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

In the fourth layer of scorching hell, the battle between ice and fire continues. The alcohol flames spewed by the giant barrel Basque Chote and the ice crystal lotuses scattered by Doma clash and explode with a large amount of high-temperature steam.

The deadly cold was temporarily neutralized, giving the pirates a precious respite. Everyone, including Big Barrel, knew that this flame, which relied on expending energy to maintain, was not a long-term solution.

Doma's power is unfathomable, and the bizarre nature of his abilities is even more chilling. The pirates' primary goal has always been to escape Impel Down, not to fight to the death with a monster from an evil cult.

At this crucial moment when the battle was at a stalemate, a thunderous roar erupted...

A deep and tremendous roar seemed to come from the deepest part of the earth's crust, shaking the entire Impel Down.

The initial violent shaking made both sides in the fierce battle subconsciously think that an underwater earthquake had occurred.

"Was there an earthquake?"

"Something's not right... this feeling is wrong!"

Even powerful individuals as perceptive as Redfield and Doma noticed the anomaly. It wasn't a natural tectonic movement, but rather... the rhythmic pulsation of some enormous living being awakening and attempting to move.

Redfield abruptly closed his eyes, maximizing his Observation Haki to its limit. It was no longer limited to the fourth level, but spread out like a spider web throughout the entire Impel Down structure.

"The wicked king has succeeded!"

As if to confirm Redfield's perception, the wall on one side of the fourth-level prison, which was originally made of scorching hot bricks, suddenly underwent a strange change.

The surface of the wall began to distort, and under everyone's gaze, the outline of a pair of enormous eyes slowly emerged on the massive wall.

It was through Avaro Pizarro's eyes that he, through the power of the Island-Island Fruit, completely integrated his consciousness and life into every corner of the massive Impel Down building.

At this moment, he is Impel Down, and Impel Down is him!

A laugh that rang out simultaneously from every stone in all directions echoed in everyone's ears; it was the voice of the wicked king, "Welcome to my body."

With the complete control of the tyrannical king's consciousness, Impel Down began to undergo a dramatic transformation, starting with a structural reorganization.

The original, clearly defined first to sixth levels of the prison began to undergo a frenzied shift, compression, and fusion in their relative positions and internal structures.

In particular, the most expansive and lowest level, LEVEL 6 Infinite Hell, under the will of Pizarro, began to stack and compress upwards like a giant base.

The five prison levels above were forcibly squeezed and pieced together like building blocks, with the passageways twisting, the cells collapsing and reassembling, and the once familiar paths becoming unrecognizable.

"Ah, help!"

"The wall, the wall is coming down!"

Some unfortunate prisoners, caught off guard by the dramatic changes in terrain that resembled the rebirth of the world, were instantly crushed by the closing walls or smashed into a bloody pulp by the collapsing ceiling. Screams echoed throughout the prison.

Meanwhile, the view from the outside panoramic perspective is even more stunning.

The Impel Down castle, which originally stood like a black tower in the deep sea, began to deform at its very base, growing several supports made of rock and metal.

These supports were driven deep into the seabed rock, and then unleashed a terrifying force that lifted the incredibly heavy Impel Down from the seabed.

The rise of this enormous creature caused towering waves to surge across the sea, and the sea kings swimming around it were terrified by this sudden change and scattered in all directions.

They couldn't understand with their simple brains why this large rock, which had lived there for so long, suddenly came to life and even grew legs!

Impel Down is rising above the seabed, and Avaro Pizarro, the pirate known as the "Evil King," is single-handedly turning the World Government's centuries-old impregnable fortress into a living structure.

Every pirate who realized what was happening paled. The steel prison where they had been imprisoned and tortured had now become their ark for escaping their desperate situation. The shock brought by this reversal of identity was unparalleled.

Looking at the ever-changing, seemingly alive walls around him, the fake smile that always graced his face vanished completely for the first time, replaced by a cold, solemn expression. The situation was beginning to slip out of his control.

Magellan hovered in mid-air, his massive, venomous body covered in wounds from his battle with the black dragon. The physical injuries were nothing compared to the shock he was experiencing in his heart.

He looked down at the Impel Down, a city that once symbolized absolute order and suppression. Now, this fortress, to which Magellan had devoted half his life and regarded it as his life's mission to never fall, was undergoing a dramatic transformation that was almost blasphemous.

The once solid rock walls writhed and twisted like living things, the familiar prison hierarchy was forcibly shattered and reassembled, and the entire building even rose from the seabed.

Every inch of ruin beneath his feet groaned under the weight of the ruins, and was quickly taken over by the will of the tyrannical pirate king.

Magellan's breathing became heavy, and his face finally turned ashen with despair. All the beliefs he had upheld throughout his life, all the efforts he had made, all the villains he had suppressed... everything seemed so ridiculous and futile in the face of Impel Down, which had come to life and betrayed him.

He let out a low, almost sobbing whisper, his voice filled with the desolation of a hero's end, "The ambush was a failure, and even you chose to betray me, Impel Down?"

The black dragon, who had been fighting him for a long time, hovered not far away and uttered a deep voice: "Magellan, face reality. This chaotic era can no longer tolerate the corrupt order of the Celestial Dragons."

"Join our Clown Pirates. With your abilities, Captain Buggy will definitely appreciate you. Why sacrifice yourself for the old world that is destined to collapse?"

Magellan slowly raised his head. His face, which was a deep purple from years of exposure to deadly poison, twitched violently, eventually contorting into a smile that was more hideous than a grimace.

"I, Magellan, have spent my entire life fighting against pirates, and now you want me to join them in my later years?!"

A dark red venom, far more violent and desperate than ever before, suddenly gushed out from every pore of Magellan's body.

His body became a constantly expanding source of venom, the venom so deep it was almost black, emanating an ultimate malice that could even corrode the air.

"Since Impel Down no longer exists..."

Magellan's voice became hoarse and manic, his eyes completely consumed by a frenzied will to destroy, and his gradually sinking consciousness further enhanced the power of the Venom-Venom Fruit.

"Then let's destroy each other completely!"

A larger and more powerful venomous behemoth rose from the sea near Impel Down.