After speaking, the Den Den Mushi was hung up.
Hannyabal held the Den Den Mushi and let out a long sigh of relief.
As long as Shiryu of the Rain was willing to take action, the intruder would certainly be no match for him.
Meanwhile, in the Blazing Hell of Impel Down's fourth level.
Amidst a sea of flames, a man dressed in a black trench coat, with a faint, bloodthirsty smile at the corner of his mouth, slowly sheathed the long sword in his hand.
At his feet lay numerous prisoners who had already lost their lives.
This man was Shiryu of the Rain.
He was originally the chief jailer of Impel Down, possessing formidable strength and exceptional swordsmanship. However, due to his penchant for indiscriminately slaughtering prisoners, he had been imprisoned by Magellan in the sixth level.
Later, he was permitted to move freely within certain floors of Impel Down, on the condition that he did not arbitrarily kill prison guards.
Shiryu of the Rain sheathed his sword, wiped the blood from its blade, and a look of dissatisfaction appeared on his face:
"How boring. These guys are too weak. They can't even withstand a single strike from me."
Just then, the Den Den Mushi on his person rang.
Shiryu of the Rain picked up the Den Den Mushi and, upon hearing Hannyabal's plea, a flicker of excitement instantly crossed his face.
"An intruder, and a little girl at that?" The smile on Shiryu of the Rain's lips grew even more bloodthirsty. "Interesting, truly interesting. I hope you won't disappoint me!"
With that, Shiryu of the Rain hesitated no longer. His figure, like a phantom, swiftly raced toward the direction of the sixth level.
His heart was filled with anticipation—anticipation that the intruder would possess sufficient strength to allow him to engage in a full-fledged battle, to free him from these tedious days.
He could hardly wait to meet the intruder, to hunt her down with his own hands and savor the thrill of the kill!
...
Infinite Hell.
Ivan stood quietly in the center of the passageway, looking down at the prisoners in the cells on either side, who were revealing their ugly, desperate sides.
Catarina Devon's flattery, Vasco Shot's obsequiousness, Avalo Pizarro's temptations, along with the other prisoners' pitiful pleas and humble promises, echoed like grating noise in the deathly silence of hell.
These blood-soaked criminals were using every means at their disposal in an attempt to sway the little girl before them.
Faced with their threats and inducements, Misaka Mikoto remained completely unmoved, merely sweeping her calm gaze over each twisted face.
After a moment of silence, she finally responded slowly.
It was not the unlocking they had hoped for, but rather a slow raising of her right hand.
With a light pinch of her fingertips, a metal sphere the size of a fist appeared in her palm.
The next moment, Misaka Mikoto fixed her gaze on Catarina Devon, the first to speak with flattery.
Her gaze was calm and unreadable, causing Catarina Devon's heart to tighten. Forcing a full-faced, ingratiating smile, Devon bowed and scraped, saying:
"Your Excellency, rest assured, I mean what I say. As long as you release me, I will serve you faithfully, going through fire and water without hesitation!"
But this flattering smile lasted only a second before freezing completely.
A blinding blue light suddenly erupted from Misaka Mikoto's body!
Countless intricate currents of electricity intertwined and coiled around her. The originally chilly passageway was instantly enveloped in a wave of scorching heat.
Those electric currents seemed to come alive, rapidly converging onto the small metal sphere in Misaka Mikoto's palm, enveloping it entirely.
Blue electricity churned and condensed continuously, emitting astonishing energy fluctuations.
"What is this?" The confusion on Catarina Devon's face was instantly replaced by fear.
She instinctively took a step back, staring intently at the metal sphere wrapped in electricity, a strong sense of crisis rising in her heart. "Wait!"
Misaka Mikoto paid no attention to Catarina Devon's plea for mercy.
The next moment, with a light flick of her finger, the metal sphere wrapped in electricity shot through the air, speeding toward Catarina Devon.
It moved so fast that only a blur remained.
"No!"
Catarina Devon only had time to let out a shrill scream. She wanted to dodge, but restrained by Seastone, her body was weak and utterly unable to move even half a step.
She could only watch helplessly as the sphere grew larger and larger in her pupils, finally striking her chest with tremendous force.
Boom!
A loud explosion rang out as blue electricity erupted instantly, engulfing Catarina Devon's body.
The piercing sound of the explosion echoed through the empty sixth level, accompanied by the sound of shattering bones. Catarina Devon's body instantly disintegrated into pieces.
Blood and shredded flesh splattered across the entire cell, the pungent smell of blood spreading, nauseating to the senses.
At the same time, a system notification sounded in Ivan's mind:
[You have killed Catarina Devon and obtained one lottery draw opportunity!]
Ivan remained expressionless, as if he had merely done something trivial.
Yet this scene plunged all the prisoners in the cells on either side into extreme terror.
The flattery, sycophancy, and greed on their faces were instantly replaced by fear and disbelief.
Only now did they realize the truth.
This seemingly harmless little girl was not their savior at all—she was the Grim Reaper come to harvest their lives!
"You... what do you want?!" A pirate with a face full of scars was the first to react, shouting in accusation:
"We've already bowed to you, willing to serve you. Why do you still want to kill us?"
"That's right! Catarina already agreed to pledge loyalty to you. Why did you have to resort to such cruelty?" another prisoner yelled. "We just want to survive. We haven't provoked you. Why must you wipe us all out?"
"Madwoman, you're a madwoman!"
"Let us out now, or when we get out, we'll tear you to pieces!"
Accusations, curses, and pleas erupted one after another.
But this time, there was no trace of the earlier flattery or sycophancy—only bone-deep fear.
These once ruthless criminals, who had treated lives as worthless, now trembled in the face of death, no different from the weak they had once slaughtered.
The only difference was that they had now become the weak themselves!
Misaka Mikoto slowly turned her head and spoke:
"Why kill her? Because she deserved to die a thousand times over!"
She said, word by word:
"Catarina Devon, a Nine-Tailed Fox Fruit user, once disguised herself as a kingdom's princess, deceived the king's trust, slaughtered the entire kingdom, and murdered over thirty thousand innocent civilians, not even sparing infants in their cradles."
Having plundered dozens of merchant ships, tortured all crew members to death, and thrown their bodies into the sea.
Having colluded with pirates, looted coastal towns, set villages ablaze, and committed every imaginable crime.
Her sins are too numerous to record!
Today, I, Misaka Mikoto, representing Shadow Garden, sentence Catarina Devon to death, to be carried out immediately!"
These words exploded like thunder in the ears of the prisoners.
They never expected that for this reason alone, they would be sentenced to death.