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Chapter - 132 System Updates. Surge of strength.
🕑 Added 2025-04-27 07:33:57 +0000 UTCLakeman, accompanied by Hancock, Robin, Lily, and a few maids, made their way toward the upper floors. Their elegant procession moved with silent authority. Soon, they arrived at the fourth level—Blazing Hell.
“Aaaaa—”
“Don’t…”
“Water…”
Low, broken cries echoed from deep within the inferno. The air shimmered with unbearable heat, and the walls seemed to pulsate with flames. This entire floor was a furnace.
Prisoners here rarely survived long—most perished from dehydration or were roasted alive, their bodies reduced to charcoal under the relentless blaze.
Unfazed by the searing heat, Lakeman and his entourage strolled leisurely through the scorching corridors. The hellish temperatures twisted the air, but none of them so much as flinched.
Hancock and Robin walked beside him, their expressions unreadable, while Lily and the maids followed with composed grace, their beauty standing in stark contrast to the agony surrounding them.
Prison guards, upon seeing Lakeman, immediately dropped to their knees and bowed low, their foreheads pressed to the scorched floor.
‘This prison is beyond cruel… Being Master Lakeman’s slave is a thousand times better than being locked in this living hell,’ thought Hancock.
Robin, walking silently beside her, felt a similar conviction tightening in her chest.
Years of being used solely to satisfy his carnal desires had long left resentment in their hearts. But witnessing the unspeakable suffering in this place—watching prisoners beg for even a drop of water before being burned alive—made their past seem almost like luxury.
Their loyalty toward Lakeman grew, even as their bitterness began to erode.
The group continued upward, ascending each floor at a slow, unhurried pace.
On the second floor, they encountered Magellan, his imposing figure coated in a thin sheen of glistening sweat, standing beside Shiryu, who was relentlessly swinging his blade.
Magellan’s body emitted faint traces of toxic purple mist, his Venom-Venom Fruit constantly leaking dangerous poison despite his best efforts. He trained in silence, fully focused, his mind devoid of envy or complaint.
Shiryu, on the other hand, paused briefly to glance at the young Celestial Dragon. His eyes narrowed as he watched Lakeman move with ease, surrounded by jaw-dropping beauties who clung to him like celestial ornaments.
‘Damn that arrogant brat… Why are Celestial Dragons born with everything? Gold, women, power… The world kneels before them, no questions asked. Everything they desire, they take—without lifting a finger,’ Shiryu thought bitterly. Envy burned hotter than the hellish flames of the fourth floor.
Yet despite his rage, he said nothing. Instead, he tightened his grip on his sword and resumed training, the harsh clang of metal striking the air like suppressed screams.
The warden had warned him before: if he dared to offend Saint Lakeman, death would be a blessing compared to the punishment that would follow.
Magellan, seemingly unaffected by these emotions, remained stoic. Poison continued to seep from his body, the price of the monstrous power he wielded.
After hours of touring the entirety of Impel Down, Lakeman and his women descended slowly, eventually returning to the frigid silence of the fifth floor—Frozen Hell.
They entered their luxurious villa, nestled in this pristine, snow-covered world, the landscape outside blanketed in a soft, endless white.
After enjoying a hearty meal, no words were exchanged.
As twilight deepened, they naturally drifted into their debauched session, as if their bodies had been aching for this moment all along.
Throughout the night, the grand villa trembled with the sounds of moans and the rhythmic slapping of flesh. Their debauchery knew no pause, no mercy, only endless indulgence.
Robin and Hancock, more enthusiastic than ever tonight, catered to his every whim.
With fierce devotion, they worshipped not only his throbbing rod but every inch of his powerful body with their tongues and trembling hands, their passion burning hotter than the fires of desire.
They rode him wildly, tirelessly, taking his pounding and rough hands with more eagerness and endurance than even Lily.
It was only when the first rays of morning crept in through the windows that they finally collapsed into a heap, bodies trembling, minds utterly spent.
By noon, they still lay tangled together, sleeping like lovers who had given everything to the night.
