Above the Enchantress level, there were no more powerful potions.
Hals was curious why the highest level of potions was called Enchantress and why they featured R15-rated illustrations. However, he didn’t dwell on these trivial matters.
Possibly because it was only R15.
Another item that caught Hals’ attention was the Weighted Clothing and Soul-Binding Ring.
Both had the effect of adding weight, affecting the body or soul, and enhancing Hals similar to training or meditation.
Both could be adjusted and stacked. The Weighted Clothing cost 5 million per piece, and the Soul-Binding Ring cost the same.
Hals found no use for these items for now and focused on other matters.
The Devil’s Invitation had appeared.
Some prisoners had mysteriously disappeared, leaving no trace, making them untraceable.
Hals knew this was Ivankov’s doing.
But this had been happening before Hals came to Impel Down.
Hals had only been in Impel Down for about a month.
“Blu-bu-lu-bu-lu, blu-bu-lu-bu-lu.”
“Click.”
Hals heard the strange sound of a Transponder Snail ringing and answered it.
“Hello, who is this?”
The call could only be from a few people—Gramps, Zephyr, Aokiji, or Sengoku, though Sengoku was unlikely to call directly but might be present when Gramps or Zephyr did.
The mole rat (Strawberry) didn’t have Hals’ number.
One advantage of Transponder Snails was no phone bills, but they were expensive and bulky, occupying space Hals couldn’t use for storage due to their being living creatures.
“Hals, it’s me.”
Hals recognized the familiar voice and pictured a purple-haired man.
“Is it Teacher Zephyr? What is it?”
“Nothing much. Can’t I call just to check on you?”
Hals felt a bit of a headache, knowing Zephyr was joking.
“Uh…”
“Just kidding.”
“Teacher, you’re really bored, huh?”
“Ahem, nothing much. Just checking in and asking about your progress.”
“My days in Impel Down are fine. Progress seems good. The prisoners look like they’re about to be broken, so I treated them a bit.”
“That sounds like good news. How do the inmates on Level 6 feel?”
Hals glanced at the elevator floor, the bottom level being Level 6.
“The strong ones are very strong, but with sturdy cages, there’s no fear of trouble. The weaker ones aren’t that weak, but they can be easily dealt with.”
Hals’ tone was calm, but Zephyr didn’t see it that way.
Weak ones are still strong enough to handle, but can be easily dealt with?
Heh.
Of course, Zephyr could fight through Level 6 inmates, but if it were Gramps…
That’s on another level.
After all, Gramps could be called the Navy King.
Zephyr paused.
“So, you’re keeping up with your training despite Impel Down duties?”
“No, I haven’t fallen behind.”
Since he was now the strongest among the wardens and guards in Impel Down.
“Good. Keep training. In a week, World Government officials will inspect. Handle it well. But don’t worry; they won’t trouble you without cause.”
After Zephyr mentioned this, Hals thought of a similarly purple-haired annoying person.
If he got the chance, he’d deal with him.
Hals continued chatting with Zephyr for a while before ending the call.
Hals had a plan.
Previously, he was just waiting.
The inmates seemed more pitiful than before, suffering more, making them more likely to encounter the Devil’s Invitation.
Whether this was good or bad was debatable.
They wouldn’t suffer further torture or death but might be turned into Okamas.
Now, Hals could offer some rewards, like giving them strange books, which might be taken to Level 5.5. Ivankov would see them, and then…
Hals wasn’t just interested in Ivankov’s negative emotions but also those of his followers.
Ivankov, known as the Miracle Queen, being insulted would anger his followers.
And there were many Okamas.
Hals planned to start this today but decided it was inappropriate until the World Government official left.
For now, he’d wait.
Hals intended to publish his books slowly. If they sold well, he’d make good money. Unfortunately, due to the Four Emperors, he couldn’t publish certain controversial titles, which was frustrating.
Perhaps when he had connections with the Celestial Dragons, he could.
Hals’ main goal in writing was to gather massive negative emotions, with money being secondary. Still, if he could make more money, he would.
The elevator slowly ascended to the first floor.
Compared to before, the screams in Impel Down were fewer. Hannibal didn’t like this, being a twisted individual who enjoyed the inmates’ screams.
And he was ugly.
Hals returned to his quarters, Ain, angrily stomping back to hers and then stepping on Hals’ foot.
Hals didn’t know what she meant by that but didn’t mind.
Training was more important.
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