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Chapter 1218: Admiral Ghost Shark is Dead?!
Does Bullet believe in the World Government?
If this were before, specifically before Marine Calendar 1498, he would immediately retort: "Believe in that crap? Do you even believe yourselves?"
However, now, Bullet hesitated.
The current World Government has indeed changed greatly.
Moreover, in his mind, the figure sitting upon the Empty Throne appeared at this moment, along with that gaze as sharp as an eagle and as indifferent as a god.
If Raimon said that others had driven away King Yama and occupied the Underworld Realm, Bullet would find it hard to believe, even considering it nonsense.
But if Lord Imu did such a thing, he found that although he was surprised, he didn't feel it was too outrageous deep down.
After all, they could even create something like a 'Star Gate' that can connect the Multiverse.
Then it is also reasonable to create a 'Netherworld Gate' that connects the Netherworld.
The key is that their strength is indeed incredibly strong.
Even the current Garp admitted he couldn't block Lord Imu's punch, and it was a punch whose force wasn't even fully used.
"Eh, if you don't want to believe it, then forget it."
Marshal Raimon saw that Bullet hadn't spoken and thought he had refused.
In fact, he also thought this suggestion was outrageous; he probably wouldn't be able to accept it himself.
Isn't it just a Devil Fruit ability? To not have it, you have to die once?
"I believe it!"
At this moment, Bullet suddenly spoke.
Under Raimon's surprised gaze, he said with a determined look:
"But what I believe in is not the World Government, but myself!"
"My value is great enough that I won't be abandoned by the World Government!"
Raimon was stunned, then burst into laughter: "Hahaha, good kid, what a formidable kid!"
"This old man now also believes that you will sooner or later master Colorless Haki and be promoted to Warrior God!"
"Of course!"
Bullet raised his chin, his face full of pride, his eyes filled with confidence.
"So, where is the place I'm going to die?"
"I want to see what the Netherworld actually looks like!"
The next day, Douglas Bullet returned to the Impel Down that he was familiar with.
Although this time he wasn't a prisoner, he was here to undergo a death penalty.
Underground Level 4, where Blazing Hell is located.
Bullet was in an interrogation room that had been specially cleared out.
The surroundings were piled high with all sorts of fruit, even covering his calves up to his knees.
Standing before him were Warden Columbus of Impel Down, Highest Officer Redfield of CP0, Marshal Raimon of Army Headquarters, and Dean Fritz of the Biochemical Research Institute.
The Holy Land Treasury Official responsible for the recovery of the Devil Fruit, the CP1 members responsible for guard duty, and the prison guards led by Magellan were all waiting outside.
"Remember, don't run around after you get to the Netherworld. We will resurrect you immediately here!"
Redfield leaned on the Umbrella Sword in his hands, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes.
This death is not something everyone can accept calmly.
"Hahaha, it's best not to be too quick, I still want to take a few more looks at the scenery of the Netherworld!"
Bullet laughed heartily, his voice full of heroism, seemingly looking forward to the upcoming death.
"Is that so?"
Redfield raised an eyebrow.
"In that case, after you die, how about we wait until tomorrow to resurrect you?"
Dean Fritz echoed: "Our Biochemical Research Institute can help maintain your physical condition, ensuring no changes occur within twenty-four hours."
Logically speaking, these should just be jokes, but Bullet took them seriously.
"That's great, it's rare to die once, it's best to experience it a bit longer!"
For him, since he had already made the decision, he should fully experience the process.
If an accident occurs during resurrection, then he would just stay in the Netherworld.
Of course, this was in a last resort situation; he believed the World Government wouldn't let him truly die.
"This..."
At this, Redfield fell into hesitation. Fortunately, Marshal Raimon spoke up and cursed:
"You little brat, what are you talking nonsense about? What is there to see in the world of the dead? Stay obediently right there and wait for resurrection for this old man!"
Bullet pouted: "Hmph, hmph, go ahead. It's not shameful to die by the hands of 'Red Count'."
"Heh heh, you really know how to talk. Then this old man guarantees you won't feel much suffering."
Redfield smiled slightly.
The next moment, a flashing blade light pierced the dim indoor light.
