**Chapter 31: Moria's Unwillingness and Helplessness!**
A Battleship painted with the World Government Symbol.
It quietly lay anchored on the sea between the White Asia Three Islands.
Silently observing East Island, which was shrouded in wind and snow.
Golden Radiance, red fireballs, and purple-black slashes occasionally flashed across the island.
The deafening roars were extremely dense.
"It's been five days, hasn't it?"
On the Deck, a White-clothed person wearing a White Mask on his face asked in a deep voice.
Behind him stood over a dozen CP6 members, all in Black Suits and exuding an Elite Aura.
Hearing his question, one of them quickly replied.
"Report, Lord, yes, it is the fifth day!"
"It seems the outcome will be decided soon. How are those Ogre Tribe people locked in the cells in the hold? None of them died, right?"
The White-clothed person continued to ask without turning his head.
"The Ship Doctors have finished treating them. Coupled with their inherent vitality being stronger than ordinary people, they are all alive and well. They have now been injected with Anesthetic and are still in a state of unconsciousness."
The White-clothed person nodded with satisfaction and said, "Good, keep a close eye on them."
"Yes!"
Merciless Time continued to drift forward with the cold wind, and four more hours passed silently.
Suddenly, East Island of White Asia seemed to quiet down.
Whether it was Glint or explosions, everything settled into dust.
The sky-filling snow stopped at some point.
Only the brilliant Sunlight remained, covering everything around and illuminating the large and small bomb craters and slash marks on the island, making them appear even more prominent and grisly.
Just then.
The Cipher Pol personnel on the Battleship keenly heard a muffled thud.
Immediately after, a Black Shadow flew out rapidly from inside East Island.
The Black Shadow fell heavily to the Ground, rolling a dozen times.
Finally, it lay motionless on the relatively intact beach.
Immediately after, a golden Glint condensed beside the Black Shadow.
It was Borsalino.
However, his appearance at this moment was truly wretched.
Not only was he covered in sweat, but his Breathing was also slightly rapid and heavy, and his bright yellow suit was tattered.
Only his Coat of Justice remained relatively neat, though a large section of the left sleeve had been slashed off.
"Phew—what a troublesome fellow, that really tired me out~"
Borsalino looked down at Gecko Moria, who had rolled his eyes and fainted, and shook his head tiredly.
The five days of combat experience were definitely the most difficult and time-consuming he had faced since joining the Marines.
This Moria's Strength was truly impressive.
If he hadn't possessed the Glint-Glint Fruit Ability, that guy might really have escaped.
Putting everything else aside, if Gecko Moria had first sent his 'Shadow Doppelganger' flying out alone, and then used 'Shadow Swap' to switch positions once it was very far away, his chance of escaping would have been quite high.
For some unknown reason, however, this guy showed no intention of escaping alone at all, completely wasting the caution he had maintained until now!
Ten minutes later, the World Government Battleship came alongside, and hundreds of CP6's Man in Black ran down from it.
They first put Seastone Handcuffs and Leg Cuffs on Gecko Moria.
Then, six people together carried him onto the Battleship and finally locked him into a single Prison Cell in the hold.
In the cells next door to him, two Ogre Tribe crewmates of the Moonlight Pirates lay in each.
Don't let the fact that there were only twenty of them fool you.
Their tall stature, averaging six meters in Height, took up considerable space.
Therefore, out of a total of twelve Prison Cells, only one remained empty at this time.
"Thank you for your hard work, Vice Admiral Kizaru."
On the Battleship Deck, the White-clothed person from CP0 said in a deep voice to Borsalino, who had appeared instantly.
"Next time there's a Matter like this, don't come looking for me. Also, I put in so much effort this time, go back and talk to them about the bonus Matter~~"
Borsalino complained with a pout.
At the same time, he turned and walked towards the hold, preparing to return to his room to lie down for a while.
"I will, but I can't guarantee anything."
Great Undersea Prison.
Impel Down's Underground Level 4, Blazing Hell.
