close.
At that time, Hals had to give his all, using all his Devil Fruit abilities.
Just the dark magic wasn’t necessary.
Some trump cards had to be kept secret.
Most of Hals’ magic was for attack and defense, with some for enhancing himself or allies. However, undetectable debuff magic was quite annoying.
“Of course, you have a few days to prepare.”
Hals nodded, while Ain was bewildered.
Was Hals already that strong?
Could he fight a Navy Headquarters elite vice admiral?
A few days later…
“Negative emotions from Vice Admiral Mole +300000.”
“From…”
Today, Vice Admiral Mole was on vacation, planning to rest in his room and read a few novels.
Navy personnel liked Hals’ novels not because they were exceptionally good or explicit, but because they hated pirates and the Revolutionary Army. They found release through these stories.
Like Big Mom and Kaido, who weren’t Emperors yet, as someone else hadn’t become one either.
Red-Haired hadn’t yet.
But soon.
Mole remembered Sengoku’s earlier instruction to spar with Hals for an hour unless one side conceded or lost.
Mole felt very uncomfortable.
But following orders was necessary.
Hals had three more days for training, making himself stronger.
Hals opened his attribute panel again.
Body: 1480
Soul: 1870
Technique: [Shave] 340+
Paper Drawing
Magic:
- Level 3: Plant
- Level 2: Water/Wind/Ice/Fire/Earth/Lightning
- Level 1: Light/Dark/Space
Negative Emotions: 14764170
He continuously trained his soul, as it didn’t disrupt his daily life. On a warship, training the body caused a bloody smell, and during body training, he couldn’t use magic to heal himself due to extreme pain, which was worse than early training. Thus, Hals didn’t train his body much recently.
Though close to a body strength of 1500, bleeding during body training meant losing a lot of blood. Hals had strong regenerative abilities. Even with a three-centimeter hole in an artery (excluding neck and heart), with enough food for energy, he wouldn’t pass out from blood loss.
Hals’ growth was fast, nearly reaching the level of an elite vice admiral. In a few years, he could be an Emperor.
Maybe the Fifth Emperor.
A few more years, and he might surpass Whitebeard. By 20, he might defeat Imu.
Reaching 1500 body strength, he wouldn’t bleed, but it didn’t mean no pain or fractures.
Hals bought enough [Power Elixirs], breaking through to 1500.
1501, to be exact.
At this point, he wouldn’t bleed anymore.
He continued meditating, which wasn’t painful and didn’t cause fatigue.
In battle, meditation would require focus, but he didn’t need full strength against current enemies.
Should he level up?
Hals considered.
He didn’t need a lot of negative emotions for elixirs anymore. During extreme body training, unable to use magic due to pain, he relied on purchased elixirs to survive. The negative emotions fluctuated due to elixir use, but he had enough stored and generated from his novels.
Now, he didn’t need them, so he decided.
“Yes, upgrade.”
“Upgrading.”
“Deducting 5 million negative emotions, deducted.”
“Upgrade time: one week.”
“Host, please anger more people, and don’t anger this system. Thank you for cooperating.”
Hals: “……”
Or maybe…
Don’t cooperate.
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