Dean Fritz only felt his eyes brighten, then instantly dim again, and the entire process was over.
He didn't see how Redfield drew his sword at all, or how he sheathed it.
In any case, in the blink of an eye, Bullet, who was still standing right there, had already lost his life, and there were no wounds visible on his body.
Marshal Raimon narrowed his eyes, thinking to himself: "What a fast blade, Ryuo is also used masterfully!"
Although Bullet didn't make any defense throughout the process, his physical durability itself was comparable to fine steel, making him practically immune to weapons.
Yet Redfield could still easily pierce the heart inside, through the skin and muscle, killing him instantly with a single strike.
"Alright, let people come in and search. The Combine-Combine Fruit should have attached itself to a certain fruit."
Redfield said in a calm tone.
Of course, he could search himself, and with 'Strong Luck', he would definitely find it quickly.
But no matter what, he was the dignified Highest Officer of CP0. How could he bend down and grope around in a pile of fruit?
Too undignified!
So he still had to have Warden Columbus call in a dozen or so prison guards.
"Didn't they say a Sage of Six Paths would appear to be responsible for resurrecting Bullet? Where is he?"
Marshal Raimon didn't care about the Combine-Combine Fruit; he cared more about the safety of the Admiral under his subordinate.
"This..."
Redfield also felt strange. Shepherd Ten Peter Saint had told him this.
But half a minute had passed, and no one had appeared.
On the other side.
Yomi-Hirazaka in the Sea Star Underworld.
In front of the 'Underworld Gate' where countless undead continuously poured in.
Otsutsuki Hagoromo looked at Douglas Bullet with a speechless expression.
"You said you don't want to be resurrected immediately?"
Originally, he should have told him to stay right there and not move, then go to Impel Down and use an 'Immortal Talisman' to resurrect him immediately.
But who knew this guy would actually stop him?
"Yes, I didn't expect the Netherworld to be so lively, so you go tell them to preserve my body well and resurrect me after twenty-four hours!"
Douglas Bullet looked around while stating his decision.
Before, this was just a sudden thought, but after arriving here, his curiosity was piqued.
Since the World Government said they could resurrect him, he believed there wouldn't be any problems.
"Point me in the direction of Yellow Spring City, I want to go see it!"
"Oh right, are there any strong individuals in this Netherworld? I wonder if Roger is here..."
Bullet rubbed his chin and muttered to himself. His mood was a bit excited now.
After all, how many people could wander around the Netherworld with the guarantee of resurrection?
Anyway, that 'Stupid Crocodile' doesn't have this opportunity!
"Roger is in this old man's Pure Land," Otsutsuki Hagoromo said.
"Huh? Why?"
Bullet looked surprised: "Roger is a Sea Star Person, how could he be with you?"
"He said he didn't want to serve the World Government."
"Alright, you wait here for a while. This old man needs to report your matter to Lord Imu."
After all, Bullet was an Army General, and Otsutsuki Hagoromo felt his request needed to be taken seriously.
So he prepared to first ask for Lord Imu's opinion, and then disappeared without a trace.
"Heh~ Since I'm already here, how could I just stand here foolishly..."
Bullet's gaze flickered, his eyes full of laughter.
He didn't follow the team of undead forward either, but instead chose a random direction and quickly ran off.
"Since I was a kid, I've heard about King Yama, the Far Shore Garden, and Ghost Kings and Demons in this Hell. This time, I have to see enough of it all at once, hahahahaha!"
In the blink of an eye, Bullet's figure, accompanied by his hearty laughter, disappeared from the line of sight of many undead and ghost messengers.
Some undead who recognized his identity felt a storm surge in their hearts.
Admiral Ghost Shark is dead too?!
A moment later, Otsutsuki Hagoromo returned, looked at the empty spot, and helplessly shook his head.
"He really is troublesome."
"However, since Lord Imu has agreed, then so be it."
The next second, Otsutsuki Hagoromo, clad in a white robe, disappeared again.
He prepared to go to Yellow Spring City to inform the 'Yomi Hell Warrior God' Yan Luo Palace.
He just felt that someone like Bullet was bound to cause trouble...