When Lakeman finally woke, he stretched languidly, his strong muscles flexing under the satin sheets.
The first thing he did was check the system notification—
The long-awaited update had finally been completed.
[System update completed.]
[New functions unlocked:]
[1. You will receive a hundredfold feedback from the training of bounded geniuses.]
[2. When a genius bound to the host dies, the host will inherit all the power of the deceased genius.]
[3. All geniuses bound to the host will have their potential raised by one level.]
[Host may now freely use the system once again.]
……
A new wave of notifications followed:
[Feedback from Douglas Bullet:]
[Strength +30]
[Stamina +20]
……
"This..."
Lakeman's blood-red eyes widened slightly as he read through the series of updates and new functions.
For a moment, he was utterly tongue-tied, overwhelmed by a surge of disbelief and amazement.
But soon, realization dawned—and with it, an unstoppable tide of exhilaration.
A deep, resonant laugh tore from his chest.
"Haha... from now on, the world belongs to me."
His laughter echoed through the villa, shaking the very air with its intensity.
At that moment, a fierce wave of Conqueror's Haki erupted from him, strengthened by his unshakable conviction.
It swept outward like a storm, a mighty, invisible force centered on him, shaking the walls and making the very atmosphere tremble.
The warden of Impel Down, Tanya, who was resting in his office on the third floor, suddenly sat up with a look of horror on his face as he felt a fierce wave of Conqueror’s Haki raging throughout the prison.
Although it dissipated quickly, its tremendous intensity had already thrown the entire Impel Down into chaos.
All weak prison guards and prisoners fainted on the spot.
Some prisoners, who were already on the verge of death or extremely frail, were directly killed by the sheer impact of the Haki.
Those who managed to remain conscious were too terrified to move, their bodies trembling uncontrollably, many already kneeling on the ground in utter fear.
Using his Observation Haki, Tanya quickly scanned the situation across the floors.
‘Damn it, it's coming from the fifth floor! I hope Saint Lakeman is safe! If an enemy with such overwhelming Conqueror's Haki attacked, I might not even be able to hold Impel Down.’
Gripped by the gravity of the situation, Tanya dashed toward the elevator, which swiftly carried him downward.
‘I must alert Naval Headquarters for reinforcements immediately!’
With that thought, he urgently pressed the Den Den Mushi dedicated to summoning emergency support from Marineford.
Most of the other Den Den Mushi in Impel Down had already fainted under the devastating impact of Lakeman’s Haki.
……
After the storm of his Conqueror’s Haki subsided, Lakeman’s villa was left in ruins — the walls covered in deep cracks, creaking ominously, as if about to collapse at any moment.
Realizing the villa’s condition, Lakeman and the girls quickly tidied themselves and exited.
As they stepped out onto the snowy landscape, a loud bang echoed behind them as the shattered villa collapsed into the white background.
“Well, that was amazing,” Hancock whispered, shivering slightly, her body instinctively submitting to the overwhelming force she had felt.
As a wielder of Conqueror's Haki herself, she had sensed its devastating power even more deeply than others.
Her gaze locked onto the shirtless Lakeman, her dark blue eyes glazed with a nymphomaniac light, barely hiding her growing lust.
Lakeman, however, remained lost in thought, his heart pounding with the thrill of realization.
The system had completed its update while he was still asleep.
During his slumber, numerous feedback points from his bounded geniuses—amplified a hundredfold—had been continuously fed back into him by the system.
Now, after just a momentary update, his physique, Observation Haki, Armament Haki, Conqueror’s Haki, swordsmanship, physical skills—all had ascended another level.
With his current strength, he stood at the absolute peak of Emperor level, rivaling the likes of Whitebeard, Roger, and Garp at their prime.
And with the hundredfold multiplication of training feedback, it would not be long before he surpassed the Emperors and Admirals—reaching the legendary level once held by none other than Rocks D. Xebec.
While he was savoring the realization of his newfound strength, Tanya burst onto the scene, running at full speed.
