The person is wearing a straw hat, and starts with the power of words!

"From today onwards, this is your room."

The caregiver said something and then turned to leave, locking the door behind him.

Sima Di knew that although this room belonged to him, it was only for one day. Tomorrow, it might belong to the next patient who would have family members visiting.

He would return to that filthy house and lock himself in with his beloved, extremely violent roommate.

Look at all these scars on his body; most of them were done by his roommate.

Sima Di walked over and sat blankly on the bed, his eyes empty and lifeless.

How much longer will this kind of life last...?

He felt his reason was gradually being lost, and the boundaries between life and death were beginning to blur.

Perhaps, tomorrow, he will become the person he wants to be.

Suddenly, the door to the ward was opened.

Emperor Sima looked up at the newcomer.

The first person to come in was his attending physician.

He was a handsome middle-aged man who looked like a psychiatrist from the West. His deep blue eyes and short hair with a mix of black, white, and gray gave him a unique mature charm.

This doctor was not only handsome, but also had a gentle and refined manner. He seemed so convincing, trustworthy, and reassuring.

He won the favor of all the caregivers and nurses, as well as most of the patients, thanks to his appearance.

But Emperor Sima disliked him, even loathed and hated him.

That kind of hatred was so intense that even tearing him to pieces wouldn't be enough to vent or release it.

"Sima Di, your parents have come to see you."

The doctor stepped aside, making way for a middle-aged couple behind him.

They were an ordinary couple, with ordinary East Asian looks and ordinary working-class backgrounds... but that couldn't stop the years from leaving their mark on their faces.

"Emperor, Emperor."

The middle-aged woman called out his nickname, rushed over, and hugged him tightly.

Emperor Sima belatedly realized what was happening, and two streams of tears flowed down his face, his voice choked with emotion.

"Mom...Dad...I miss you so much..."

"Emperor, are you doing well? Are you cold? Are you hungry? How's the food? Is anyone bullying you here? Those doctors... haven't mistreated you, have they?" Sima's mother asked, cupping Sima Di's face in her hands.

Emperor Sima only saw the concern on his mother's face and the many new gray hairs that had grown out.

"No, it's nothing. I'm doing very well here. It's just that the doctor said my psychological trauma will take some time before I can go home to recuperate." Sima Di glanced at the doctor standing behind his parents, who was still looking at him with his usual smile.

That look in his eyes was like looking at his own child.

“Listen, Didi, after you get out this time, just rest at home.” Sima’s father stepped forward and placed his rough, warm hand on his head. “Your parents are not short of money, and you don’t need to rush to find a job. Even if we work until we’re sixty, we can still support you.”

"This kind of thing..."

Just as Emperor Sima was about to say something, he was interrupted.

“Ryoko is so lovely, and she has an unbelievable strength. She will definitely find the one she loves,” the doctor said.

Sima's mother and father glanced back at the doctor, smiled, and then focused their attention back on Emperor Sima.

However, Emperor Sima's gaze did not leave the doctor.

The doctor gently shook his head.

Sima Di clenched his fist.

-

Visiting patients at the mental hospital is a short time. Sima Di watched his mother and father leave with reluctance and assured them that he would be discharged soon.

However, he himself did not know when he arrived at this place, so how could he know when he would be able to leave?

The doctor walked up to Sima Di, knelt down, looked at him with his captivating sapphire blue eyes, his gaze full of affection, and his voice gentle.

"You can't escape from here. I finally found a child like you, how could I let you go so easily?"

The doctor held Sima Di's right hand tightly with both hands.

"Be good, listen to me. Don't make these pointless struggles, you can't escape. Unless you really like that fancy cemetery plot I arranged for your parents."

Sima Di finally loosened his clenched right hand, and the doctor took away the crumpled piece of paper lying in his palm.

The doctor opened it.

[I'm not crazy! I'm being held captive! Call the police! Help me!]

"Oh? That's not a very good word to describe imprisonment. I just wanted to help you. In your current state, you're far from being qualified for the tenth generation."

As the doctor spoke, he tore the paper strips into shreds and scattered them all over the floor.

