The pirates sat and forgot, and they really believed the nine truths and one lie.

With Black Sperm's almost omnipotent candle key unlocking the last Seastone shackles, Impel Down Level 6, the final prison that held the world's most heinous criminals, was declared utterly lost.

All the surviving prisoners, no matter how notorious they once were, now enjoy long-awaited freedom and can stand freely outside their cages, breathing in the fresh air blowing in from the fifth level of the prison.

Redfield, the solitary figure, stood out somewhat from the chaotic passageway. His tall, thin frame seemed out of place. His penetrating eyes swept over the faces distorted by ecstasy or resentment, but his mind was elsewhere.

Bucky the Clown silently murmured the name, this dangerous man who commanded the bizarre and powerful Black Sperm, and who himself was shrouded in mystery.

Redfield was eager to know what kind of madness and scheming was hidden in Bucky's head under that red nose, using his Observation Haki to read him.

Rescuing Barrett is probably just a pretext; their real purpose may be to completely muddy the waters of the ocean.

Amidst the surging torrent of ferocious beasts, there were also some relatively weaker beings, such as Arlong, a fish-man from the East China Sea who was implicated by the Heavenly Curtain.

Given his meager bounty of less than 100 million, being imprisoned in LEVEL 6 seemed somewhat inadequate; the torture had already worn away his ferocity.

At this moment, he could only drag his weak body and barely keep up at the back of the main force, relying on the tenacious physique of the fish-men to survive, hoping to take advantage of the chaos to save his life and one day return to the embrace of Mother Ocean.

Meanwhile, Shiryu of the Rain, who had already made his escape, seemed to have a change of heart before fleeing and did a good deed by unleashing a sharp slash that precisely destroyed the special elevator connecting the sixth level to the upper prison.

The main passageway structure was severely damaged, preventing the newly released monsters from quickly reaching the upper level by taking the elevator.

They could only rely on brute force to climb up the broken walls created by Pochi and Shiryu, preparing to ascend layer by layer.

So Ivankov, who remained on the fifth floor, witnessed a chilling sight: figures exuding a fierce aura, like demons crawling out of the abyss of hell, emerged one after another from the huge hole in the ceiling of the sixth floor.

The biting wind and snow seemed unable to cool the burning destructive desire in their eyes. Ivankov's huge face was filled with solemnity, and he recognized many of the familiar faces.

World Destroyer – Bundy Wald!

Giant warship - San Juan Wolf

Crimson Moon Hunter - Katrin Demi

The Great Barrel – Basque Chote

Lone Red – Redfield, etc...

As a former revolutionary army cadre, Ivankov possessed a vast intelligence pool, and he was well aware of the terrifying disaster that releasing these lawless saboteurs into the outside world would cause to civilians and the world order.

He cursed inwardly again, "Bucky, you madman! He's not saving people at all; he's unleashing destruction! He wants to plunge the whole world into chaos!"

As a member of the revolutionary army who sought to overthrow oppression and establish a new order, Ivankov felt no sympathy for these villains who took pleasure in destruction; instead, he felt only deep vigilance and disgust.

The situation is now out of control. As more and more Level 6 criminals flood into Level 5 and begin to release the prisoners who were originally held there, everyone joins in this mass prison break.

Ivankov knew that the best opportunity to fish in troubled waters had arrived. If he waited any longer, and the World Government reacted and sent a large army to suppress him, or Magellan returned, it would be too late.

"Now!" Without further hesitation, Ivankov pulled a specially made signal gun from his pocket, aimed it at the gloomy sky above the fifth floor, and pulled the trigger.

Whoosh! A pink signal flare shaped like a peach heart exploded in the air, standing out conspicuously in the sky above the fifth level of the prison.

The ladyboy army, which had already assembled and packed their luggage at the new ladyboy amusement park on the 5.5th floor, surged out from various secret exits like a flood under the command of Lightning the moment they saw the ladyboy king's signal.

They quickly joined up with the escape team on the main road of the fifth floor. Although they were strangely dressed, they acted in a very organized manner, clearly having prepared for this day for a long time. They soon spontaneously gathered around Ivankov.

"Charge! For freedom!"

"Follow Lord Ivan!"

The prisoners on the fifth floor broke free of their cages. They preferred to die in the struggle rather than remain in this frigid hell and slowly freeze and starve to death.

Driven by the instinct for survival, they followed the direction of the LEVEL6 monsters and the army of transvestites, forming a torrent of madness and hope, and began a desperate assault on the entrance to the fourth level.

LEVEL 4 Scorching Hell Monitoring Room

Compared to the deafening shouts and chaos emanating from the floors below, this room filled with Den Den Mushi screens maintained a suffocating calm for the time being.

But this calm, like the last surface of the sea before a storm, is so oppressive that it makes one's heart feel like it's about to stop beating.

Hannibal, his body wrapped in blood-soaked bandages, leaned against the wall, his once comical sumo hairstyle now disheveled, and a deep sense of powerlessness written on his face.

Chief Warden Saludes was in slightly better condition, but his uniform was torn and his face was bruised. He pursed his lips and stared intently at the largest surveillance screens in front of him.

The scene on the screen was like hell on earth. From the entrance to the fifth level of extreme cold hell, a flood of ferocious pirates poured out one after another.

Among them were legendary pirates who had just been released from the sixth level of Infinite Hell, ordinary pirates from the fifth level, and even a group of flamboyantly dressed transvestites chanting strange slogans.

This diverse yet equally destructive force of escapees is sweeping away the remaining resistance on the fourth level with overwhelming force.

Occasionally, glimpses of prison guards or blue gorillas who couldn't escape in time appear in the footage. Faced with an overwhelming numerical advantage and a mob filled with resentment, they are torn to shreds and dismembered like pieces of paper.

Screams drifted through the Den Den Mushi, chilling the air in the monitoring room even further. Domino and Chief Jailer Sadie huddled together in a corner, unsure of what fate awaited them.

Domino's once meticulously styled hair was now disheveled, her delicate face was deathly pale, and her eyes were filled with fear and confusion.

Little Sadie clutched her taming whip, her body trembling slightly. The sadistic smile she used to wear was long gone. They knew very well that in such a complete riot, if female prison guards fell into the hands of the mob, their fate would be many times worse than that of the men.

"That bastard Shiryu, he really ran away too?"

Hannibal broke the silence with a hoarse voice, his tone numb with the pain of utter betrayal. He should have realized long ago that the murderous maniac who had sided with the Celestial Dragons would never fight to the death for Impel Down.

"Are we... just going to stay here and wait to die?" Little Sadie's voice rang out, filled with despair and tears. Going out would mean certain death, and staying here would also lead to certain death if the thugs discovered the monitoring room.

Hannibal shifted his body with difficulty, and more blood seeped from under the bandages. He watched as his familiar men were brutally murdered on the screen, and closed his eyes in anguish.

The monitoring room fell into a deathly silence once again, with only the increasingly close shouts and sounds of destruction coming from the Den Den Mushi screen, like a death knell tolling on everyone's hearts.

The atmosphere of despair, like the scorching steam of the fourth layer, was so thick it was impossible to dissipate. This impregnable wall, which once symbolized absolute order and suppression, was now completely collapsing from within.

The survivors in the monitoring room seemed to have no choice but to watch helplessly and wait for that final moment to arrive.