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OPI Chapter 31: Moria’s unwillingness and Helplessness
🕑 Added 2023-10-26 18:14:20 +0000 UTCA warship with the logo of the World Government was quietly moored on the island, silently observing the island shrouded in wind and snow. Golden flashes, red fireballs, and purplish-black slashes could be seen from time to time from the island, in addition to the deafening roars that overwhelmed all other sounds.
“It’s been five days, right?”
On the deck, a man in white with a white mask on his face asked in a deep voice.
Behind him stood a dozen CP6 members in black suits, exuding elite aura. Hearing this question, one of them quickly answered.
“Sir, it’s already the fifth day.”
"It seems that the winner will soon be decided. How are the members of the shadow tribe who are locked in the ship's hold? Aren't they dead?" She continued to ask the man in white without looking back.
"The ship's doctors have completed the treatment. In addition, their vitality is stronger than ordinary people, so they are all alive and well. Now they have been injected with anesthetics and are still in a coma."
The man in white nodded with satisfaction and said: "Yes, take good care of them."
"Yes."
The relentless weather continued to advance with the cold wind and another four hours passed in silence. Suddenly, the island seemed to fall silent.
Both the flashes and the explosions had stopped.
The snow falling from the sky did not know when it had stopped, leaving only the bright sun that covered everything around. This made the explosion craters, large and small, on the island, and the cut marks, more noticeable and horrible.
At this moment, a group of Cipher Pol personnel on the warship keenly heard a muffled bang, and then a black figure flew out quickly from the interior of the Island.
The black shadow fell heavily to the ground and rolled dozens of times, finally lying motionless on the still intact beach.
Then a golden flash of light gathered around the black shadow, it was Borsalino, but he looked really embarrassed at this time.
Not only was he sweating profusely, but his breathing was somewhat rapid and heavy. The bright yellow suit on his body had become tattered. Only the justice coat was still neat, but a large section of the left sleeve was cut off.
“Ooh~ He’s really a troublesome guy. This is really tiring me out~”
Borsalino looked down at Gecko Moria, who rolled his eyes and fainted. Borsalino shook his head tiredly.
These five days of fighting experience were definitely the most difficult and longest time he had experienced since joining the navy. Gecko Moria's strength was really good.
If he didn't have the Glint-Glint Fruit ability, he might have let that guy escape.
Not to mention anything else, if Gecko Moria lets the 'Doppelman' fly out alone first, and then waits until he is very far away and then uses the 'Kagemusha' to swap positions, then the chance of him escaping is quite high.
It’s just that for some unknown reason, this guy has no intention of running away alone. It’s all in vain that he’s been wary until now!
Ten minutes later, the World Government warship approached, and several CP6 agents in black suits ran down. They first placed handcuffs and shackles on Gecko Moria, and then six people worked together to take him to the warship and finally placed him in a single cell in the hold.
In the cells next to him, there were two members of the Gecko Pirates crew lying there. Even though they only had twenty people. They are all tall, and the average height of six meters per person takes up a lot of space. Therefore, out of a total of twelve cells, only one is still empty at this time.
“Thank you for your hard work, Vice Admiral Borsalino.”
On the deck of the warship, the man in white from CP0 said in a deep voice to Borsalino who appeared instantly.
“Don’t come to me next time if something like this happens again. Also, I worked so hard this time. Go back and talk to them about the bonus~”
Borsalino complained, and at the same time, he turned and walked towards the cabin, preparing to go back to his room and lie down for a while.
“I will, but there’s no guarantee.”
The large underwater prison, Impel Down, the Blazing Hell on the fourth floor underground, five days have passed since the 'War of Light and Shadow'.
This place was the core of the entire prison, where the director's office and the warehouse that supplied food to everyone in the prison were located.
The reason why it was called the 'Blazing Hell' was because there was fire everywhere, the ground was as hot as a frying pan, and in the center was a huge iron pot with a diameter of fifty meters, filled with boiling scarlet blood. The air on the fourth-floor underground was filled with a strong smell of blood.
Two days ago, Gecko Moria woke up from a coma, and for the first time he realized what it meant to be unbearably hot. As for the smell of blood, it was actually very sweet to him.
But he was in a pretty bad mood. He really didn't expect that he had just set sail from his hometown in the West Blue with his clanmates in high spirits last year, and that he would be caught here just a few days after entering the 'new world'.
Originally, I wanted to become the second Pirate King
“Are you finally awake? I’ve been waiting for you here for a long time.”
At this time, a strange and indifferent voice came from outside the cell. This made Moria, whose hands and feet were chained with seastone chains, suddenly raise his head and glare at the man in white who walked in.
"Who are you?"
“I belong directly to the nobility of the world.”
“Celestial Dragon!”
Gecko Moria felt very surprised and asked: "Are the Celestial Dragons targeting me? Why?"
"It can be said that as for the reason, of course it is because of you and your devil fruit ability." The man in white answered patiently, and then continued: "The crew members of your own race are still alive."
"What?" Moria was greatly surprised and asked quickly: "Where are they?"
"Right above your head, on the third floor underground, Starvation Hell. Apart from being hungry, there is no big problem. Their injuries have also been treated by us." The man in white replied.
Hearing this, Moria breathed a sigh of relief, but immediately frowned and said: "You came to see me and said that the Celestial Dragons took a fancy to my ability, so what is your purpose?"
The man in white liked Moria to get straight to the point. After all, the environment in the Impel Down was really bad, and he didn't want to stay for more than a day.
“The Lords above hope that you can join the World Government and become a jailer in Impel Down. However, you are also qualified for normal promotion. It is not impossible to become the director if you have the ability.”
"What...?" Gecko Moria's eyes almost popped out of his head. He looked at the mask on the face of the man in white in shock. He raised his voice and said: "You caught me here just to make me work here?"
“It can be said that the Lords above feel that your devil fruit ability is very suitable for working in 'Impel Down', so they asked me and Vice Admiral Borsalino to invite you here.” The man in white nodded.
"You!" Gecko Moria was irritated by the other party's word 'invite'. He felt a wave of bad energy pouring out of his belly, and he immediately stood up as if he was going to riot.
His height is nearly seven meters, and he looks very scary standing up.
But the man in white was unmoved. He put his hands in the pockets of his pure white trousers, his attitude remained indifferent, and he didn't pay attention to Moria's aura at all.
"I have counted twenty of your fellow crew members. According to the promise made to you by the Lords, as long as you work here honestly, one person can be released every year to work as a jailer with you. At the same time, every time you advance to a level, you can release one additional person. Which means that if you can become the director, you can regain your freedom in up to fifteen years and leave here with your companions."
As soon as these words came out, Gecko Moria was stunned, and remained silent for nearly twenty minutes. During this period, his face continued to flash with struggle, entanglement, unwillingness and resentment, and finally turned into a long sigh.
“Huh... Take me to see them first!”
What else could he do?
