Storm used a wish to obtain Ivankov's [Death Blink] ability.
However, he had no intention of personally experiencing its effects.
Although Storm had witnessed countless strange techniques—
including but not limited to Face-Breaking Fist, Thousand-Year Kill, Embrace-and-Kill, and Crow Flying—
attacking by winking was far beyond his psychological tolerance.
"Let's test it with the Clay-Clay Fruit."
Storm raised his right hand.
Clay gathered in his palm, quickly shaping itself into a lifelike oversized face.
It looked exactly like Ivankov's face—
minus the exaggerated, flamboyant makeup.
"Death Blink."
Under Storm's control, the clay face winked its right eye.
The clay eyelids collided heavily.
The next moment—
a pale white shockwave burst from the eye.
Boom!
A firecracker-like explosion echoed through New Okama Paradise.
The shockwave struck Storm, blasting a palm-sized hole through his clothes.
"A beginner-level skill," Storm commented calmly.
"But the potential is decent."
Clay surged around his body, instantly repairing the damaged clothing.
"Still… this method needs refinement."
Storm casually kneaded the clay face back into a lump.
This time, he altered the execution.
Instead of releasing Death Blink outward—
he directed it inward.
The clay abruptly compressed.
A violent shockwave detonated inside.
The surface bulged irregularly—
then—
Snap!
The clay lump exploded like a bomb.
Fragments scattered like falling petals.
Storm, being closest, was struck head-on, shards of hardened clay embedding into his body.
"Hm?"
Storm plucked a shard from his skin and examined it.
"This clay… its hardness is slightly higher than normal."
A spark of inspiration flashed through his mind.
"So I can artificially modify the properties of clay…"
Hard clay.
Ultra-light clay.
Heat-resistant clay.
Ceramic clay.
Storm added property development of the Clay-Clay Fruit to his plans.
He had no intention of continuing experiments in New Okama Paradise.
Storm glanced at the unconscious okama, then searched the area again.
Soon, he discovered several secret passage entrances leading to other floors of Impel Down.
"I only need the entrances… what I lack is a map."
After a brief thought, Storm summoned a [Silver Trophy] and made a wish.
In the next instant, the trophy transformed into a yellowish parchment.
[Impel Down Construction Map]
Star Rating: ★★★
Effect: Records all seven levels of Impel Down, including secret passages
Comment: I solemnly swear I will not do anything good!
"This is perfect."
Storm held up the map and gestured to Whitebeard III, who immediately moved to his side.
The two vanished into a nearby secret passage.
Starting from Level 5.5—New Okama Paradise, Storm swiftly traversed Impel Down's hidden routes.
Scorching Hell—raging flames.
Hungry Hell—piles of corpses.
Beast Hell—stench of beasts.
Crimson Hell—mountains of blood-soaked needles.
Storm's footsteps covered nearly every secret passage.
Not a single guard noticed.
These hidden routes were the very foundation of New Okama Paradise's survival.
Eventually, Storm stopped before the food warehouse in Scorching Hell.
Almost all food supplies for Impel Down were stored here.
Avoiding surveillance Den Den Mushi, Storm infiltrated silently.
The ground softened.
Food supplies sank.
Within minutes, massive quantities of food dropped through the floor—from the fourth level to the fifth.
No alarms.
No witnesses.
"The food problem is solved."
Storm returned to the unmonitored Frozen Hell, then headed back to New Okama Paradise.
While Storm was away—
Ivankov was the first to awaken, helping the other okama regain consciousness.
When Storm returned carrying mountains of food, everyone froze.
"Vongola Storm!"
Under the expectant gazes of the others, Ivankov stepped forward.
"You want—"
"Cook."
Storm dumped the ingredients in front of him.
"Cook everything. I'm hungry."
Ivankov's lips twitched.
The one who'd been beaten half to death hadn't eaten—
yet the one who beat him was hungry.
"Hurry up!"
Under Ivankov's command, the okama sprang into action.
Minutes later, rich aromas filled New Okama Paradise.
One dish after another was served.
Storm summoned his trophies.
He invested the Platinum Trophy into Speed
and the Diamond Trophy into Strength.
Compared to an uncertain second Devil Ring,
Storm valued tangible power more.
Strength: ★★★★★★
Speed: ★★★★★★
Endurance: ★★★★★★
[Physique: ★★★★★★]
A powerful hunger surged through him.
Storm focused entirely on eating.
The food vanished rapidly.
Satisfied, Storm glanced at Ivankov with ill intent.
Ivankov immediately coughed, pretending to be weak.
"My injuries are quite serious…"
"You think I believe that?"
Storm stood and stretched.
"I'll come back for you later, Okama King.
I won't go easy on you just because you're 'injured.'"
As Storm prepared to leave, Ivankov finally asked,
"What you said before… about Infinite Hell. Was that true?"
"Of course."
Storm nodded.
"But not yet.
When the operation begins, I'll tell you."
"And then you'll cooperate."
Ivankov felt a headache coming on.
"So I really have to challenge Magellan with you?"
"You have no choice."
Storm's voice was calm.
Ivankov understood.
After today, the lives of everyone in New Okama Paradise—
rested entirely in Storm's hands.
And in this situation…
what choice did he have, other than to agree?
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