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

"Where else are we going?" Nami pounced on the treasure package like an octopus that had spotted its prey.

"It's still... but it's absolutely not allowed!" The tug-of-war between Sima Di and Nami.

"Sima Di, think about Luffy who's starving and Zoro who's always clamoring for alcohol. Don't you, as the first mate, think about them at all?"

"Luffy is already an adult! Zoro drinks alcohol, he's not a baby! Let go!"

"Sima Di... please think of Meili lying on her sickbed, she still needs a large sum of money to repair her..." Nami wiped away non-existent tears from the corners of her eyes.

80 What cosplay?

"So Traman is your son?" Luffy nodded seriously.

Sima Di casually tossed aside the expired pastries beside him. The pastries, having been expired for so long, were as hard as rocks, and when they hit Luffy on the head, they gave him a big bump.

Nami thought of the wanted poster hanging behind Sima Di's door and smiled maliciously at him. However, Nami's thoughts weren't as deep as Robin's; she simply thought it was a wonderful fate.

The Straw Hat crew then stayed there for another day. Besides Luffy and the others indulging in a feast, they also purchased other medicinal herbs for Sima Di.

The medicine is divided into oral and topical applications, and it takes about a week to recover.

To Sima Di's surprise, Chopper improved the prescription shortly after obtaining it, greatly shortening the treatment time.

There are... three days left until Emperor Sima regains his sight!

He should have known that arranging for him to meet his parents was not as simple as he imagined.

This is a threat; using their parents' lives to threaten themselves into not committing suicide.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it..."

Sima Di's expression was ferocious and terrifying, his eyes filled with hatred as he stared intently at the scattered pieces of paper on the ground. His arms were already covered in blood from his clawing.

Suddenly, he jumped up, turned around, and kicked the bed over.

"Belial! Damn it! Why did you choose me! What did I ever do to offend you! Can't you just leave me alone?"

"Taranz! Nishikamo! Lucas... they are all serial killers with countless crimes on their hands, while I am just someone who shot a prostitute, and in your game no less! Aside from those nonsensical works! What is it about me that makes you value me so much!"

"If you want to continue the game, you can go find those lunatics! Murders happen all the time in this world! There are plenty of cruel and perverted ones! Antisocial personalities are everywhere! Why are you so fixated on me?"

Sima Di recklessly destroyed everything in the room that he could.

It wasn't until the people on the monitor saw the madman go berserk again, until a caregiver rushed into the room to stop him from going crazy, until someone forcefully shoved a tranquilizer into Sima Di's neck.

"I'm just... I'm just an ordinary person... Can't you just leave me alone...?"

Sima Di released his blood-soaked hands, letting them hang limply at his sides, tears streaming down his face, and then... fell into a coma.

When Sima Di woke up again, he was back in the room that made him feel stuffy and nauseous.

Through the gaps in the window bars, Sima Di could tell that it was already night, with a sky full of stars but no moon in sight.

He looked towards the ward, but the self-harming, violent lunatic was gone. He turned back and found the room in a mess.

It's obvious that his dear roommate has gone mad, just like him, or maybe even more so. Right now, the roommate should be in the observation room.

He thought he could finally have some peace and quiet for a day or two.

At least you won't have to worry about a madman standing at your bedside, ready to bite your carotid artery at any moment, while you're sleeping.

That time... Emperor Sima almost got the relief he wanted.

Sima Di got up and walked to the table.

This was something he asked Belial to send him when he wanted to write something.

Sima Di picked up the pile of blood-stained manuscripts and tried his best to pick out the parts that could still be used.

Half of this blood belonged to my dear roommate, and the other half to myself.

As he continued to choose, Emperor Sima grew tired of it.

What exactly is his purpose in writing all this?! Is it just for that damn game?! Even if it might change the nature of the game, the chances are pitifully small! And if this plan goes wrong during execution, it can only lead to another, even more terrible outcome!

He absolutely refuses! He doesn't want this kind of thing to be used by anyone again!

"Belial, the more you want something, the more I will prevent you from having it."

Sima Di went berserk and tore up all the documents. This work, which was not even half finished, was completely reduced to scraps of paper.

never!

"Emperor Sima..."

Suddenly a voice called out.

Sima Di suddenly turned his head and looked over, his eyes red like a ferocious beast ready to hunt at any moment.

However, when he saw the other person, Sima Di froze on the spot.

He stood not far from me, as if he had suddenly appeared.