(End of this chapter)
Does Bullet believe in the World Government?
If this were before, specifically before Marine Calendar 1498, he would immediately retort: "Believe in that crap? Do you even believe yourselves?"
However, now, Bullet hesitated.
The current World Government has indeed changed greatly.
Moreover, in his mind, the figure sitting upon the Empty Throne appeared at this moment, along with that gaze as sharp as an eagle and as indifferent as a god.
If Raimon said that others had driven away King Yama and occupied the Underworld Realm, Bullet would find it hard to believe, even considering it nonsense.
But if Lord Imu did such a thing, he found that although he was surprised, he didn't feel it was too outrageous deep down.
After all, they could even create something like a 'Star Gate' that can connect the Multiverse.
Then it is also reasonable to create a 'Netherworld Gate' that connects the Netherworld.
The key is that their strength is indeed incredibly strong.
Even the current Garp admitted he couldn't block Lord Imu's punch, and it was a punch whose force wasn't even fully used.
"Eh, if you don't want to believe it, then forget it."
Marshal Raimon saw that Bullet hadn't spoken and thought he had refused.
In fact, he also thought this suggestion was outrageous; he probably wouldn't be able to accept it himself.
Isn't it just a Devil Fruit ability? To not have it, you have to die once?
"I believe it!"
At this moment, Bullet suddenly spoke.
Under Raimon's surprised gaze, he said with a determined look:
"But what I believe in is not the World Government, but myself!"
"My value is great enough that I won't be abandoned by the World Government!"
Raimon was stunned, then burst into laughter: "Hahaha, good kid, what a formidable kid!"
"This old man now also believes that you will sooner or later master Colorless Haki and be promoted to Warrior God!"
"Of course!"
Bullet raised his chin, his face full of pride, his eyes filled with confidence.
"So, where is the place I'm going to die?"
"I want to see what the Netherworld actually looks like!"
The next day, Douglas Bullet returned to the Impel Down that he was familiar with.
Although this time he wasn't a prisoner, he was here to undergo a death penalty.
Underground Level 4, where Blazing Hell is located.
Bullet was in an interrogation room that had been specially cleared out.
The surroundings were piled high with all sorts of fruit, even covering his calves up to his knees.
Standing before him were Warden Columbus of Impel Down, Highest Officer Redfield of CP0, Marshal Raimon of Army Headquarters, and Dean Fritz of the Biochemical Research Institute.
The Holy Land Treasury Official responsible for the recovery of the Devil Fruit, the CP1 members responsible for guard duty, and the prison guards led by Magellan were all waiting outside.
"Remember, don't run around after you get to the Netherworld. We will resurrect you immediately here!"
Redfield leaned on the Umbrella Sword in his hands, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes.
This death is not something everyone can accept calmly.
"Hahaha, it's best not to be too quick, I still want to take a few more looks at the scenery of the Netherworld!"
Bullet laughed heartily, his voice full of heroism, seemingly looking forward to the upcoming death.
"Is that so?"
Redfield raised an eyebrow.
"In that case, after you die, how about we wait until tomorrow to resurrect you?"
Dean Fritz echoed: "Our Biochemical Research Institute can help maintain your physical condition, ensuring no changes occur within twenty-four hours."
Logically speaking, these should just be jokes, but Bullet took them seriously.
"That's great, it's rare to die once, it's best to experience it a bit longer!"
For him, since he had already made the decision, he should fully experience the process.
If an accident occurs during resurrection, then he would just stay in the Netherworld.
Of course, this was in a last resort situation; he believed the World Government wouldn't let him truly die.
"This..."
At this, Redfield fell into hesitation. Fortunately, Marshal Raimon spoke up and cursed:
"You little brat, what are you talking nonsense about? What is there to see in the world of the dead? Stay obediently right there and wait for resurrection for this old man!"
Bullet pouted: "Hmph, hmph, go ahead. It's not shameful to die by the hands of 'Red Count'."
"Heh heh, you really know how to talk. Then this old man guarantees you won't feel much suffering."
Redfield smiled slightly.
The next moment, a flashing blade light pierced the dim indoor light.