Seeing the destroyed villa, the warden’s face tightened as he rushed toward Lakeman and the others.
Upon seeing Lakeman standing safely and unharmed, Tanya finally let out a breath of relief, though his body remained tense and vigilant against the possibility of an unseen enemy attack.
“Oh, Tanya, you’re here.”
Lakeman glanced casually at him and ordered, “The outburst of my Haki destroyed the villa. Build a new one at the same spot as soon as possible.”
“Yes!” Tanya replied, still somewhat dazed.
After a slight pause, he stammered, “S-Saint Lakeman… was that Haki earlier… yours?”
Lakeman waved his hand dismissively.
“Yes. There’s nothing else you need to check. Go quickly and arrange a new house.”
“Yes, Saint Lakeman! I will have it constructed immediately! In the meantime, you can stay at the villa on the second floor. It was specially built to accommodate the Five Elders in case they ever visited Impel Down.”
After hurriedly saying this, Tanya ran off to make arrangements.
After Tanya hurried off, Lakeman stayed behind on the fifth floor, surrounded by the quiet aftermath of his outburst.
The cold, snowy air outside mingled with the faint heat still clinging to the ruined villa’s remains. The contrast only made the girls look even more breathtaking as they began their training.
Lakeman reclined lazily on a wide, cushioned chair a maid had quickly prepared for him, his strong, bare chest gleaming under the soft afternoon light. A thin mist of vapor rose from his body, evidence of the intense surge of energy he had unleashed not long ago.
Robin, Hancock, and Lily — dressed lightly in tight training outfits that clung to their lush, sweat-slicked curves — began their exercises in front of him.
Every movement was a seductive display.
Hancock, her ample breasts barely contained within the fabric of her top, stretched languidly, arms raised high above her head. Her waist arched back, pushing her full, supple breasts forward, her long legs crossing slowly, deliberately, as if each motion was meant to entice.
Her dark blue eyes — shimmering with mischief and unhidden desire — frequently drifted toward Lakeman, who watched them in silence, his blood-red eyes half-lidded with amusement and approval.
Meanwhile, Robin's movements were graceful and fluid, her wide hips swaying seductively with every stretch and pivot. The curve of her body was highlighted in every stance, her tight shorts molding against the roundness of her ass like a second skin.
Lily, radiant as ever, was the most playful. She would occasionally "accidentally" stumble in her training, falling forward slightly, her plump breasts jiggling invitingly before she quickly straightened herself with an embarrassed giggle, sneaking glances at Lakeman from beneath thick lashes.
The maid standing beside Lakeman noticed his languid, pleased expression and wordlessly knelt beside him, beginning to massage his broad shoulders with delicate fingers, her face flushing slightly as she leaned closer, her soft breath tickling his ear.
Lakeman allowed it, his mind half-lost in the sinful beauty of the scene before him.
Every twist, every flex of the girls’ perfect bodies seemed choreographed just to please him.
After a while, Hancock couldn't restrain herself any longer.
She sauntered over, hips swaying like a siren calling a sailor to ruin. She knelt at Lakeman’s feet, her hands resting lightly on his thighs as she looked up at him with a gaze full of reverence and heat.
"Master Lakeman," she whispered, her voice sultry and low, "watching us without joining... isn't it a little too cruel?"
Her hands slowly, sensuously traced the hard lines of his thigh muscles, her touch feather-light, almost teasing.
Robin and Lily, emboldened by Hancock’s boldness, approached as well.
Robin slid in behind Lakeman, her arms gently wrapping around his broad chest from behind, her soft, full breasts pressing warmly against his back.
Lily knelt by his side, resting her head lightly against his shoulder, her silver hair cascading like a waterfall down his arm.
They surrounded him like loyal concubines attending to their sovereign, their bodies flush with heat, their eyes glittering with love and unhidden adoration.
Lakeman smirked lazily, one hand threading into Hancock’s silky black hair, gently tugging, making her gasp softly.
"You girls," he said in a low, commanding tone, "haven't even begun your real training."
