Passing through the magnificent Gate of Justice, one enters the No Wind Zone.

The sky was dark and gloomy as the prison battleship came to a halt in front of the imposing fortress complex.

Advance City has arrived.

The battleship docked next to the pier.

The personnel on the ship, whether navy or prisoners, were transferring downwards in an orderly manner.

The highest-ranking officer in charge of this prisoner transport mission was Rear Admiral Weasel from the Naval Headquarters.

Strom followed closely behind Weasel as they moved toward the gate of Advance City.

A figure stood silently at the gate, his appearance a grotesque blend of a pharaoh and a demon, ugly and terrifying.

As Strom and Weasel approached, the figure finally spoke.

“Welcome to—”

Hannibal said calmly.

“My Advance City.”

Weasel had initially intended to extend a handshake in greeting.

Upon hearing this, his movement froze involuntarily.

If he remembered correctly,

wasn't the director of Advance City Magellan?

Who was this large, pot-bellied, monstrous fool?

Before Weasel could ask,

Hannibal hurriedly grasped Weasel's right hand and shook it vigorously.

“Ah! Sorry, sorry! I misspoke just now!

“Saying ‘my prison’ is a bit revealing of ambition.

“I am the warden of Advance City, Hannibal. I look forward to your guidance.”

The corner of Weasel's eye twitched as he coldly replied,

“...Weasel.”

“I’ve heard about you; this should be the newly appointed Penggeli Strom, right?”

Hannibal released Weasel's hand and turned to Strom behind him.

“My new subordinate—ah! Revealing ambition again!”

Weasel didn’t linger for long, citing “military duties” as his excuse to take his leave.

Only Strom and Hannibal remained.

“Sir.”

Strom took out the transfer order given to him by Green Pheasant.

“This is the transfer order from headquarters; please take a look.”

“Don’t call me sir; call me Warden!”

Hannibal emphasized seriously as he took the paper from Strom.

“If you're willing to call me ‘Director,’ that’s also fine.”

“Actually, from the moment I first saw Lord Hannibal, I felt you had the potential to become the Director of Advance City.”

Strom said with a serious expression.

“Lord Hannibal, why don’t we go kill our way to the Director's office and take Magellan’s position?”

Ah?

Hannibal couldn’t help but take a step back, seeming startled.

Kid, I’m just an ambitious guy who likes to talk big; you’re serious about it?

“I think… you’re being a bit too radical, cough cough.”

Hannibal casually tucked Strom's transfer order into his pocket.

“Come with me; I’ll give you a tour of my Advance City.”

Strom followed behind Hannibal as they entered the interior of Advance City.

As soon as he stepped through the door, he heard a series of painful howls coming from the side.

“Isn’t that a lovely sound of lament?”

Hannibal revealed a satisfied smile and raised his hand to indicate the iron fence along the road.

“Prisoners sent to my Advance City will first be taken to the opposite side of the iron fence.

“They will need to strip naked and enter the ‘hellish warm water’ heated to 100 degrees for disinfection and sterilization.

“This is also the ‘baptism’ that Advance City provides for the prisoners.”

Strom nodded calmly, then pretended to be curious and asked,

“Lord Hannibal, why does Advance City use boiling water instead of hot oil?”

Hot, hot oil?

Hannibal's smile instantly froze on his face.

Kid, do you want to fry the prisoners to death?

“Because... it’s tradition.”

Hannibal wiped the sweat from his forehead, wanting to end this topic quickly.

But Strom didn’t let him off easily.

“Sir, if you become the Director in the future, can you turn ‘hellish warm water’ into ‘hellish hot oil’?”

Kid, I think you're a bit extreme!

Hannibal roared inwardly.

Now he understood.

No wonder this kid could be transferred from the Naval Headquarters to Advance City!

Hell is empty, and the devils are in the navy!

“Newbie, not every prisoner in Advance City is a death row inmate.”

“So why is that?”

Strom was genuinely confused this time.

“Is the government not killing these scum on purpose, waiting for them to escape?”

“Escape?”

Hannibal seemed to have heard a great joke.

“Advance City is built of copper walls and iron walls; it is the highest security prison in the world.

“There is absolutely no way a prisoner could escape from Advance City!”

Strom glanced at Hannibal and directly mentioned a name.

“Golden Lion Shiki?”

“Ah this…”

Hannibal was surprised again.

A trivia about Advance City.

Hannibal had personally witnessed the escape of Golden Lion Shiki.

Golden Lion Shiki had even asked Hannibal where Advance City had placed his [Sakura Ten] and [Mokuro].

