Tap. Tap.
Clear footsteps echoed from behind, causing both Lucci—who had been about to act—and Serra—who was vomiting uncontrollably—to turn around at once.
They saw Rorschach and Law walking side by side, both dressed in Marine uniforms.
Rorschach had also changed into a pure white Marine outfit, with polished black boots.
Since Hibari, Law, and the main force had already arrived, there was no longer any need for Rorschach to hide his identity.
The two pristine white capes bearing the word "Justice" stood out starkly in the dark underground prison.
"Lucci, time is short. Let us take over from here," Rorschach said.
He glanced at the deathly pale Serra and couldn't help but smile slightly. "Miss Serra, you can wait outside if you'd like. We'll share the information with you once we obtain it."
Serra covered her mouth, doing her best not to look at the brutal scene in the cell.
But the thick stench of blood in the confined underground space kept assaulting her nose, making her gag.
She stubbornly shook her head. "No, I have to stay here and watch. This situation arose from internal problems within our guild. Technically, you're outsiders helping us. You already saved my life yesterday—I can't just reap the benefits without doing anything in return. Even if I can't help, I'll stay here and bear witness. Ugh…"
No sooner had she finished speaking than she dropped to the ground again, dry heaving. Law frowned as he watched her.
Rorschach twitched the corner of his mouth and shook his head.
Forget it.
Hopefully she doesn't have nightmares tonight.
Lucci didn't ask how Rorschach intended to interrogate Wagner. He simply stepped aside and silently pulled a white napkin from somewhere to wipe the blood from his hands.
As soon as Rorschach stepped into the cell, Wagner's gaze ignored everyone else entirely and locked onto him.
"It's you."
His pupils involuntarily contracted.
He would never forget Rorschach's face.
It was this seemingly calm and polite young man who had defeated that old geezer Jonathan in last night's battle.
The thunder that roared across the skies, the storm that churned the seas—it had all left a powerful impression on Wagner.
"Since you recognize me, could you do us the favor of telling us what we want to know, Mr. Wagner?" Rorschach asked, smiling brightly as he looked at Wagner's blood-soaked face.
Wagner grinned, revealing blood-stained gums, and suddenly spat a mouthful of bloody saliva at Rorschach.
An invisible barrier of air instantly formed in front of Rorschach, blocking the spit in midair.
"Marine brat. Just because you've got some power doesn't mean you can scare me.
Who do you think I am? Don't underestimate me—Wagner!
Hahahaha! Come on, kill me if you've got the guts! If I even blink, I lose! AAAAARGHH—!!"
Before he could finish his rant, Rorschach's face went cold. He casually pointed a finger at Wagner.
A flicker of electricity sparked from his fingertip, shooting directly into Wagner's chest and entering his body.
BZZZZZ!
The silver-white current bloomed inside Wagner like fireworks, bursting from within. It tore through his muscles, pierced skin and tissue, ravaged blood vessels, tendons, and internal organs. His robust body snapped rigid in an instant.
His feet dug into the floor as his body arched, muscles spasming wildly.
A blood-curdling scream tore from his throat, echoing throughout the underground prison.
The air was filled with his shrill, inhuman wails, like the cries of a devil—so much so that Serra's face went completely pale. She stared in shock at Rorschach, who now looked cold and unfeeling.
She hadn't expected the elegant and handsome young man to display such ruthless cruelty.
What she didn't know was—
Rorschach had never been the merciful type.
From Thousand Rock Island, to the Kingdom of Prince, to Sabaody, to Impel Down—
Along the way, the number of pirates who had died at Rorschach's hands had already exceeded three thousand.
A foul stench spread through the air.
Wagner, the invisible assassin who had followed Wang Zhi through the New World for years—a notorious pirate with a bounty of 340 million Berries—had just lost control of his bodily functions from the shock.
This humiliation was far worse than physical pain. It drove him mad.
Black Armament Haki surged from Wagner's body as he lunged forward, trying to headbutt Rorschach.
