I am the Bandit King of the East Sea.

Although he was a contemporary of Rocks and perhaps even more senior than Whitebeard, Sigurd still looked young, with no signs of age on his face.

“Mr. Sieg, do you have any ideas?” Marco couldn’t help but ask.

"Yes, Mr. Sig, surely you have a way?" Ace approached Sig, holding up his large, meaty stick, his expression earnest.

As Ace approached, the aroma of meat wafted to Sieg's nose. He suddenly felt a churning in his stomach, gagged on the spot, and his face turned pale.

"Don't come near me with that big piece of meat, it's disgusting to look at."

Sigurd frowned, and an invisible telekinetic force pushed Ace away.

Although he had rested overnight, Sieg was still not in good condition.

He's not Luffy, after all. He gets nauseous from eating too much of any kind of food, including sticks, and is now showing signs of severe anorexia, with no desire to eat at all.

Anorexia is one aspect, but there is another aspect as well.

Sieg held out his palm to his eyes and looked at it quietly.

Even now, his palm still occasionally throbs, a lingering effect of the repeated physical trauma and fractures he suffered after catching the Heavenly King.

Sigurd used his powerful telekinesis to examine every inch of his flesh and blood. The wound had healed, but the occasional throbbing pain persisted... This must be psychological trauma, which could only be healed by time.

However, at least his life was not in danger, while Whitebeard's condition was much worse.

"It's not that there's absolutely no way out."

“Whitebeard, you’ve gotten old,” Sieg said, glancing sideways at Roger, who was drinking and singing beside him.

"Would you like to pull yourself together like Roger and get your spirits up?"

Whitebeard was taken aback.

He originally wanted to say that he had lived enough, that he had a happy family, and that his sons were all alive.

However, after the Marineford War, he suffered from a serious illness and lost his former strength, inevitably feeling a sense of loneliness.

“Who doesn’t want to stay young forever?” he said softly.

“That’s true.” Sieg nodded.

"Then let's invite technician number one, Mr. Xiong, over first."

A moment later, Tyrant Kuma from the Revolutionary Army was brought over by Sieg and appeared on the Moby Dick.

"Mr. Sig, you wanted to see me?" Tyrant Bear closed the Bible in his hand and turned to look at Sig.

After ceasing to be a Shichibukai, Kuma also relinquished the title of "Tyrant".

His expression was no longer as cold as before; he seemed much more relaxed and at ease.

Despite its imposing and imposing physique, it exudes a gentle sense of security, more like a Siberian hamster than a ferocious beast like a bear, making you want to touch its paw pads.

“Bear, I need your help,” Sig said.

"Use your Paw-Paw Fruit to unleash the Healing Bomb and get Whitebeard's physical condition back in order before you start the surgery on him."

"It was nothing," Xiong nodded.

He strode toward the white-bearded man, took off his white gloves, revealing a pair of bear paws with fleshy balls.

He gently patted the white-bearded man's shoulder, and a bright red bear paw bubble slowly emerged from the white-bearded man's back, quickly expanding to the size of almost half the Moby Dick ship, floating quietly in the air.

"How amazing..." Whitebeard suddenly perked up. He tried clenching his fists and felt as if he had slept soundly until dawn. All his fatigue was gone, and even his injuries were gone.

"I am a flesh-ball person who ate the flesh-ball fruit." The bear began its routine self-explanation:

"The Paw-Paw Fruit's ability allows one to deflect air and achieve near-instantaneous high-speed movement."

"It can also deflect intangible, conceptual things, such as the Yin Healing Bomb, which can deflect accumulated fatigue and pain, allowing people to recover to their best condition."

"What an amazing ability, it's practically cheating," Whitebeard exclaimed.

"Is it really that amazing? I want one too." Roger, Marco, and the others nearby also came over, indicating that they wanted to join in the fun.

The bear did not refuse, and gently patted Roger and the others on the shoulder, and a brand new bright red bear paw bubble was born again.

However, compared to Whitebeard, Roger's paw-shaped bubble was only the size of a person, and his injuries were not as severe.

"It's so much smaller? I don't believe it." Roger glared, comparing himself to Whitebeard in a strange way.

More and more people gathered here, and Sabo, the Queen of the Ivankov, Veben, and others also arrived.

After hearing that bears could remove fatigue and pain, everyone wanted to try it.

Bear did not refuse; he clapped repeatedly to relieve Sabo and the others' fatigue, proving that the title of "tyrant" was undeserved for him.

Suddenly, bear paw-shaped bubbles began to rise above the deck, like floating, translucent, pale red balloons.