Dean Fritz only felt his eyes brighten, then instantly dim again, and the entire process was over.
He didn't see how Redfield drew his sword at all, or how he sheathed it.
In any case, in the blink of an eye, Bullet, who was still standing right there, had already lost his life, and there were no wounds visible on his body.
Marshal Raimon narrowed his eyes, thinking to himself: "What a fast blade, Ryuo is also used masterfully!"
Although Bullet didn't make any defense throughout the process, his physical durability itself was comparable to fine steel, making him practically immune to weapons.
Yet Redfield could still easily pierce the heart inside, through the skin and muscle, killing him instantly with a single strike.
"Alright, let people come in and search. The Combine-Combine Fruit should have attached itself to a certain fruit."
Redfield said in a calm tone.
Of course, he could search himself, and with 'Strong Luck', he would definitely find it quickly.
But no matter what, he was the dignified Highest Officer of CP0. How could he bend down and grope around in a pile of fruit?
Too undignified!
So he still had to have Warden Columbus call in a dozen or so prison guards.
"Didn't they say a Sage of Six Paths would appear to be responsible for resurrecting Bullet? Where is he?"
Marshal Raimon didn't care about the Combine-Combine Fruit; he cared more about the safety of the Admiral under his subordinate.
"This..."
Redfield also felt strange. Shepherd Ten Peter Saint had told him this.
But half a minute had passed, and no one had appeared.
On the other side.
Yomi-Hirazaka in the Sea Star Underworld.
In front of the 'Underworld Gate' where countless undead continuously poured in.
Otsutsuki Hagoromo looked at Douglas Bullet with a speechless expression.
"You said you don't want to be resurrected immediately?"
Originally, he should have told him to stay right there and not move, then go to Impel Down and use an 'Immortal Talisman' to resurrect him immediately.
But who knew this guy would actually stop him?
"Yes, I didn't expect the Netherworld to be so lively, so you go tell them to preserve my body well and resurrect me after twenty-four hours!"
Douglas Bullet looked around while stating his decision.
Before, this was just a sudden thought, but after arriving here, his curiosity was piqued.
Since the World Government said they could resurrect him, he believed there wouldn't be any problems.
"Point me in the direction of Yellow Spring City, I want to go see it!"
"Oh right, are there any strong individuals in this Netherworld? I wonder if Roger is here..."
Bullet rubbed his chin and muttered to himself. His mood was a bit excited now.
After all, how many people could wander around the Netherworld with the guarantee of resurrection?
Anyway, that 'Stupid Crocodile' doesn't have this opportunity!
"Roger is in this old man's Pure Land," Otsutsuki Hagoromo said.
"Huh? Why?"
Bullet looked surprised: "Roger is a Sea Star Person, how could he be with you?"
"He said he didn't want to serve the World Government."
"Alright, you wait here for a while. This old man needs to report your matter to Lord Imu."
After all, Bullet was an Army General, and Otsutsuki Hagoromo felt his request needed to be taken seriously.
So he prepared to first ask for Lord Imu's opinion, and then disappeared without a trace.
"Heh~ Since I'm already here, how could I just stand here foolishly..."
Bullet's gaze flickered, his eyes full of laughter.
He didn't follow the team of undead forward either, but instead chose a random direction and quickly ran off.
"Since I was a kid, I've heard about King Yama, the Far Shore Garden, and Ghost Kings and Demons in this Hell. This time, I have to see enough of it all at once, hahahahaha!"
In the blink of an eye, Bullet's figure, accompanied by his hearty laughter, disappeared from the line of sight of many undead and ghost messengers.
Some undead who recognized his identity felt a storm surge in their hearts.
Admiral Ghost Shark is dead too?!
A moment later, Otsutsuki Hagoromo returned, looked at the empty spot, and helplessly shook his head.
"He really is troublesome."
"However, since Lord Imu has agreed, then so be it."
The next second, Otsutsuki Hagoromo, clad in a white robe, disappeared again.
He prepared to go to Yellow Spring City to inform the 'Yomi Hell Warrior God' Yan Luo Palace.
He just felt that someone like Bullet was bound to cause trouble...
(End of this chapter)
