The prisoners were now escorted through the depths of Impel Down and systematically placed within their designated cells. Jake and Ryuken were incarcerated on Level 2, the Wild Beast Hell, while Gojo was transported directly to Level 5, the Freezing Hell, as the World Government was intensely curious about the nature of his enigmatic Devil Fruit.
Given his demonstrated power—having fought a Vice Admiral to a standstill—the government was profoundly wary of him, taking extreme precautions to ensure he remained securely contained until his execution.
But what if the World Government, in a calculated gambit, offered Gojo a second chance? An offer to become one of the Shichibukai, a Warlord of the Sea, providing them a front-row seat to the true extent of his Devil Fruit's capabilities? Would he acquiesce to their terms and join the ranks of the seven warlords?
Well, let us fervently hope he does not!!
Two entire, consecutive weeks had elapsed since their transport from East Blue to the nightmarish fortress of Impel Down. Throughout this frigid imprisonment, Gojo contemplated his imminent breakout, strategizing how to liberate himself and aid his crew.
His cell was brutally, soul-crushingly cold; several prisoners had already succumbed to fatal frostbite. The meager food served to them arrived frozen solid. Furthermore, the extreme cold rendered all Den Den Mushi completely inoperative at this level, severing all external contact and internal surveillance simultaneously.
"Since the transponder snails are incapacitated, this presents the perfect opportunity to break out," a villainous laugh crept across his face as he glanced disdainfully at the massive chains bound to his leg. "I've already squandered far too much time."
With a single, nonchalant punch, the reinforced chains shattered into pieces, startling the other emaciated prisoners who witnessed the scene unfold.
Shivering violently from the pervasive cold, one prisoner managed to speak through his chattering, rumbling teeth. "Wh-Who're you?"
"Eh? Is that a serious question right now?" Gojo replied dismissively. "I'm breaking out of this prison immediately, and I'll do you all the favor of removing your chains as well."
Clang!
Instantly, the chains restraining every prisoner in the cell were violently broken apart. The inmates were stunned but could scarcely react, weakened by prolonged starvation and rendered nearly immobile by the paralyzing cold.
Gojo did not spare a moment to observe the prisoners he had freed; he immediately marched toward the chamber's wall, which he then shattered into minuscule pieces, its structural integrity compromised by the relentless freeze.
Time to wreak some havoc!
As he stretched his muscles, a pack of monstrous white wolves emerged from the frozen trees integrated into the prison's ecosystem. "Ho… you wanna play?"
Desperate and predatory, the wolves moved in a coordinated pack, charging their intended prey. Gojo sighed, pivoting sideways with effortless grace to evade the first wolf, which had leaped upward to rip him apart with its fangs.
A single, casual punch sufficed, propelling the wolf meters away through the air. The remaining wolves, witnessing their packmate's fate, instinctively tried to flee. This time, Gojo became the aggressor, leaping forward to engage the retreating pack.
The first wolf had its skull crushed; the second was brutally ripped apart, its blood splattering across the icy environment without a single drop touching Gojo's pristine figure. Having dealt with the wolves, he began hopping lightly for a second. "Now, I've sufficiently warmed up!"
…
Back on Level 2, the Wild Beast Hell, where Jake and Ryuken were imprisoned, monstrous beasts roamed the corridors, ensuring all prisoners remained terrified and behind bars.
Jake and Ryuken, confined together in a single cell, sat despondently on the floor, waiting desperately for their captain to save them from the deep-freeze of Level 5. They knew they were powerless against the patrolling beasts, shackled and stripped of their weapons.
"If my sword were here, I would've broken out on my own already," Ryuken grunted in frustration.
"Don't be stupid; the moment you attempt a jailbreak, you'll be killed instantly," Jake retorted. "We have no choice but to wait for Gojo and maintain a humble facade."
Ryuken hissed at that, still wondering what was taking their captain so long. He was acutely aware of Gojo's immense power and formidable strength.
"I'm dying of sheer boredom; I hope he makes it here faster."
"Yeah!"
…
Gojo now stood before a colossal door, unmistakably the entrance leading down to Level 4. He could feel a palpable surge of heat emanating from behind it and swallowed hard. He knew intuitively that from this point onward, his path would be far less straightforward than Level 5, where the intense cold had provided an accidental advantage by disabling most security systems.
The frozen silence of Level 5 was definitively cracked by Gojo Satoru's stretching. The other prisoners huddled in their icy cages, breath crystallizing into frost, could only watch the strange pirate in his torn prison coat. He seemed utterly alien among them—too relaxed, too clean, and far too confident.
Before him stood the massive steel door leading downward to Level 4, the Blazing Hell. To most prisoners, this door was an insurmountable wall of despair. To Gojo? It was merely a badly designed decoration.
"Man…" he muttered, running a hand through his snow-white hair. "They really need to hire an interior designer. An icebox up here and a sauna down there? I'm sweating just thinking about it."
He tapped the door once with a single finger.
Booooom!
The subsequent explosion rattled the entire cavern. Frost shattered from the ceilings, chains snapped under the force, and the mighty steel gate was reduced to a pile of jagged rubble. The prisoners could only gawk in awe, their jaws hanging slack.
Gojo dusted his hands off with theatrical flair. "Well, that was anticlimactic. I was honestly hoping for fireworks."
The staircase downward glowed an ominous orange. Heat wafted up in distorting waves, turning the air thick and heavy. Gojo fanned himself lazily. "Oof. Straight from the icebox to the barbecue. Someone really ought to tell the architect he's fired!"
The moment his foot touched the floor of Level 4, blaring alarms erupted. Guards poured into the chamber, rifles raised, searing-hot spears gleaming in the firelight.