Being interrogated consecutively by a newbie.

Hannibal felt a bit embarrassed.

“Newbie! Advance City has rules! Subordinates are not allowed to talk back to their superiors!”

Really? I don’t believe it.

Strom curled his lips.

If subordinates in Advance City really couldn’t talk back to their superiors,

Hannibal would have been thrown into infinite hell by Magellan on the very first day of his ambition being revealed.

However, Strom still quite liked Hannibal, this pretentious officer.

Seeing that Hannibal was holding back his anger, he pinched his thumb and index finger and gestured to “zip it.”

Only then did Hannibal nod in satisfaction.

The sea area of Advance City was not too large.

Hannibal led Strom on a tour around.

From the initial baptism room to the generator room, medical room, monitoring room, and guard dormitory, etc.

As they passed by the guard's cafeteria in Advance City,

Strom saw a large group of blue gorillas dragging huge chunks of meat toward the kitchen.

The leader of this group of blue gorillas was a woman dressed in pink leather with wavy orange hair.

“My little Satty.”

Hannibal waved warmly at her.

“Did today’s food supply go smoothly?”

“Of course!”

Satty's orange bangs covered her eyes, but her vision seemed unaffected.

She easily noticed Strom beside Hannibal.

“Hmm?! Is this the newbie who’s here to take my place?”

In the gap of speaking,

Satty gently twisted the long-handled pitchfork in her hand.

The pitchfork’s head fell off, and a long, thin whip appeared in her hand.

Crack!

Satty swung the whip in the air, producing a loud crack.

“Newbie, what’s your name?”

“Penggeli Strom.”

Strom stepped forward, looking at Satty.

“Sir?”

“Call me Satty!”

Before he knew it, Satty whipped her whip towards Strom.

Her skill with the whip was far superior to that of a peacock.

The black whip, made of some unknown material, shimmered with a dark oily sheen.

Upon closer inspection, one could see sharp barbs attached to the whip.

If struck by this whip, the consequences would be unimaginable.

But faced with this attack, Strom didn’t even blink.

He made no move, yet layers of white ripples appeared on his surface.

The next moment,

A white snake made of clay flew out from Strom’s body, directly biting at the swinging whip.

Crack!

Satty's whip accurately struck the snake’s head, instantly bursting the soft clay.

But the white snake did not “die” as a result.

On the contrary,

After the explosion, the white snake transformed into a tightly woven clay net, firmly wrapping the black whip within.

Strom controlled the clay as if wielding a white chain, engaging in a tug-of-war with Satty.

“Satty! Penggeli! Please stop fighting!”

Hannibal shouted nervously from the side.

“If this continues, the blue gorillas will go out of control!”

Satty was suddenly startled.

She turned her head just in time to see a blue gorilla, responsible for carrying food earlier, charging towards them.

The blue gorilla, whose real name was “Brugli,”

was huge, incredibly strong, and had strange skull-like patterns on its face, known as “marine fighters.”

The blue gorilla charging over had a clear target—

Strom, who was fighting Satty!

“Roar! Roar!”

The blue gorilla wielded a massive double-edged axe, fiercely cleaving towards Strom.

Strom's expression remained unchanged.

He raised his right hand, and white clay continuously poured out, instantly forming a small mountain beside him.

Then, the clay mound began to writhe.

A gigantic white gorilla, nearly tall enough to hit the ceiling of Advance City, “burst forth” from the ground!

The blue gorilla swung its giant axe with all its might.

Due to height limitations, it only managed to strike the knee of the white gorilla.

The fighting strength of the marine fighter was no joke.

Even the sea kings of the No Wind Zone could be easily “chopped in half” by the blue gorilla.

The white gorilla made of clay could not withstand the axe in terms of hardness, and its knee was directly severed.

But clay beings are unafraid of harm.

Even with its knee “chopped off” by the marine fighter, the upper body of the white gorilla remained completely unharmed.

Strom manipulated the white gorilla, which raised its enormous fist and smashed down heavily.

Boom!

The blue gorilla that had just attacked could not evade the blow and was directly struck in the head by the clay giant fist.

With a loud bang,

the blue gorilla was knocked over and completely lost consciousness.

[Silver Trophy: Brugli]

[Trophy Star Rating: ★★★]

A blue gorilla is a silver trophy!?

Strom looked at the group of blue gorillas rushing towards him not far away.

In his eyes, these were not mere blue water monkeys, but rather silver trophies!

Strom seemed to hear an auditory hallucination in his ears.

The main storyline quest has been triggered!

Dominate Advance City starting from the blue water monkeys!