The chains binding him clanked and rattled with the force of his movement.
"Bastard! Kill me if you dare, you damn Marine brat!"
Rorschach's expression didn't change. He opened his palm—not with sparks of lightning this time, but with an invisible whirlwind gathering in his hand, forming a miniature tornado in his palm.
He looked down at the beast-like Wagner. "You've got quite the vitality. No wonder you're one of Wang Zhi's elite. Have you ever felt your body being torn apart from the inside out by air pressure?"
Thud, thud, thud.
Hurried footsteps echoed through the prison corridor behind him, fleeing in panic.
Rorschach didn't bother with Serra, who had fled the underground prison. With a wave of his right hand, the swirling wind in his palm transformed into a razor-sharp wind blade and slashed open Wagner's chest.
In that moment, a clear look of terror appeared in Wagner's eyes.
He could distinctly feel a force entering his body through the wound on his chest—creeping into his bloodstream.
Rorschach slowly closed his fingers into a fist before Wagner's terrified eyes, then gradually opened them, like a blooming mandrake flower from hell.
As his fingers opened, the air current that had invaded Wagner's body surged and expanded.
One by one, Wagner's blood vessels, tendons, and membranes swelled, stretched, and burst from the pressure!
Wagner's pupils dilated as blood veins spread like spiderwebs across his eyes.
Bulging veins popped up all over his body.
His entire form arched unnaturally, chest thrust upward, the back of his skull slamming heavily into the ground.
A second later, a lung-tearing, soul-shredding scream burst from his throat, shattering the eerie silence of the dark prison.
"ARGHHHHHH!"
In the neighboring cell, William Hanks and Gene Angor had gone pale as ghosts, drenched in cold sweat. They looked at Rorschach like they were staring at the devil himself.
An invincible, unstoppable, and merciless devil king.
Even Morishita Ichiro, who had been tortured unconscious by Lucci, was shocked awake by the demonic howls, staring in horror at the disfigured Wagner.
Lucci's hand froze mid-wipe. His entire body tensed instinctively.
It was brutal.
Wagner now looked like a man who had eaten the Rubber-Rubber Fruit and been overinflated—his whole body swollen grotesquely, his inner organs forcibly stretched by invisible air currents.
Just imagining the sensation made one's skin crawl.
This was a technique even Rob Lucci couldn't pull off.
"Still not talking? You really are tough," Rorschach nodded, lifting his chin slightly. "Law."
"Mm."
Law drew his blade, Kikoku. Under the horrified gazes of everyone present, a translucent dome spread outward.
He gripped the blade with both hands. The cold steel moved like a blur, slashing dozens—no, hundreds—of times in an instant.
"ROOM! Slaughterhouse!"
Within the surgical space, Wagner—whose chains had been removed by Lucci but who was too weak to run—was sliced into hundreds of pieces by Kikoku in one clean motion, reduced to a pile of scattered components on the floor.
Wagner's head was severed and caught mid-air by Rorschach, who held it in one hand as he looked down at the remains strewn across the ground.
Law opened his palms and brought them together.
The hundreds of severed parts rose silently into the air, gathering into a single mass.
Suspended midair, in Wagner's wide, bloodshot eyes, the fragments twisted and merged into an indescribable lump of horror.
Organs, blood-slick membranes, and an exposed heart were all visible.
Hands and feet jutted grotesquely from the chaotic mass, making the whole thing look even more bizarre, jumbled, and unimaginably evil.
Even Rob Lucci—no stranger to carnage—shivered at the sight, a chill running down his spine.
Let alone everyone else in the prison.
William Hanks and the others had already pissed themselves in terror.
Morishita Ichiro's eyes rolled back again as he fainted.
As for Wagner, who had stubbornly refused to speak before—he finally, completely broke down. Tears and snot ran down his face as he sobbed in utter despair:
"I'll talk… I'll talk… I'll tell you everything…"
(End of Chapter)
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