Chapter 29 Become My Subordinate (Ch 29)

“Wow! That’s right! Finally, there’s something interesting to see!”
Moze clapped his hands slowly and commented with a strange smile.
“You looked like you were about to cry just now. I thought you were really going to drown me in your tears.”
He looked Moria up and down with interest, his eyes showing undisguised assessment and a hint of amusement.
Although he was much smaller than Moria, his condescending aura was not diminished at all.
“Well… the domineering side is back, and there’s a bit of the shadow of him that stirred up trouble in the New World back then.” Mo Ze nodded, then changed the subject and mercilessly poked at Moria’s sore spot.
“What a pity! You are too dependent on those shadows you collected. Now most of the shadows have been dispersed, and you are nothing more than a slightly tougher empty shell at best.”
He paused, as if admiring Moria’s huge body that was trembling slightly with anger, and then grinned with an unsettling teasing smile:
“But since you finally gave me a little surprise, I changed my mind.”
“I have decided not to kill you.”
Moze stretched out his hand and issued the first formal invitation since coming to this world: “Become my subordinate, Moonlight Moria!”
But to Moria, these words sounded more like a deeper humiliation than a recruitment.
“How far are you going to… fool me?” Moria’s teeth were chattering and his eyes were almost bleeding.
The images of Perona, Absalom, and Hogback lying on the ground flashed repeatedly in his mind, and each flash was like a hot iron pressing on his heart.
The rage in his chest mixed with the new strength almost burned his sanity to ashes.
“You bastard…” Moriah’s voice was as low as thunder rolling through the depths of the earth, and every syllable was filled with unspeakable hatred and determination. “Just… stop it!”
He suddenly raised his right hand, and without any verbal commands, his own shadow came to life and moved.
The shadow was no longer a flat, illusory projection, but suddenly peeled off from under his feet, rose, and expanded!
The pitch-black shadow twisted and deformed wildly, instantly transforming into countless disembodied black bats.
These shadow bats made no sound, but brought with them a heart-pounding sense of deathly silence and oppression, forming a huge and turbulent black torrent that swept towards Mose like a shield covering the sky and the sun.
Faced with this powerful attack that seemed to devour everything, Mo Ze did not even move an inch.
He even tilted his head slightly, with a bit of childish curiosity on his face. He had no intention of defending himself at all, and just let the dense shadow bats with resentful power completely wrap him up layer by layer.
“Shadow box!”
Moria let out a low roar and clenched his fists, veins bulging from the exertion.
The countless shadow bats that enveloped Moze stopped their frantic dancing in an instant. They squeezed, merged, compressed, and solidified each other, and their shapes changed rapidly.
In the blink of an eye, a huge black cube with a mirror-smooth surface and clear edges and corners was formed in mid-air.
This cube fits perfectly, completely imprisoning Moser inside, isolating him from light and sound, like an absolute cage.
Moria didn’t even look at the shadow box, but bent down to pick up the huge pair of scissors that had just been knocked onto the deck.
He clenched the cold metal handle again, and the muscles on his arms were knotted and veins were exposed.
He poured all his domineering aura into it without reservation. The black and red electric arc jumped and moved wildly on the surface of the scissors like a mad snake, making a crackling sound.
The powerful force even caused the scissors themselves to tremble slightly and emit a low hissing sound.
Inside the shadow box, there was pure darkness and silence, and not even the movement of air could be felt.
Moze looked around, his expression changing from curiosity to a hint of interest.
“Oh? Interesting. A completely isolated space?” He stretched out his fingers and casually knocked on the inner wall of the shadow box, making a dull “dong dong” sound, like knocking on thick metal.
“Well, the strength is pretty good. A little stronger than I expected.”
Outside, Moria had used up all his strength to raise high the huge pair of scissors wrapped in black and red electric light, and the sharp blades were pointing directly at the black cube suspended in the air.
There was a fire of determination burning in his eyes, a roar of will to risk all his dignity and protect his only remaining companion at all costs.
“Shadow…” He gasped heavily in his throat. Every word seemed to exhaust his strength. All the strength in his body was concentrated on the raised scissors. “Break!”
However, just as Moria was about to swing the scissors down—
“If it’s just this extent…” Moze’s voice suddenly rang out inside the shadow box, penetrating the thick shadow barrier and coming out clearly.
The voice was no longer playful and teasing, but full of absolute and unquestionable power. “This battle ends here.”
“But to show my respect for your will…” Moze’s voice suddenly rose, announcing the end, “Let me respond to your awakening with my strongest blow!”
His right fist slowly clenched.
A soul-stirring force of terror that far exceeded any previous attack began to accumulate wildly.
It’s not just momentum, but substantial energy that is condensing.
The space around the fist began to twist, wrinkle, and even collapse inward visibly, making teeth-grinding “crunch” and “crunch” sounds, as if the space itself was groaning and about to break.
The black shadow box, which had just taken shape and seemed indestructible, began to show countless fine cracks on its surface the moment this force began to gather.
Unable to hold out for even half a second, the power accumulated within suddenly exploded!
“boom–!”
The shadow box suddenly exploded like a bomb that was detonated from the inside. Countless broken shadow fragments shot in all directions and then dissipated in the air.
Moria’s pupils suddenly shrank. Through the exploding black shadow, he once again saw the unharmed figure and the arrogant smile on his face.
Moze’s right fist continued to grow larger in Moria’s eyes, and there seemed to be some invisible, space-shattering aftermath lingering on the fist.
“Ultra-Destruction Fist!”
This time, Moze did not hold back. In the pirate world, except for a very small number of squishy guys who could be killed by things like the Grand Staircase, most guys had ridiculously thick skin and tough flesh.
Besides, Moria has regained his spirit, and the strength of his domineering aura has reached a new level. It will no longer shatter at the slightest touch like it did just now.
It won’t kill you.
Well, I probably won’t die…
After all, he is one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, so he should have some ability to withstand blows.
perhaps?
Moria’s eyes went dark and the world fell into silence.