Chapter 1548 grants freedom to the 6th floor.

Redfield, now free, stands with the black sperm surrounding him in the cold, damp corridor of the sixth level of prison.

The passage of time and long-term imprisonment have weakened his physical strength, but his innate and unique Observation Haki has become more mellow and powerful, like fine wine that has aged over time.

His perception is no longer limited to hearing or seeing, but is almost an omniscient intuition, capable of instantly discerning the surface thoughts and deep memories of a large number of targets within range.

This Observation Haki, which allows him to directly read the thoughts and memories of others, is in some ways even more direct and profound than Roger's ability to hear the voice of all things. It also made him remain aloof for many years because he saw through too much of the darkness in people's hearts.

Having similar abilities to Queen Otohime, Redfield has chosen a path where he has no friends. He became a pirate because of the influence of the Rumbar Pirates. He wants to meet Brook the Skeleton and rediscover his original passion for becoming a pirate.

A moment later, his invisible Observation Haki quietly covered the entire sixth floor. The thoughts, desires, fears, and lies of hundreds of prisoners flooded into his mind like noisy radio waves.

He could clearly hear the pirates outwardly proclaiming their loyalty to Buggy, but inwardly plotting to part ways as soon as they escaped, indulging in their selfish desire for freedom.

This complete transparency, with no secrets to hide, was the root of his lifelong loneliness. Seeing those around him too clearly was a form of torture; a world without lies would be truly terrible.

Redfield focused his attention on Shiryu of the Rain, who was battling the black tide, and spoke directly in a calm voice: "Shiryu, where are you keeping Douglas Barrett?"

Xi Liu chose to remain silent, covering his entire body with Armament Haki in an attempt to counter the unique Observation Haki of Lone Red. Unfortunately, the young man underestimated the old man's abilities.

The barriers of thought were useless in front of Redfield. Although Shiliu's lips were tightly closed, the fragments of his memory about Barrett's whereabouts were as clear as a lighthouse in the dark.

Shiryu may be a swordsmanship genius and a serial killer, but he is not a master of mental defense. Even someone as simple-minded as Luffy cannot instantly empty his mind and block out all thoughts during a fierce battle, let alone a complex and abnormal person like him.

Redfield accurately captured his murderous intent, agitation, and apprehension about a certain location; too many people had no secrets from the solitary red.

"Master, is there any result yet?"

"Tell me already, stop keeping me in suspense!"

A group of black sperm clung to Redfield's thin thighs, their small faces tilted up as they eagerly pressed for answers, displaying the humility they should have shown.

Redfield slowly said, "Barrett is not dead, but he is not on the sixth level. He was secretly transferred in advance. He was imprisoned on the fourth level of the Scorching Hell that you passed by earlier."

"The members of the Knights of God are stationed here. It's a trap set in advance. Are you still going?"

Upon hearing Redfield's words, Shiliu's expression changed drastically. Although he tried his best to control his expression, he could not hide the shock and panic of having his secret exposed.

He wanted to refute Redfield's nonsense, but the other party had read his memories, so refuting it would be tantamount to admitting it, which made him so frustrated that he almost vomited blood.

Unless there's someone with the ability to alter memories like the Memory-Memory Fruit user deliberately setting up a trap, but that possibility is extremely slim, Sanji's fiancée is still on Whole Cake Island, and Big Mom is unlikely to cooperate with the Celestial Dragons.

Redfield assumed that Black Sperm would immediately head to the perilous fourth floor, but his next move surprised even the aloof Red.

The black sperm that had initially spat out the candle key opened its mouth again and spat out an even larger mass of white wax.

The lump of wax rapidly split and deformed, transforming in the blink of an eye into dozens or even hundreds of precisely structured candle keys. The black sperm swarmed forward, each wielding one or even several candle keys.

"Before we leave, we should certainly give them a big gift," the black sperm laughed wickedly.

The next moment, this black tide of people wielding the master key surged toward the cells on both sides of the road. Shiryu watched in horror, realizing that Impel Down was truly doomed this time.

"Sir, let me out! I will pledge my allegiance to Captain Bucky!"

"Save me, and I'll give you half of my treasure!"

"The key really is a key, open it for me now!"

Amid the prisoners' near-frantic pleas and flattery, the black sperm brutally smashed open the steel bars, then easily inserted their freely malleable candle keys into the locks, the clicking sounds of the locks opening echoing throughout the room.

One by one, the sea stone handcuffs and shackles were unlocked, and those heinous criminals who had been imprisoned for years or even decades, those ruthless pirates with various terrifying Devil Fruit abilities, regained their freedom at this moment.

Shiryu of the Rain stood in a relatively safe corner, gripping his demon sword tightly, but the scene before him made even this ruthless swordsman feel a chill run down his spine.

Chaos reigned as far as the eye could see. The once eerie but orderly Infinite Hell Corridor had now been transformed into a carnival of riots and slaughter.

One shadow after another slowly emerged from the cells whose bars had been violently broken open by black sperm, each one a notorious and vicious criminal who could silence even the most wicked child.

At this moment, the monsters who had broken free of the sea stone shackles had a mixture of ecstasy, resentment, tyranny, and twisted excitement at regaining their freedom on their faces.

They greedily breathed in the air of freedom, roaring like wild beasts in hoarse voices, and began to frantically destroy everything in sight.

"Freedom, that's the taste of freedom!"

"Kill all the lackeys of the World Government!"

"Hahaha, I'm finally out!"

For a moment, it was a scene of utter chaos. Shiryu's pupils reflected this scene, which was like the gates of hell opening. His face showed no sense of responsibility for protecting Impel Down, only extremely realistic calculations and selfish calmness.

He was a born egoist who knew that in a riot of this scale, individual bravery was meaningless, and those who remained would only be drowned in the endless sea of ​​people, a frustrating end.

"Magellan, look what you've done," Shiliu cursed under his breath, shifting the blame for the fall of Impel Down to the warden whose fate was unknown without any qualms.

A resolute glint flashed in his eyes, and without warning, he swung the demon blade again, unleashing a condensed, blood-red slash.

This time, however, the target of the strike was not any enemy below, but rather the thick floorboards diagonally above, near the edge of the sixth floor.

With a deafening roar, the precise strike tore through the floorboards, creating a breach leading to the upper prison level. A chilling wind, carrying snowflakes, rushed in instantly.

Without the slightest hesitation, Shiliu took a step forward and his figure shot out like an arrow before the countless rioting prisoners could react. He was the first to dart out through the gap, without even glancing back at the hell he once ruled.

Shiryu of the Rain has run away!

They ran away without hesitation!