Those scraps of paper, like snowflakes that refused to fall, struggled and swirled in the air, fighting against an unseen enemy, until finally, they were utterly defeated.

"I have read your works, and no one else can understand them, but I can."

"The ideas you conveyed in your writing are too similar to the god I want to create."

"Paranoiac and mad, yet rational and wise. Loves all living beings, yet likes to categorize them into noble and lowly, rich and poor. Knows the rules of the world intimately, ruthless and cold-blooded, yet still retains its own definition of kindness."

79. Only the whole truth can be revealed.

"And you are a treasure that can never go mad. Even when faced with the most difficult things, you will retain your own thoughts and reason. Your very existence is like a part of the God I created."

"But...why are you so disobedient? Why...why won't you initiate the next death game to better perfect our god? I personally chose you as the tenth generation, don't let me down..."

"If you continue like this, I will have no choice but to destroy you."

The doctor... or rather the butler, leaned close to Sima Di and gently placed a kiss on his forehead.

"Stay in this room for one night. I know you hate that roommate. But remember, don't try to commit suicide again, or your parents will go to hell with you."

Sima Di gripped his arm tightly, his body trembling uncontrollably.

That night, when the Straw Hat crew was looking for a place to stay, they discovered that two people were missing. When they asked if anyone had seen them, an innkeeper told them that he had seen two women heading towards the cemetery. Since no one goes to a cemetery at night, he had kept an eye out for them.

The Straw Hat crew arrived at the cemetery and asked the old man who was guarding it, only to be told that the two had long since left. Reluctantly, the Straw Hat crew had no choice but to leave and decide to look elsewhere.

"Where could they go?" Nami was completely baffled.

Then the Straw Hat crew made various guesses.

First, there was Sanji's theory of them being bandits, but that was quickly dismissed. Neither of them are as heartless as Luffy, and their combined bounty is over 100 million, so they can't be easily dealt with.

Luffy pouted, "What do you mean by not being as carefree as me..." But he was still holding dozens of skewers of roasted meat in his hand.

Nami punched Luffy without hesitation, saying, "That's what you call heartless!"

The second theory is that Usopp proposed that the two of them were taken away by ghosts... This idea was despised by everyone.

Third is Chopper's theory of falling into a dimensional void...

Nami yelled, "That's why I always tell you not to let Sima Di tell you those weird stories! They can easily corrupt children!"

The fourth one was proposed by Luffy...

"They must have fallen into a hole full of roasted meat! These guys, honestly, they have such a good thing and they don't even share it with me..."

Nami punched Luffy away.

Fifth... This time it's Zoro's turn.

“They might have gone to rob graves,” Sauron said.

“Zoro… don’t cause trouble now. How could they possibly be robbing a tomb? They…” Nami inadvertently caught sight of something strange, “They… Zoro, you’re so smart.”

All that could be seen were two people carrying large and small packages approaching from a distance, followed by a bear made of clouds (A-Yin), who was also carrying two cloth bags.

In addition, these cloth bags have one obvious thing in common... the exterior of the bags is covered with a lot of dust, as if they were just dug out of the ground.

Fearing that the crowd would shout, Emperor Sima gestured for them to be quiet before speaking.

"It's not convenient to talk here, let's find a hotel to stay in first."

Nami's eyes were shining with the light of Belial, and she nodded at a speed comparable to a money detector.

-

Sima Di's gains.

Several local specialties from different regions (the food items were all spoiled and expired), several letters from completely different places (most of them were from Dressrosa), and more...

Emperor Sima looked at the pile of gleaming gold treasures.

Why did he bury these things...?

Nami gave Sima Di a bear hug, exclaiming, "I absolutely love you, Sima Di!"

"No! Don't love me yet, these things aren't mine." Sima Di hurriedly tied the package containing the treasure. "You can divide up the local specialties. Don't read the letters, those are personal belongings."

"What about the treasure?" Nami clung tightly to the treasure package, her eyes gleaming with a pitiful look.

"I can accept the local specialties, but not the treasure. I'm going to return it..."