The interrogation room in Impel Down was far more menacing than the prison itself. Its walls were adorned with a horrifying array of torture instruments: a thick iron whip covered in tiny, flesh-tearing barbs, a bloodstained hammer with vicious bumps on its head, a cattle prod notorious for its agony-inducing capabilities, and other terrifying devices.
At the room's center was a frigid, bloodstained iron chair, equipped with shackles meant to immobilize anyone unfortunate enough to sit in it.
Yet, it was not just the chair that inspired terror.
The impending knowledge of what awaited one after occupying that sinister seat was enough to send shivers down the spine of even the most resolute of souls.
Lucas was escorted to this room by the CP0 agents. His eyes scanned the chamber, taking in the macabre instruments hanging ominously on the walls and the lingering scent of blood.
Despite the chilling atmosphere, Lucas showed no signs of fear or anxiety. He calmly made his way to the iron chair and sat down, seemingly unperturbed.
The CP0 agents shackled his hands, yet he remained nonchalant, as if he had just returned to his own living room.
"You may be calm for now, but you won't be for long," sneered the CP0 team leader. He turned to his subordinates and instructed, "Prepare the Voice Recording Den Den Mushi and record every word he utters."
The subordinate produced a Voice Recording Den Den Mushi, activating it as the snail extended its head from its shell and focused its cloudy eyes on Lucas.
Recording commenced.
"You must know why we are here," the CP0 team leader said, his gaze fixed on Lucas.
He strolled heading toward a gruesome table of torture implements.
"So, what kind of instrument shall we use on you? Perhaps this bloodstained knife?" he mused, lifting a blade as thin as a cicada's wing, capable of slicing a prisoner's flesh as finely as sashimi.
The CP0 leader deliberately moved slowly, increasing the tension, and then set the knife aside, opting for a bloodstained hammer.
"Or maybe this hammer, to shatter your bones one by one?" He smiled sinisterly, his gaze locking onto Lucas. "But why choose? Let's use them all," he said in a sadistic tone.
Multiple CP0 agents joined him, each selecting a tormenting instrument. They advanced on Lucas simultaneously, their intentions clear.
However, Lucas, who had been calmly observing the escalating threat, suddenly broke into a smile.
"What reason do you have to be smiling like that?" the CP0 team leader inquired, irritated by the seemingly mocking expression.
"Because..." Lucas's gaze darted beyond the CP0 team leader, focusing on a corner that lay hidden from the agents' direct line of sight.
Noticing Lucas's line of vision, the CP0 leader grew suspicious and turned his head to investigate.
What he saw left him utterly dumbfounded.
Behind the CP0 agents, a menacing clown holding a red balloon had silently materialized.
His eerie visage featured ashen white skin, fiery red hair, and a grotesque, wide grin with a crimson line that stretched from above his eyes. The clown's smile brimmed with mischief, instilling pure and unadulterated fear into anyone who met his gaze.
Editor: Time for the festivities to come.
you know, it is so annoying when every time there is a CP0 it says CPO, sometimes i hate my copy tool, or was it the translation? eh, still annoying.