"There he is! The jailbreaker!"
"Don't let him advance any further!"
"Fire everything!"
A hail of bullets and spears shot toward him. Gojo merely tilted his head, watching with detached amusement as every projectile halted midair, each attack freezing just inches from his body.
"Aw, come on, guys. You genuinely thought something that basic would work?" He tapped one suspended bullet with his finger, and it dropped to the ground harmlessly.
Gasps erupted from the guards. "What the hell?!"
"He stopped them…with nothing?!"
"Not nothing," Gojo corrected, cracking his fist with a wide grin. "It's the power of my Devil Fruit. Think of it as a customer-service policy; I simply don't allow random objects to invade my personal space."
With a lazy wave of his hand, a wave of Cursed Energy pulsed outward. A devastating shockwave tore through the ranks of guards, blasting them into walls, ceilings, and—unfortunately for them—into nearby molten pits.
Prisoners in surrounding cages roared with triumphant laughter. "Kill those bastards!"
"Who is this guy?!"
"He's completely insane!"
Gojo bowed theatrically. "Thank you, thank you. I'll be here all week—or until I collapse the entire building."
The very prison began to shake. From the far side of the cavern, cages rattled violently, and gates snapped open. Guards screamed in terror as monstrous shapes lumbered into the firelit chamber.
A three-headed wolf, the size of a small ship, snarled with eyes glowing hellish red. A scorpion the length of a Sea King slammed its colossal claws, venom dripping onto the sizzling stone. A giant bull, muscles steaming in the oppressive heat, pawed the ground, ready to charge.
The guards cheered desperately. "Release the Level 4 beasts! Let them tear him apart!"
Gojo tilted his head curiously. "You brought the whole zoo? Nice. I've always wanted a field trip."
The wolf charged first, all three heads snapping in vicious unison. Its fangs halted mere inches from Gojo's neck, utterly unable to breach his Infinity. He crouched slightly, poked the middle snout, and whispered:
"Boop."
The wolf whimpered, confusion flashing in its six eyes—before Gojo pulsed his Cursed Energy. Boom! The beast was flung backward, smashing through a solid wall and landing in a molten pit with a final, pitiful yelp.
"Next!" Gojo chirped.
The scorpion lunged, its stinger glowing with potent venom. Gojo sidestepped without even touching the floor. The stinger froze in midair, inches from his shoulder. He squinted at it, utterly unimpressed.
"Yikes. If that touched me, I'd need like… twelve shots at the doctor's office. Hard pass." He flicked his finger. A repulsive force of Cursed Energy hurled the scorpion skyward, smashing it into the cavern ceiling. Rocks rained down as the beast slid unconscious into the flames below.
The bull roared, steam blasting from its nostrils, and charged like a living cannonball. Gojo sighed, pretending to yawn.
"Fine, fine. I'll take you seriously for half a second."
He raised both hands. The bull's charge reversed instantly, its massive body yanked backward, legs flailing helplessly. The creature slammed into the wall it had just come from, creating a massive crater before collapsing in a daze.
Gojo clapped slowly. "Great job, everyone. Ten out of ten for effort. Zero out of ten for results."
The entire level descended into pure chaos. Prisoners screamed in excitement, rattling their cages. Guards ran for their lives. Lava pits bubbled over, and the structural stone began to crack and collapse.
One guard, pinned under rubble, shouted hoarsely, "Y-You're destroying the prison itself!"
Gojo tilted his head, tapping his chin in mock contemplation. "Am I? Huh. I thought the open-plan design looked better this way."
With another casual pulse of Cursed Energy, he knocked down an entire row of guard towers. The structures collapsed into the lava, sending fountains of molten rock skyward.
The prisoners erupted into frenzied cheers. "FREE US!"
"TEAR IT ALL DOWN!"
Gojo winked at them. "Sorry, folks, but I'm only here for the VIP package. Gotta pick up my crewmates further down. You guys can, uh… feel free to figure things out for yourselves." With another gesture, he shattered the locks on the nearby cells, unleashing the prisoners to rampage and aid his diversion.
The crowd booed, half playful, half desperate. Gojo ignored them, strolling toward the next gate as if he were on a leisurely walk through a park. Behind him, Level 4 continued its total collapse, fire and stone blending into a symphony of pure bedlam.
As he reached the stairs leading to Level 3, a lone, surviving guard staggered in front of him, shaking but determined, holding a spear with both hands. "S-Stop! I… I won't let you go any further!"
Gojo froze, blinking twice. Then, slowly, he leaned forward, his voice dropping to a deadly serious tone.
"Kid… what's your name?"
"T-Takashi…" The guard stammered.
Gojo nodded gravely. "Takashi, huh. You've got guts. Real courage. Spine."
The guard trembled. "R-Really…?"
"Yeah," Gojo said softly. "That's exactly why… you should quit this job."
Before the man could formulate a reply, Gojo flicked his forehead gently. The poor guard flew backward, spinning through the air like a ragdoll before landing harmlessly in a haystack of broken spears and rubble.
Gojo dusted his hands. "Good talk, Takashi. Now go follow your dreams."
Heat shimmered across the ruined cavern, smoke rising from the collapsed structures. The defeated beasts lay unconscious, the guards were scattered, and the level itself was crumbling into the magma.
Gojo descended the stairs, humming cheerfully. "Level 4—cleared. Next stop, Level 3. Hopefully they've got snacks. Or at least a drink. This place is drier than a Marine's sense of humor."
Behind him, the prison burned, guards wailed, and prisoners cheered their liberator. Impel Down itself shuddered from the unprecedented destruction.
And Satoru Gojo, smiling as always, strolled ever deeper into hell—as if it were all just another day at the office.
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