[The mission begins.]
The indifferent voice of the Lord God echoed. At that moment, Nawaki finally withdrew the protective barrier.
When Reincarnators enter a new world, a small surrounding space is temporarily assimilated, forming a micro-barrier that offers basic protection until they awaken. It also functions as a soundproof field.
Otherwise, with the way Madara had just been laughing wildly, he would've long been discovered by the other prisoners.
Hearing the mission initiation, Madara didn't rush into action. Instead, he stretched lazily and tapped on the wall beside him.
"A prison deep beneath the sea... in that case, I'll test out that technique."
Raising both hands, he formed the Tiger seal, then seamlessly transitioned into the Snake seal.
His lips parted slightly.
"Wood Style: Nativity of a World of Trees!"
A massive surge of chakra erupted. The stone floor and walls cracked apart as immense pressure forced its way through. From beneath the broken stone, thick tree roots began to rise like tendrils from the underworld, spreading wildly in every direction. Except for where Madara stood, the roots aggressively burst through the surrounding rock, reducing it to rubble.
When it comes to demolition, few techniques rival Wood Style.
Madara's lips curled into a crazed grin.
Escape?
No, with his current strength, why bother escaping? He would simply destroy this so-called prison. Who could stop him?
BOOM—!!
The entire structure shook violently as countless trees erupted from the ground, ripping apart Impel Down's infrastructure. Stones, steel, and reinforced flooring collapsed. In mere seconds, the prison descended into utter chaos.
Entire cell blocks crumbled. Prisoners and jailers alike tumbled into the various torture chambers—fields of thorns, starving beasts, boiling oil pits, freezing chambers...
Even the luckier ones were crushed by falling debris, bloodied and dazed.
The air filled with screams of shock, agony, and fury—an apocalyptic chorus echoing through the depths of the sea.
On the sixth level, the most dangerous criminals gaped in amazement at the colossal trees bursting forth.
"Whose power is this? Damn, it's strong! Is someone trying to demolish Impel Down!?"
"Hahaha! Ever since Golden Lion escaped, I knew someone would crack this place open! Now it's our chance!"
"Wait, you idiots! We're under the sea! If the prison collapses, the water will rush in! There are Sea Kings out there!"
Before the warning finished, the fear of Devil Fruit users became reality.
With outer walls breached, seawater surged in through cracks like high-pressure jets.
The cracks multiplied. The pressure intensified. Within seconds, water pooled at everyone's feet.
Shackled in Seastone cuffs, the Devil Fruit users' eyes filled with terror.
"Stop it! Whoever the hell is doing this—STOP!!"
But amidst the chaos, Madara remained expressionless. He calmly manipulated his Wood Style, letting it tear through the structure.
Several wooden tendrils rose to shield him from falling debris. One thick trunk shot up beneath his feet like a rising dragon, lifting him rapidly upward.
No hesitation.
No wasted motion.
A straight-line escape from Impel Down.
"That Madara guy… he's absolutely unrestrained, huh."
Watching everything unfold through the mental projection screen, Nawaki smiled faintly. All he lacked was a tea set to enjoy the show.
Of course, knowing Madara had access to Wood Style, how could Nawaki not anticipate this kind of "demolition"?
By collapsing the prison and drowning its jailers, Madara could escape effortlessly.
Naturally, Nawaki had prepared a little surprise for him at sea level.
Since Madara was this strong, let him earn more points for Nawaki.
Just moments earlier…
A Marine warship had docked in front of Impel Down.
From it stepped a tall man wearing a white Marine admiral's coat over a navy-blue shirt and white vest, his curly hair tucked beneath a green sleeping mask.
He was greeted by a massive figure clad in a demonic black uniform, with monstrous features and a pair of black horns on his head.
"Admiral Aokiji, your visit to Impel Down today is…?"
"It's about your position."
The man called Aokiji replied casually.
"After the Golden Lion's escape, the previous warden was suspended by headquarters. You've been acting as the interim chief. Now that the trial's over, you've been officially appointed as the new warden."
"I see."
Magellan, the new warden, nodded. He didn't look particularly surprised.
After all, he'd already been handling all responsibilities. This was just making it official.
Before they could continue their conversation, Aokiji's brow suddenly furrowed.
"…What's going on? Why is the ground shaking?"
He didn't even finish the sentence before a shocking sight appeared.
The towering walls of the prison began to crack and split. Massive roots burst out, twisting and coiling like giant serpents.
Atop one of the root clusters stood a man in a black cloak, with flowing black hair—Madara—rising steadily into the air, carried by his Wood Style.
And then—
The entire Impel Down collapsed.
With a thunderous roar, it sank into the sea!
Stones crumbled. Seawater poured in from every direction, forming a massive whirlpool.
Even the warships anchored nearby began to sway, caught in the powerful current.
This happened because Madara's Wood Style roots had destroyed the prison's internal tower structure.
With the base compromised, the once-mighty fortress could no longer withstand the deep-sea pressure. Its cylindrical walls caved in and shattered.
The lower levels collapsed, and Impel Down tilted as it sank into the ocean.
The scene was overwhelming—even Aokiji and Magellan stood frozen, watching the tip of the great tower slowly disappear beneath the waves...
"Mission not complete yet? I still have to pass through the Gates of Justice to finish?"
Perched atop a towering wooden tendril sticking out of the water, Madara glanced at the destruction below, then checked his mission panel.
But that was easy.
With Impel Down now a thing of the past, all he had to do was leave the area.
Just as he prepared to move, he suddenly sensed a chill.
Looking down, he saw the churning waves of the ocean freeze—ice spreading out from a single point, rapidly expanding for nearly a kilometer until it sealed off the entire whirlpool caused by the prison's collapse!
The glacial crust stopped the warships from being sucked in and crashing into each other.
Madara's expression grew interested.
"Oh? This world has someone that strong? What kind of jutsu is that?"
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