One Piece: Rinnegan Is My Golden Finger.

Watching Kalifa enter, Chiga nodded at Magellan and said calmly,

"Come on."

Magellan didn't say a word. Gritting his teeth, he unleashed a massive wave of red venom straight at Chiga.

A surging tide of poison instantly flooded Bullet's cell, swallowing Chiga whole.

But the moment after the attack was released, Magellan regretted it. He had used too much venom—far more than necessary.

Still, there was no time to second-guess himself. Chiga had remained motionless since being submerged, and Magellan knew he had to locate him quickly.

He pressed both hands to the ground, calling back the venom. It gathered rapidly at his palms, and gradually, a red-stained figure emerged from the center of the cell.

It was Chiga. His body was drenched in venom, but he stood upright. Magellan's heart sank as he quickly worked to withdraw the remaining poison.

Suddenly, a shockwave of force erupted from Chiga's body, blasting the venom off in all directions.

The splattered poison even struck Magellan's face, but he barely reacted. His eyes were fixed in disbelief on Chiga—and more specifically, on a horn that had sprouted from the right side of Chiga's forehead.

The horn was... artistic. Smooth and milky-white, it curved gracefully, branching slightly at the tip. Its base was lined with scaly protrusions, and the horn's point shimmered a dull red, like it was stained with blood.

As the horn emerged, the purple hue of Chiga's Rinnegan deepened. His presence shifted—more refined, more distant, yet strangely captivating.

Chiga reached up and touched the horn. The instant his fingers made contact, a cool sensation flowed through his body like water, sharpening his senses.

Looking down at his unharmed body—untouched despite being bathed in highly toxic venom—Chiga's lips curled into a slow, confident smile. Even Magellan, usually stone-faced, was momentarily dazed by the sight.

He had taken Magellan's full venomous attack with nothing but his bare body—no defense, no haki. At first, it had hurt like hell. But then something inside his forehead stirred. The horn had emerged, and with it, a strange sensation of lightness.

Now, soaked in venom, it felt more like he was bathing in a hot spring.

The horn had even absorbed part of the poison—hence the red tip.

With a thought, the horn glowed softly, radiating a pale white light. The red color pulsed and flowed, like blood moving under the skin.

Magellan stared unblinking. That glow... it was familiar. Too familiar.

The "red blood" from the horn trickled downward, snaking from its base across Chiga's skin and converging between his right eye and the horn's root. It looked like fine streams of blood being drawn into his right Rinnegan.

As the red light flowed in, the pupil of Chiga's right eye shifted—turning a deep, menacing crimson.

Chiga raised his arm toward Magellan and said softly,

"Kōkōtenjin."

Before Magellan could even react, Chiga's right arm transformed into a massive red dragon made of venom—and it lunged forward.

"Boom!"

The venomous dragon crashed into Magellan, sending his huge body hurtling into the opposite cell.

A scream rang out—but it wasn't Magellan's.

It was a high-pitched cry from someone else... someone unfortunate.

Magellan groaned, buried in venom, and pushed himself up—only to freeze.

The entire cell around him was dissolving. Walls, floors, and furniture melted into a sludgy mess. Everything was corroding at an alarming rate.

Worst of all was the prisoner who had previously occupied the cell.

He was... gone. Nothing remained but a few pale bone fragments, which promptly evaporated into green smoke as Magellan watched, horrified.

That prisoner—he remembered now—had been Vasco Shot. A loud, drunk fool. But now?

Erased. As if he'd never existed.

Magellan shook his head and sighed. Honestly, with all the chaos today, one more casualty didn't mean much.

He managed to sit up in the venom. Being a poison-user himself, he wasn't affected by the venom—but what made his heart tremble was this:

That attack had come from his ability.

Yet, when Chiga used it, it was stronger. Much stronger. The range, the impact—it was more than double the strength of Magellan's own blast.

Magellan stared, stunned and speechless.

Across the cell, Chiga stood tall, smiling casually.

He'd told Magellan to attack—but still, that guy hadn't held back. Without the horn, it really had hurt.

So of course, he'd paid him back.

The venom dragon? That was a gift from the horn. The Kōkōtenjin. Just like Momoshiki Ōtsutsuki's technique—absorb and return the attack with amplified force.

But Chiga's version had no limit.

He could use it as many times as he wanted.

Chiga still found it odd. As far as he knew, the Ōtsutsuki clan's horns didn't have any special functions. So where had this ability come from?

After thinking it over, he chalked it up to a mutation.

No—better to call it evolution.

This trip to Impel Down had changed everything. He wasn't the same man who had entered.

Now, the red venom danced along Chiga's arm like living snakes. He walked over to Magellan, offering a hand and saying in a half-apologetic tone,

"Sorry, Warden Magellan. Still getting used to the new power. You alright?"

Magellan blinked blankly, then grasped Chiga's hand and stood up.

All he wanted now... was to go back to the toilet and pretend today never happened.

Chiga tilted his head and asked with a grin,

"Warden Magellan, thinking of the toilet again?"

"Ah… yeah."

"The Venom-Venom Fruit sure has some annoying side effects. But what if I said I could help you… work normally while on the toilet? Interested?"

"Nani? Of course I'm interested!"

Seeing Magellan's serious expression, Chiga gave a warm, reassuring smile.

Inside the Door-Door Space, Kalifa pouted as she watched.

"Boss is definitely up to something again…"

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