His voice alone made their hearts race, sending shivers through their bodies more intense than any winter chill.
The snow continued to fall gently outside, but here, beneath the open sky of Impel Down’s fifth floor, it was not cold at all.
As the teasing touches and smoldering glances escalated, it was only a matter of time before the fragile restraint between them snapped.
Lakeman tugged Hancock closer by her hair, forcing a delicious gasp from her lips before pulling her into a deep, claiming kiss. Robin and Lily pressed in around him, their bodies hot and trembling with need, hands roaming freely over his hard, robust frame.
The cold, biting snow beneath their feet only seemed to heighten their feverish hunger. Clothes were discarded piece by piece, until nothing remained to shield their flushed, perfect bodies from each other or the winter’s chill.
They tumbled together onto the soft, endless sheet of white snow, a tangle of heated limbs and writhing bodies. Their naked forms rolled together in desperate, unashamed passion, steam rising from their skin in the freezing air.
Muffled moans, gasps, and the rhythmic smacking of flesh against flesh echoed across the silent, snow-blanketed wasteland for hours, the sounds weaving into a symphony of unbridled lust.
Hancock, with her flawless curves, straddled Lakeman eagerly, her back arching in surrender as he gripped her wide hips firmly, guiding her movements as she took his cock in and out of her pussy. Her cries were sweet and broken, lost in the howling wind and the fierce heat of their union.
Robin clung to Lakeman’s back, her nails raking lightly down his broad shoulders as she pressed hungry kisses along his neck, her own body trembling with every powerful thrust of his cock, peneterating deep inside her asshole, streching it..
Lily, ever playful and greedy for his attention, kissed and licked her way down his chest, her silver hair fanned out against the pure snow like a halo around her flushed, eager face.
Even as he lost himself in the overwhelming pleasure of their bodies, Lakeman kept a sliver of sharpness in his mind.
His Observation Haki was fully activated — an invisible domain of awareness stretched wide around them.
If anyone dared to intrude into this perfect paradise, he would sense it instantly.
No one would be allowed to interrupt his moment of indulgence and domination.
But no danger came.
Only the soft hiss of the falling snow and the music of their debauchery filled the world.
Lakeman moved with complete mastery, his body an unstoppable force, his girls moaning and crying beneath and around him, utterly devoted, utterly lost to him.
The trails of their passion soon marked the snow that surrounded them — prints of fingers clawing at the ground, the impressions of bodies entwined, the evidence of their endless craving for each other.
Hours slipped by unnoticed.
And still, they continued — slaves to their lust, worshippers at the altar of the man who had claimed their hearts, minds, and bodies as his own.
In this frozen, isolated world, Lakeman reigned supreme — a dark god in the midst of his sacred temple, his every desire answered with trembling lips, soft moans, and unconditional surrender.
……
Meanwhile, at Marineford Headquarters—
Inside the Marshal’s office, the atmosphere was heavy with tension.
Sengoku broke the silence, his expression grave.
"After receiving an emergency alert from Impel Down, we've tried contacting them multiple times, but none of the Den Den Mushi are responding. I fear the situation might be extremely serious."
The Vice Admirals seated around the table exchanged worried glances, awaiting Sengoku’s next move.
Sengoku didn’t waste time.
“Vice Admirals Doberman, Heavy Mountain, Momonga, Yamakaji…”
He quickly listed ten Vice Admirals by name.
“You will each lead your fleets immediately to reinforce Impel Down.”
Without hesitation, the named Vice Admirals rose and left the room, their faces set with grim determination.
‘Even with the express sea current behind the Gate of Justice, it’ll still take them a few hours to reach Impel Down. I just hope it won’t be too late by then…’ Sengoku thought to himself.
Not taking any chances, he picked up a golden Den Den Mushi and made a direct call to Kizaru.
"Kizaru," he said, voice sharp with urgency, "support Impel Down immediately. Use your Devil Fruit to get there as fast as possible."
With the speed of light on his side, Kizaru would reach Impel Down faster than any ship could ever hope to.
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