The man Blackbeard had rescued during his assault on Impel Down—the one who later joined his crew—had strength comparable to Basque Shot, who had just died from Qin Chuan's shockwave. Now, Qin Chuan stepped toward Domino.
Her expression was tight, sweat streaming down from beneath her cap. It was obvious—she had no strength to resist him now.
"Give me the key."
"Don't even think about it!"
Smack!
Without hesitation, Qin Chuan struck her across the face. Her head slammed against the nearby wall, and she slumped unconscious to the floor.
"You're trying to resist me at your level? Ridiculous." Qin Chuan scoffed, crouching to remove the keychain from her waist.
Ding. Congratulations to the host for successfully defeating the enemy. You have received 15000 reputation points.
The system message confirmed it—Domino's defeat had netted him yet another reward.
With the keychain now in hand, the surrounding prisoners grew louder, their shouting filling the corridor. Qin Chuan approached the next cell—Avalo Pizarro, who had tried buttering him up earlier with false flattery.
Click.
The cell door swung open. Pizarro looked at Qin Chuan as though beholding salvation.
"Brother! Let me out! I'll help you find legendary treasure!"
"Sorry, pal. I value your reputation more than your promises."
"Reputation? I don't have anything on me. You can search me if you want!"
Pizarro was clearly confused, not understanding Qin Chuan's intentions.
"You didn't have it before, but now you do."
Before Pizarro could respond, pained groans echoed from his cell.
Moments later, Qin Chuan stepped back out.
Ding. Congratulations to the host for successfully defeating the enemy. You have received 30000 reputation points.
Just moments ago, Level 6 of Infinite Hell was buzzing with excitement and tension. Now, silence fell. The kind that makes every breath sound like thunder.
Then Qin Chuan turned his attention to another prisoner who had been shouting moments ago.
Catarina Devon—known as the Crescent Moon Hunter—felt her heart freeze as he approached with a grin.
"What are you trying to do?"
As Qin Chuan opened her cell, Devon's voice trembled.
"Didn't I say it? I want reputation."
"Fine, reputation, whatever you want! Just tell me how to give it—I'll give it now!"
"Thanks."
Without another word, Qin Chuan delivered a brutal kick to Catarina Devon, bound in seastone cuffs and shackles.
Boom!
The impact was immediate. Devon didn't even have time to scream before she blacked out.
Ding. Congratulations to the host for successfully defeating the enemy. You have received 30000 reputation points.
The sight of Devon collapsing in one blow sparked panic among the remaining prisoners.
"Someone tell me what's going on! Why is he beating everyone?"
"What the hell is reputation? I don't have anything but dirt and rust on me!"
"This guy's even worse than the Navy! He just starts swinging without a word!"
Despite the protests, Qin Chuan was unfazed. He calmly continued unlocking cells, one by one, delivering ruthless blows and harvesting reputation points like a farmer during a bountiful harvest.
Level 6 of Infinite Hell quickly turned into a scene straight from purgatory.
Eventually, Qin Chuan arrived at the final cell in the corridor. But as he approached, a deep, grating voice echoed from within.
"Don't open this door. Or you'll die."
Qin Chuan froze, momentarily surprised. He hadn't expected someone with that kind of presence still locked up. He had just defeated several of Blackbeard's future crew members. But this voice was something different—he could feel it.
Could this be one of the true monsters of Level 6?
Driven by curiosity, Qin Chuan slowly pushed the door open.
From the darkness, a massive middle-aged man leapt forward. His build was towering and muscular, his long blond hair wild, his tattered military uniform hinting at past glory. He charged at Qin Chuan like a beast unleashed.
As he closed in, he raised his seastone-bound wrists to slam them down onto Qin Chuan's skull.
"Overestimating yourself," Qin Chuan muttered.
He lifted his foot.
Boom!
Pain surged through the man's body. He dropped to his knees, his attack halted mid-motion.
"Still got fight in you?"
"Die!"
The man snarled and lunged again, trying to rise and launch a second attack.
Boom!
Qin Chuan kicked harder this time. The man collapsed, coughing up blood, gasping as his lungs threatened to give out.
"If you can, kill me!" the man shouted defiantly, eyes blazing despite his injuries.
Qin Chuan raised an eyebrow. This one was different—stubborn, unbreakable.
"Level 6. Imprisoned. Wearing a military uniform. Long blond hair... could it be?"
His eyes widened with recognition.
"You're Douglas Bullet—the Devil's Heir?"