Hals arrived at Impel Down.
Surrounded by many warships, the atmosphere was somber.
Hals disembarked from his ship, which then sailed away.
Ain followed him, carrying her own luggage. She wasn’t the type to make Hals carry her belongings.
Hals glanced at the imposing gate of Impel Down and walked in without a word.
Ain followed closely.
Impel Down was very dark, not due to a lack of light but because the atmosphere in the enclosed prison was oppressive, with chilling screams echoing through the corridors.
It wasn’t long before Hals encountered a peculiar face.
The man had a somber expression, his face resembling a Japanese Hannya mask, which looked frightening. He wore a pharaoh-like headdress and held a long sword.
“Welcome to my Impel Down. And who might you be?” the man asked.
“Oops, I accidentally revealed my ambition,” he added.
The man was Hannyabal.
Hals maintained a stern expression. He needed a fearsome, cold-blooded image to control these prisoners, though sheer strength could suffice.
Hals produced a document from Sengoku, stamped with the seals of Sengoku and the Five Elders.
“So, you are the new acting warden. My apologies,” Hannyabal said with a forced smile, scratching the back of his head.
Hals glanced at Hannyabal. Despite being described as ambitious, Hannyabal wasn’t truly one. He was more talk than action, never betraying Magellan, and he upheld justice.
Hals put away the document.
Standing next to Hannyabal were Domino, Sadie, and several guards. As for Shiryu of the Rain…
“Where is Shiryu of the Rain?” Hals asked.
“Magellan deemed him too dangerous and had him imprisoned,” Hannyabal replied.
“Yeah, he’s quite something. Always having diarrhea,” Hals commented.
“Yeah, not really fitting for a warden. I think I’d be better,” Hannyabal added.
“Oops, revealed my ambition again,” he muttered awkwardly.
Hals ignored him.
Hals took out a case filled with Pain Potions.
“You might have heard of these. They’re Pain Potions. They’re not the most potent; there are also Major Pain Potions,” Hals explained.
“Add Pain Potions and Major Pain Potions to the meals here.”
“In the first level, add Paralysis Potions to the trees and grass periodically.”
“For levels three and below, use Major Pain Potions. For levels three and above, use Pain Potions.”
“In the starvation hell of level three, set up supply stations with Pain Potions. The only water available should be Pain Potions, provided in ample amounts but must be consumed on-site.”
“In level four, inmates can rest during labor but must drink Major Pain Potions. If any delay, force-feed them and add another bottle.”
“In level five, set up protection stations to shield inmates from the wolves, but staying in one requires drinking a Major Pain Potion every twenty minutes.”
“For level six, drinking water should be replaced with Major Pain Potions. No choice there.”
“If anyone refuses to drink a potion, force-feed them or pour it on them. Don’t waste it. If anyone spills a potion, pour a Major Pain Potion on them.”
Hals knew the authorities were supportive, eager to tie him firmly to the World Government, hence allowing his stringent measures.
“Besides level five, each level will have a pool of Pain Potions or Major Pain Potions. Every day, prisoners must bathe in these pools, rotated daily. In level six, use high-pressure water guns filled with Major Pain Potions to spray them.”
“Also, in level six, inmates must stay awake one day a week. If anyone falls asleep, spray them with Major Pain Potions until they can’t sleep.”
“Everything else remains the same.”
“And don’t get these potions on yourselves. They cause intense pain.”
Hals grinned devilishly.
Ain felt this wasn’t the Hals she knew and took a few steps back.
“Negative emotions from Ain +4000”
“Negative emotions from Hannyabal +10000”
“Negative emotions from Domino +5000”
“Negative emotions from Sadie +5000”
“Negative emotions from guards +5000”
Is this guy a devil?
No, he might be worse.
He seemed like a demon king.
However, they might consider Hals a deity once they understood the Pain Potions.
Hals distributed the potions among the levels, while he and Ain settled on the first level.
“Are you afraid?” Hals asked Ain, who sat in his room, now in a prison guard uniform.
“No, not at all.”
Ain also had a soundproof room, away from the screams.
“Really?”
“Really.”
Suddenly, Hals lunged at Ain, getting close to her face. Ain, startled, closed her eyes and stepped back.
At that moment, Hals’ lips were just a centimeter from Ain’s.
“What are you doing?” Ain blushed and felt shy.
“Nothing, just…,” Hals said cheerfully, “scaring you.”
Ain: “…”
Is he insane?
“Negative emotions from Ain +7000”
“…”
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