"How did you get here!" Sima Di took a step back warily.

"You...can see me?" The other person looked incredulous.

"Uh...is your madness just that you think you're invisible? Well...okay, okay, I can't see you. Now get out of here. Is Belial really sure I'll run away? You didn't even close the door?"

As he spoke, Sima Di walked towards the door, preparing to open it and let this guy who thought he was invisible leave. However, just as Sima Di pushed open the door, his expression changed.

Because this door simply cannot be pushed open.

"Hey... what exactly did you come here from?" Sima Di stared wide-eyed at the uninvited guest.

"Who...am I?" the other person asked, pointing at themselves, looking somewhat dazed.

"Huh? Are you out of your mind? Hmm... wait, no wonder you look familiar. You... are you a cosplayer? Cosplaying as..." Sima Di racked his brains for the name, "Oh, right. Trafalgar Law from One Piece! I must say, your cosplay is quite accurate, and even pretty cool, but unfortunately, you're a madman. But no matter how you sneaked into this room, you'd better disappear from my sight within two seconds! I'm a mentally ill person with violent tendencies; even if I kill you, I won't face any punishment!"

Sima Di's eyes were filled with contempt.

Look at this guy, he's dressed up quite well, but he's a pathetic fellow with delusions.

"What Cospyer?" He was taken aback, as if he didn't understand Sima Di's words.

"Don't play dumb with me! Neither of us are from the 60s generation, so stop pretending to be old-fashioned! Trafalgar Law, I'm giving you three more seconds to get out of here like you rolled into this room! Otherwise, I'll have the three admirals of the Navy deal with you!"

Sima Di instinctively wanted to grab something to defend himself, but then realized he was in a mental hospital, where there wasn't even anything to commit suicide with, let alone any means of self-defense. Perhaps the "ghost wailing" the cosplayer was holding was just a rubber toy.

81. We must get those things back!

Luo's face showed a look of both laughter and tears; it seemed he really thought he was crazy.

“Sima Di! Listen! I’m not lying to you! And it’s not some kind of delusion! I know you’re being held captive here by the Spade people, and you have no desire to hold any death games,” Luo Quanli explained.

"What..." Sima Di's pupils contracted, his guarded attitude softening slightly. "You... believe I'm not talking nonsense?"

"I know, I know everything. Don't be afraid anymore, okay? I'll take you away from here..."

"Take me away from here..."

Emperor Sima is currently in a state of inner turmoil.

He could see the heartache in that person's eyes, but he wasn't sure if the person in front of him was just a simple madman or if he really knew something.

Sometimes, madmen are better actors than normal people.

Because in the minds of normal people, they are acting. 14 But in the minds of madmen, it is all real.

Luo also sensed Sima Di's distrust, so he placed the Ghost Cry on the ground to indicate that he posed no threat.

Sima Di could hear the crisp sound the knife made when it hit the ground. It wasn't a rubber toy, but a real iron object.

He picked up the Ghost Cry and drew his knife, its blade cold and gleaming.

"Is this a real weapon?"

“Yes. It’s real. Its name is Ghost Cry, and it’s been with us for many years.” Luo paused, then said, “I know you don’t believe it yet, but I know about the seventh generation of King Machinaga and Orta, the eighth generation of the virus source Evelyn, the ninth generation of the wine-red gentleman Lu Hai… and you, the tenth generation of Heart Sima Di. My pirate crew initially thought of using the name Sima Di, but my navigator stopped me because he said no one uses a person’s name, so I had to compromise and use your name—the Heart Pirates.”

Two days later.

The Straw Hat crew arrived at Water Seven and docked the Going Merry on the back shore.

Luffy, Nami, and Usopp took the treasure with them, intending to exchange it for Berries.

Robin and Chopper also went out for a trip.

Seeing that none of the ladies were on the ship, Sanji decided to disembark and see what ingredients were available.

Zoro stayed behind to guard the ship.

Hmm? Wait a minute. He doesn't seem to remember Sima Di disembarking.

Zoro went into the cabin, searched around, and finally found Sima Di hiding in the forward gun emplacement, muttering to himself and acting suspiciously.

Hey! What are you doing?!

Sima Di trembled in fright, "No, I didn't do anything, haha..."

"Aren't you going to go down and take a look around? I can keep watch on the ship by myself," Zoro said.

"Really! Then the weight..."

"You can't take it down. It's just sightseeing, not war."