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Other than that...... The classmates who urged the change were so terrible→_→

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As the saying goes, the problem is not terrible, the key is how to solve it.

So, after some struggle and thinking, Crockdahl still couldn't resist the feeling of hunger and chose to pay tribute to Bei Ye. But surprisingly, after making up my mind, I didn't seem to be as difficult to accept as I thought. The frozen meat of the sea kings also has a bit of a sashimi flavor.

While he was eating, San Juan, nicknamed the "Giant Battleship", was still banging on the prison walls because of his insatiable appetite. From time to time, he scratched it a few times with his hand, and when his nails rubbed against the slate, the harsh noise made everyone feel a stomachache in an instant.

As San Juan continued to beat, the sound echoed through the infinite hell. It also seems to have caused a phenomenon of resonance, causing the entire Impelton, which is deep at the bottom of the sea, to shake with it.

Lv6 Infinite Hell is full of extremely serious criminals, regardless of the size of the crime, in terms of strength, it can be called powerful. But Rao was them, and they couldn't stand San Juan's movements, and one by one they covered their ears and cursed loudly.

However, in the midst of this chaos, there was a fat-headed and long-nosed guy lying on his back on the prison floor in a large shape, snoring like thunder and sleeping soundly. Half of his long tongue sticked out of his mouth and dragged to the ground, and saliva flowed down the track. Maybe it was a good dream, and he still had a few honest smiles on his face. The agitation caused by San Juan seemed to be completely incapable of affecting him.

Buster Jot, the "Big Barrel", is a super drunkard who has reached the point where he has nothing but wine, and also has a promising career as a part-time pirate.

"Goo~~~~" There was another loud bang in San Juan's stomach. I saw that he opened his mouth wide, tilted his head slightly, and revealed in his two huge eye bubbles, but it was a pitiful gaze like a child who couldn't get sugar.

"I'm so hungry...... San Juan's voice was full of grievance, and after finding that no matter how much he hit, the jailers did not react, he could only rub his stomach and retreat into the corner of the cell.

The restless infinite hell has finally returned to its original silence.

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The infinite hell is deep at the bottom of the sea, and there is no light in sight. Naturally, the sun, moon and stars cannot be seen at all, and it is impossible to distinguish between day and night.

Yes, but only flickering dim lights to provide what little light there was. Here, it's impossible to know when, or guess exactly how long it has been.

Crockdahl had been imprisoned nearly 10 times just by the jailer feeding, and the interval between each time seemed to be unusual, and it was impossible to estimate how long it had been. The only thing that is certain is that after each feeding, San Juan will make a big fuss, which seems to have become a typical routine for lv6.

As far as he could observe, the other criminals, while seemingly furious and manic, seemed to be enjoying themselves more often. But it's also a rare thing for them to find something interesting.

The most tormenting thing about the infinite hell is this endless loneliness, which is the prison of the body and the purgatory of the spirit.

When Crockdahl observes the prisoners in prison, his every move also falls into the eyes of others. Especially the gaze of one of them, always made him feel like he was in a strange night, surrounded by wolves.

It was a person who could make people feel cold even with a smile on his face.

Although the man was also a criminal in prison, there was no way anyone could connect him to the pirates. Or rather, he had never seen a pirate like him at all.

He is tall, and although he is not a devil muscleman, he can also find knotted muscles under his broad shoulders. Moreover, his skin is fine and shiny, and there is absolutely no trace of excess muscle on his body. In addition to giving people a sense of power, you can also vaguely feel the explosive agility.

Even in prison, he still maintains a clean and tidy character. Although the face is not delicate and handsome, it also has the kind of iron and hardness that a man should have, and it seems to reveal the temperament of a soldier from the bones. In fact, he was indeed a soldier - the warden of the Great Prison, Hiroshi no Yuriu.

Yunoki sat cross-legged on the ground, maintaining a relaxed posture at the same time, but subconsciously straightened his spine. He had been sitting in this position for a long time, and he seemed to have maintained this position since the time of Crockdahl's arrival, unmoved, not even speaking.

This was already a very uncomfortable thing, but looking at his appearance, it seemed very relaxed and natural.

In front of him, there was the water sent by the jailer, as well as the frozen meat that was gradually melting, and even because of his status as the former chief of the guard, and his personal relationship with Magellan, he also got an extra pot of wine. But he didn't even touch it, as if the things in front of him were not for eating and drinking, but for viewing.

His people seem to be blended into the darkness, and they seem to be incompatible with the darkness. But when it comes to light, when that ray of light hits him, it always seems as if it is separated by something, and it slides aside along an invisible boundary.

His whole person seems to be free from darkness and light, and he can't even touch the gray boundary. Just like his identity at this time, he has obviously become a criminal in the infinite hell, but he seems to be all the time, not forgetting to remind himself that he was once a soldier, full of contradictions and conflicts.

Sitting on the border between darkness and light, Yunoki looked at the rest of the prisoners with an indifferent expression. Half-open and half-closed, his eyes seem to be ignoring everything. The light that inadvertently came out of his eyes was full of life, and when he looked at the other prisoners from time to time, it was like looking at a lifeless object.

In fact, in the eyes of Yuno Hiryu, it seems that the meaning of life has long been lost, and all that is left is pure death. It is bound to be a wonderful experience for anyone to be stared at like this.

On his body, although he did not carry any terrible murder weapons, he already made people feel that he was really a terrible person. He just smiled and was silent, and it was scary enough.

After all, not speaking is not absolute silence, what is really terrible is that absolute silence. Only an absolutely quiet person can take the lives of others in the most neat way in that moment. And Hiryu of the rain is precisely a swordsman who is best at juai. The kind of knife drawing technique that can decide life and death in the slightest moment.

After staring at Crockdahl for a moment, Hiroki Yu's gaze shifted to the cell on the other side. There is a chuckle on the corner of his mouth, which seems to mean a lot.

In that cell was a young man who was firmly chained with chains and the shackles of Hailou Stone. Although the head was bowed, the man was still highly recognizable - the second battle captain of the Whitebeard Pirates, nicknamed "Fire Fist", Portkas D. Ace.