Magellan led his men to the fifth level, the Freezing Hell.
After searching for a while, they couldn't find any trace of Sanders.
He took out a Den Den Mushi and called the prison guards in the monitoring room.
"Are you certain Sanders is no longer on the sixth level?"
"Absolutely certain. The surveillance Den Den Mushi on the sixth level hasn't been destroyed, and we can see every corner clearly. Sanders is definitely not on the sixth level," the guard replied confidently.
Magellan glanced at the icy terrain of the fifth level, thought for a moment, and said, "Continue monitoring all the levels. Report to me immediately if anything happens."
"Yes, Director Magellan!"
Magellan continued the search.
Deputy Director Hannyabal stayed at the monitoring room.
Chief Guard Shiryu was stationed at the passage leading to the third level, a cigar in his mouth, watching the exit with excitement.
The entire Impel Down operated like a well-oiled machine, smoothly running under the high alert.
And as for Sanders, the eye of the storm...
At this moment, he was sitting in the kitchen on the fourth level.
This kitchen was right next to the director's office.
Long before Magellan headed to the fifth level, Sanders had already reached the fourth.
With his advanced Observation Haki and the powers of the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, he had all the guards and Den Den Mushi under his control.
He knew exactly where the surveillance devices were and where the guards were stationed.
With the speed granted by the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, avoiding the surveillance Den Den Mushi was a breeze.
Magellan would never imagine that a prisoner trying to escape would end up in the prison's kitchen.
The five chefs in the kitchen looked at Sanders with terror. At their feet lay one of their fellow chefs, wearing a chef's hat. He had been knocked unconscious by Sanders' Conqueror's Haki, as a warning to the others.
"Everyone, stay quiet. Or else, this will be your fate too!"
"Careful, or I'll throw you all into the flames!"
Sanders sat on a table, pointing at the unconscious chef as he threatened the others.
"Y-yes, we'll be quiet. No noise, we promise," the chefs stammered in fear.
Sanders nodded in satisfaction.
"That's more like it. You're working for pennies, no need to risk your lives."
"Now, get moving and make me some food!"
Taking a large bite of meat, Sanders ordered the chefs.
Since he had decided to fight his way out, he needed to replenish his energy first.
"Right, right, we'll cook! We'll get right on it!"
The chefs were relieved.
They had feared the worst, but all he wanted was food. That, they could handle.
The five chefs immediately got to work, cooking up a storm with impressive skill.
One after another, plates of fragrant food were placed in front of Sanders.
He didn't hold back, grabbing the food and eating without care, not even waiting for it to cool.
As he devoured the food, Sanders spoke with his mouth full, "Keep cooking, don't stop. I can eat all of it!"
Faced with the delicious food, Sanders felt like a starving ghost reincarnated. He wanted to eat even the plates.
The prison food had been terrible. Worse still, it had been scarce, with small portions to prevent prisoners from gaining the strength to cause trouble.
If it weren't for his desire to increase his strength, Sanders would have broken out long ago.
More and more food was placed in front of him, but it couldn't keep up with how fast Sanders was eating.
Every time a dish was ready, Sanders would pour it directly into his mouth.
His body seemed to be an endless pit, consuming vast amounts of food with no visible limit.
The chefs' hands were getting tired from cooking, and Sanders kept eating more.
His body began to change.
His strong, over two-meter-tall frame started to widen. Under the chefs' terrified eyes, Sanders gradually transformed into a fat man.
His stomach swelled, larger than that of a pregnant woman, like an inflated balloon ready to burst at any moment.
When one of the chefs couldn't lift the pot anymore, Sanders finally felt satisfied.
Burp~
After downing half a bottle of wine, Sanders let out a loud, content burp, a look of satisfaction on his face.
"Three years... Finally, real food," Sanders muttered as he smacked his lips.
Patting his bulging belly, Sanders used Life Return, quickly digesting the food he had just consumed.
To the chefs' horror, his bloated body began to shrink back, gradually returning to its original shape.
"You all did well. I'm satisfied."
"Since the food was good, I'll spare your lives."
Sanders casually picked his teeth.
"Th-thank you…"
Before the chefs could finish their gratitude, Sanders knocked them all out with his Conqueror's Haki. Their eyes rolled back as they collapsed to the floor.
"Now that I've eaten my fill, it's time to get to work."
"It's time to announce to the world: Sanders is back!"
Saying this, Sanders left the kitchen and headed toward the third level.
This time, he didn't bother avoiding the surveillance Den Den Mushi.
He walked openly through the fourth level, making his way to the third.
His movements were quickly reported to the monitoring room.
The guards immediately notified Magellan, who was still on the fifth level.
"Director Magellan, Sanders has appeared on the fourth level and is heading toward the third level."
"Chief Jailer Sadi has encountered him with her four jailer beasts!"
Magellan's face darkened as he rushed to the fourth level.
At the same time, Sanders stood before five opponents.
To be precise, one person and four beasts.
The person was a young girl who looked even younger than Sanders.
She had curly blonde hair, with her bangs covering her eyes.
Her tight-fitting pink leather outfit showed off her curvaceous figure, making her look both sexy and fierce.
The four beasts, of course, were the jailer beasts.
A cow holding a large spiked club, a rhino with two smaller clubs, and a koala and a zebra.
Seeing Sanders, Sadi smirked.
"Hmm, the Navy's genius traitor. I bet your cries of pain will sound delicious."
"Attack! Capture him!"
Sadi gave the order without hesitation, not taking Sanders seriously at all.
The jailer beasts roared and charged at Sanders, brandishing their weapons.
Sanders remained expressionless, his gaze calm and cold.
Brilliant blue light began to flicker in his hands, gradually concentrating at his fingertips.
"Ten million volts—Thunder Strike!"
Boom!
It was as if thunder suddenly exploded beside their ears.
A bolt of blue lightning shot out, instantly striking the four jailer beasts.
Their charging figures froze mid-step.
Boom!
The tremendous destructive force, accompanied by intense heat and paralysis, blasted the four beasts into the air.
They crashed heavily to the ground, eyes rolling back as they lost consciousness.
Sadi stood there, her mouth agape, unable to believe what she was seeing.
The jailer beasts were terrifying creatures, feared even by pirates!
Yet in front of this man, they didn't even have a chance to get close!
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