Chapter 147

**Chapter 147**

Shiryu had walked into a trap.

And now—

**He would pay the price.**

Trembling hands pressed against the cold floor as he slowly raised his head.

His gaze met Carl's.

**Black holes.**

That's what they looked like.

Dark. Infinite.

**And inside them—**

Faint flickers of **red lightning.**

A silent **warning**.

An overwhelming force **crushed down** on Shiryu's body.

Not just him—

Carl's entourage.

The prisoners.

Even the hardened criminals of Impel Down—

**All of them trembled.**

For some, this pressure was **all too familiar**.

A weight that could only be found in the **deepest depths** of the prison.

**The strongest had arrived.**

Carl exhaled **lightly**—and tossed Shiryu aside like trash.

**"Let's keep going."**

Magellan stiffened.

Then, with a hurried nod, he signaled two guards to carry Shiryu.

They moved **deeper** into the prison.

---

The screams of prisoners echoed through the halls as Carl walked.

His pace—**leisurely.**

His expression—**unbothered.**

Layer by layer, they descended.

Until—

**Eternal Hell.**

A stark contrast to the chaos above.

Here, silence reigned.

Far fewer prisoners.

But as Carl stepped forward—

**The air changed.**

As if the **prison itself** had awoken.

And then—

Carl saw **him.**

A familiar face.

**Patrick Redfield.**

A legend.

A ghost of an era long gone.

And a man Carl had personally defeated.

**Bound. Shackled. Chained in the purest seastone.**

Despite having no Devil Fruit, the weight of the chains was enough to render **even him powerless**.

And the **prison diet** had taken its toll.

His once **imposing figure**—

Now frail. Pale.

Yet—

His **red eyes** still burned with sharpness.

When Carl approached, Redfield looked up.

A flicker of **surprise** crossed his face.

**"Is it really you?"**

Carl **smiled.**

**"We meet again, Redfield."**

Chains **clinked** as Redfield shifted slightly.

Then—

A **dry laugh.**

**"What, have you come here to mock me?"**

Carl chuckled.

**"I'm not that bored."**

Then—

He stepped aside.

Revealing **another figure.**

Standing silently behind him.

Dressed in a prison uniform.

**Monkey D. Garp.**

The proud Marine Hero—

Now nothing more than a **jailer.**

Redfield blinked.

Frowned.

**"Garp?"**

Garp's expression didn't change.

Just a brief, indifferent glance.

Then—

He looked away.

Magellan cleared his throat.

Stepped forward.

**"Redfield, from now on, Garp will be overseeing you as Chief Jailer. You'd better behave."**

Silence.

Then—

**Shockwaves.**

Not just Redfield.

The **entire** prison seemed to react.

Prisoners **stirred** in their cells.

And then—

The **mocking began.**

**"HAHAHAHA! So the mighty Vice Admiral Garp is now a JAILER?!"**

**"Yo, Garp! A few days without seeing you, and you're already in uniform!"**

**"Chief Jailer Garp, huh?! What an honor! Hahahaha!"**

The jeers rang loud.

Unrelenting.

Garp stood **motionless**.

Expression unreadable.

But—

One prisoner remained silent.

Redfield.

He simply watched.

Interested.

And then—

The laughter **stopped.**

**SHINK.**

Black **blades** split from Carl's hand.

A blur.

And then—

**Screams.**

The mocking prisoners **collapsed**.

Blood pooling beneath them.

Arms. Legs. Severed.

But that wasn't all—

Their faces—

No longer **young.**

**Aged. Wrinkled. Drained of life.**

In mere **seconds**, decades had been stolen from them.

Magellan **froze**.

The guards **gasped** in horror.

And Shiryu—

**Felt fear like never before.**

His gaze locked onto Carl's **red-glowing sword.**

A weapon of legend.

A weapon of **curses.**

**Muramasa.**

A blade fused with the power of the **Dark-Dark Fruit.**

Garp, for the first time, reacted.

His voice—low.

**"Why…"**

Carl didn't look at him.

Didn't hesitate.

His voice—cold.

**"They were annoying me."**

Then—

He turned.

Eyes locking onto Garp.

Expression—unreadable.

And then—

**A single sentence.**

**"Stop bringing shame to the Navy."**

The words **hit like a hammer.**

Garp's fists clenched.

His head lowered.

And then—

A muttered reply.

Through gritted teeth.

**"I understand."**

---

Redfield spoke.

**"Black Dragon, can you tell me what Garp did wrong?"**

Curiosity.

Nothing more.

Carl's gaze flickered to him.

**"If you're that curious, ask him yourself later. You'll have plenty of time together in here."**

Redfield sighed.

Shook his head.

**"It's boring here. Why don't you stay and chat?"**

Carl **smirked.**

Arms crossed.

**"Feeling sorry for yourself now?"**

A **click of the tongue.**

**"Tsk. If I hadn't been in such bad shape, you wouldn't have caught me. And you know it."**

But then—

Redfield **stopped.**

His red eyes flickered.

He looked—

At the figures surrounding Carl.

And **fell silent.**

Carl stepped forward.

And to everyone's **shock—**

He walked **through** the seastone bars.

No hesitation.

No resistance.

Like they **weren't even there.**

Magellan and the guards were **stunned.**

Seastone **nullified** Devil Fruits.

That was **absolute.**

And yet—

Carl stood inside the cell.

Unaffected.

Only Garp remained calm.

He had seen it before.

The **exception.**

Carl leaned in.

Close to Redfield's ear.

And **whispered.**

**"Don't worry. I'll give you a chance to fight me again."**

A smirk.

A promise.

**"Just stay here for now."**