Five days had passed since the 'Light-Shadow Battle'.
This place was the Core of the entire Great Prison.
The Warden's Office and the granary that supplied everyone inside the Prison were both located here.
The reason it was called 'Blazing Hell' was because it was a sea of fire everywhere, and the Ground was as hot as a frying pan.
In the Central Zone, there was also a super large Iron pot with a diameter of fifty meters, filled with boiling crimson blood.
Therefore, the air throughout Underground Level 4 was filled with a strong smell of blood.
Two days ago, Gecko Moria woke up from unconsciousness and immediately experienced what it meant to be intensely hot and unbearable.
As for the smell of blood, it was, on the contrary, very sweet to him.
However, his mood was quite bad.
He really hadn't expected that just last year, he had set sail high-spiritedly from his hometown in West Blue with his clan companions.
And just a few days after entering the New World, he was caught and brought here.
He had originally wanted to become the second Pirate King...
"Finally awake? I've been waiting for you here for a long time."
At this moment, a strange, cold voice came from outside the Prison Cell.
This made Moria, whose hands and feet were all locked by Seastone chains, suddenly raise his head and glare angrily at the White-clothed person who walked in.
"Who are you?"
"I report directly to the World Noble."
"Celestial Dragons!"
Gecko Moria felt very surprised and asked, "Are the Celestial Dragons targeting me? Why!"
"You could say that. As for the reason, of course, it's because they value you as a person, as well as your Devil Fruit Ability."
The White-clothed person answered very patiently, then continued to say, "Those crewmates of your clan are all still alive."
"What!"
Moria was greatly surprised and delighted, and hurriedly asked, "Where are they?"
"Right above you, in Underground Level 3, Starvation Hell. Other than being hungry, there are no major problems. The injuries on their bodies have also been treated by us," the White-clothed person replied.
Hearing this, Moria breathed a sigh of relief, but immediately frowned:
"You came here to see me, and said the Celestial Dragons value my Ability. Then what is your purpose?"
The White-clothed person liked that Moria got straight to the point.
After all, the Environment of this Impel Down was indeed terrible, and he didn't want to stay for even a day longer.
"The Lord above hope you can join the World Government and become a Jailer in this Impel Down. However, you also have the qualification for normal promotion. If you have the capability to become Warden, it's not impossible."
"What—!!"
Gecko Moria's eyeballs were almost popping out. He looked in shock at the Mask on the White-clothed person's face, and his voice immediately grew louder:
"You captured me just so I could work here?"
"You could say that. The Lord above think your Devil Fruit Ability is very suitable for working in Impel Down, so they had me and Vice Admiral Kizaru invite you here," the White-clothed person nodded.
"You!"
Gecko Moria was enraged by the other party's word 'invite'.
He only felt a surge of Ill Will welling up from his gut and immediately stood up in a posture as if about to riot.
His Height was nearly seven meters, and standing up like this, he looked very terrifying.
But the White-clothed person remained unmoved.
With both hands in the pockets of his clean white trousers, his Attitude remained cold.
He didn't put Moria's Aura in his eyes at all.
"I counted, there are twenty people among those clan crewmates of yours. According to the promise the Lord made to you, as long as you work honestly here, then every year one person can be released to be a Jailer here with you."
"At the same time, every time you get promoted a level, you can release one more person additionally. That is to say, if you can become Warden, at most fifteen years, you can regain freedom and leave here together with those companions of yours."
As soon as these words were spoken, Gecko Moria was stunned.
Following this, he remained silent for nearly twenty minutes.
During this period, his face constantly flickered with struggle, conflict, unwillingness, and resentment.
Finally, all turned into a long sigh: "Phew—, first, take me to see them!"
What else could he do?
(Author's Note: Let's hope the Speed picks up again. Currently, Collection 194, Recommendation Ticket 176, Monthly Pass 48, Contracted Author New Book Ranking Light Novel category 75th place, the most important Number of Readers less than 20.)
(End of this chapter)