One Piece: Don't Worry, I'm a Doctor-Chapter 289: I’ll let you suck my—

Sengoku was on the verge of exploding.

That brat really knew how to pick his moment!

Impel Down!

Impel Down, of all places!

Now, even Magellan, their strongest combat force, had fallen!

Was there anything stopping him from running wild now?

He couldn’t even imagine how chaotic the seas would become if all those bastards inside were released!

Just the thought alone made his skin crawl.

But even knowing this, they didn’t have the manpower to rush over and lock things down.

Could they even afford to leave this place? freeweɓnovel~cѳm

The moment the thought crossed his mind, he shuddered.

Had that brat really grown to this extent?

That was Magellan!

A three-second antidote, and a single slash to take down Magellan!

Since when were doctors this monstrous?

Sengoku had an unbearable headache.

When he heard that the World Government had already dispatched CP0 to handle it, his tense heart eased slightly.

They should be capable of preventing a mass prison break.

With a helpless shake of his head, Sengoku hung up the Den Den Mushi.

But this wasn’t entirely bad news.

At the very least, they no longer had to worry about that guy appearing in this war.

Their odds of victory just went up a few notches!

Or... did they?

Hard to say.

---

Meanwhile, deep within Impel Down...

Level 6: The Eternal Hell.

Vir’s figure materialized out of thin air in the empty corridor.

His sudden appearance did not go unnoticed.

After a brief moment of stunned silence, the prisoners erupted into frenzied shouts.

"Hey, brat! Open my cell! I’ll give you a billion berries!"

"You little shit! Get over here and unlock this door, or I’ll skin you alive!"

"Me first! I’ll let you suck my—"

"Suck your mother! Kid, come here! I’ll show you something fun!"

Nobody cared how Vir had appeared.

They only cared about whether he could free them.

And even if he couldn’t, they weren’t about to miss out on the entertainment.

The endless isolation had already driven them mad.

Vir frowned slightly at the cacophony of voices.

Reaching into his medical kit, he pulled out a test tube-like vial.

Then, with a casual flick of his wrist, he tossed it forward.

The prisoners watched in confusion.

But then—

The vial vanished mid-air!

*CRACK!*

A shattering sound echoed from the cells of the men who had been shouting obscenities.

They spun around—

Only to see a thick, ominous smoke rapidly filling their cells.

"What the hell is this?!"

Panic set in.

Because whatever that was, it definitely wasn’t anything good.

Trapped in their cells, they could do nothing as the smoke engulfed them.

The moment it touched their skin—

AGONY.

A pain so intense it felt like their flesh was being melted off their bones tore through their bodies!

"AAAAAGH!! IT HURTS! IT HURTS!!"

"MY HANDS! MY FACE! AAAAAAH!"

Their screams grew hoarser, as if their very throats were dissolving.

The other prisoners could only listen, their expressions darkening.

Soon, the smoke dissipated.

All that remained in the cells were piles of white powder.

Sssss—

A collective chill ran down their spines.

What kind of power was this?!

Those guys had all been pirates with bounties exceeding 500 million!

And yet, in mere moments—annihilated without a trace!

Not a single prisoner dared to speak up now.

None of them wanted to experience that kind of death.

Jinbe and Crocodile stared at the skeletal remains in the opposite cell, their expressions complicated.

Jinbe frowned, studying Vir carefully.

Wasn’t this guy a doctor?

How could his poison dissolve several powerful fighters into nothing so quickly?

Since when did he have this kind of ability?

What a terrifying young man.

Compared to Jinbe, Crocodile was far less composed.

Normally calm even with Seastone cuffs, he now had his face pressed against the bars.

His widened eyes betrayed his disbelief.

’This brat... struggled against me not long ago.’

’Now he’s wiping out entire cells with a flick of his wrist?!’

’What the hell happened to him?!’

’Was that 1.9 billion bounty... actually real?!’

Crocodile’s mind reeled.

But Vir didn’t even glance his way.

Looking at the piles of dust, Vir nodded in satisfaction.

Effectiveness got boosted by a hundred percent.

This poison was no joke now.

In that case...

Time to serve Bullet a "Stay Still" special.

The perfect replacement for a brick.

Brick had time limit—you had to worry about the target waking up halfway.

But his poison? No antidote, no getting up.

Guaranteed to keep you flat on your back.

No time to waste. He still had a war to get to.

Better finish this quickly.

He had already scoped out the "old acquaintances" here during his earlier visit with Hancock.

The only ones that really stood out to him were:

Douglas Bullet.

Redfield.

And... Shiryu.

If that guy behaved himself, Vir wouldn’t bother with him.

But if he tried anything funny...

Well, whether or not he’d leave a complete corpse would be up for debate.

This was also a good chance to test out the moves he hadn’t gotten to use on Magellan.

With that, Vir strode deeper into the prison.

The sound of clinking chains grew louder.

Soon, he stopped in front of Bullet’s cell.

The other prisoners watched in confusion.

Was he trying to recruit that monster?

With that scrawny body?

One punch from Bullet would turn him to paste!

What a joke!

Even Bullet looked up and smirked.

Not that he knew Vir.

But in a way... he did.

"You’re that snake from earlier, aren’t you?"

Bullet laughed.

Because the look in Vir’s eyes was identical to the serpent’s.

A top-tier fighter like him never forgot a gaze like that.

Naturally, he assumed Vir had eaten some kind of Zoan-type Devil Fruit.

Because, well—any sane person would think that.

Vir didn’t bother with small talk.

"Name’s Vir. A doctor."

"I’m here to treat you."

His tone was calm.

But those words sent a shockwave through the entire prison.

This was the guy with the 1.9 billion bounty?!

The one who healed Whitebeard?!

And he’s that young?

Damn, that’s just unfair!

But why would he want to "treat" Bullet?

Ah—

He must be trying to recruit him!

But since when had Bullet ever been the type to bow to anyone?

This was gonna be good.

The prisoners all leaned in, eager for the show.

Bullet himself wasn’t sure what Vir was playing at.

Recruitment?

Then riddle him this:

Who tries to recruit someone with a "I’m gonna tear you apart" look in their eyes...?

Follow curr𝒆nt nov𝒆ls on freew(𝒆)bnov𝒆l.(c)om