Chapter 130: Start binding the Legends in eternal hell.
The next day, when Saint Lakeman finally stirred from sleep, the sun had already reached its zenith.
He rose from the bed, his blood-red eyes still half-lidded with sleep, and rang the bell near his bedside. A maid, who had been waiting silently outside, entered at once.
Without needing a word, she bowed gracefully and began her duties—preparing a warm bath infused with fragrant herbs. She bathed him with practiced gentleness, dried him, and dressed him in his custom-tailored garments. Once finished, she bowed again and quietly exited.
'The girls have already gone for training,' Lakeman thought, running a hand through his tousled black hair, a smug smile playing on his lips. 'It's about time I ramp up my training pace too.'
With that, he made his way toward the elevator that led to the floor below.
At the entrance to the lift, he produced a sleek, black key adorned with a silver emblem of the World Government. He inserted it into the lock, and the metal doors hissed open with a deep, echoing rumble. As he stepped inside, the doors closed behind him, and the elevator began its slow descent into the abyss.
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Eternal Hell—Level 6 of Impel Down.
The lowest and most terrifying level of the prison. It was here that monsters among men were locked away—those who had committed unspeakable crimes, whose sheer existence posed an existential threat to the World Government.
It was said by Fleet Admiral Sengoku himself that just one Level 6 prisoner, if let loose in a remote nation, could plunge the world into chaos. These prisoners had been sentenced either to death or to spend the rest of eternity rotting in their cells—forgotten by history.
Saint Jaygarcia Saturn of the Five Elders had once admitted in shock that anyone from this level serving under another man was unthinkable.