These bubbles vary in size; those with minor injuries are about the size of a head, while the larger ones are about the size of a person. Most people fall within this size range.

The more severe the injury and the more accumulated fatigue and pain a person has, the larger the bubble will be.

During the battle, Viburn used a small Hades cannon to completely drain her strength; her bubble was about half the size of a house, which was quite astonishing.

Fire Fist Ace suffered one of the more serious injuries. As a key figure, he received special care from the admirals. Moreover, before the war, he had spent a long time in prison. His bubble was the size of an ordinary house, which looked quite astonishing.

But compared to the white-bearded bubble, it was still seven or eight times smaller.

Apart from Ace, everyone else's bubbles were much smaller, not to mention compared to Whitebeard's.

"So, Dad suffered all that pain all by himself?" Marco and the others felt even more worried.

“These are things that we, as sons, should have borne.”

During the Marineford War, because Blackbeard knew Whitebeard inside and out and knew that he was in poor health, he was the first to break the deadlock, making Whitebeard the target of the Navy and regarded as the breakthrough point of the war. Whitebeard suffered the most severe beating while seriously ill, which was equivalent to having seven or eight layers of debuffs stacked on him.

The bubble of whitebeard contained the torment of illness before the battle and the siege by the admirals during the war; he had truly struggled on the verge of death. This was on a completely different level from the pain and exhaustion endured by others, including Ace.

Seeing these bubbles, Marco and the others finally understood Whitebeard's pain.

"Make me a greatsword too, Big Bear Technician," Sig said.

“Mr. Sig, don’t give me weird nicknames.” Bear walked over and gently patted Sig on the shoulder, as a new healing bomb was released from his back.

As the healing bomb gradually took shape, Sieg also miraculously felt his condition rapidly improving.

The throbbing pain in my body disappeared, and I felt refreshed and invigorated. It was like years of accumulated constipation had been completely relieved, and I felt much lighter and more relaxed.

"What an amazing ability! It's practically cheating," Sieg thought to himself, marveling.

"With that kind of ability, she could easily become the top masseuse at a massage parlor."

As he was lost in thought, he noticed that the arguing around him had suddenly subsided considerably.

Including Xiong, Weiben and the others all looked behind Sig and fell silent.

“It’s done,” Xiong said softly, then reached out and gently patted Sig’s shoulder one last time.

“Mr. Sig, it seems you’ve suffered.”

Sieg paused, then turned around to look.

Above the Moby Dick, dozens or even hundreds of bear paw-shaped bubbles of varying sizes floated. These bubbles were translucent with a pale pink surface, resembling floating balloons.

These bubbles vary in size. Whitebeard's bubble is almost half the size of the Moby Dick, and it is a bright blood red color. In terms of volume, it is larger than dozens of other bubbles combined.

Sig's bubble was about the same size as Whitebeard's bubble, and even slightly larger. Its color was a deep, dark red, almost black, like thick, viscous blood, which was unsettling to look at.

Sieg paused for a moment before speaking with a faint self-deprecating tone:

"Is my constipation worse than that of the white-bearded man?"

No one responded, and the atmosphere suddenly became heavy.

"Sig seemed to be taking the war lightly, but it seems his injuries are actually quite severe..." Roger suddenly recalled Sig's sickly appearance before his execution:

"Perhaps it wasn't a pretense; was he being tortured by the prison guards?" Roger frowned.

In the crowd, Stussy silently watched Sieg's back.

She did not participate in the war, but arrived at the last moment, intending to pull Sigurd along and use the Door-Door Fruit's power to seek refuge.

But only she had briefly experienced the scorching heat of Uranus, the Heavenly King, thousands of meters in the air, a heatwave that seemed capable of instantly melting a person, when the portal opened...

"The power of the Heavenly King is beyond the reach of mortals; how easy is it to confront him head-on? Perhaps only by using the power of a Devil Fruit like the Door-Door Fruit can we find a way to escape unscathed," Stussy thought to himself.

"It seems that those few seconds when he deflected the Heavenly King's attack were much more agonizing than he had previously described."

"So, is this another lie you told to convince me? Just like the time you tricked me into eating the Door-Door Fruit." Stussy remained silent.

puff.

A soft sound broke the silence.

A dark bomb in the sky was blown by the wind and landed on the sail, shattering into pieces.

"Bear, don't just stand there! Don't waste these healing bombs!" Sig reminded him.

"These bubbles are incredibly powerful bombs."

With a flash, a bottle appeared in Sieg's hand. He stretched out his hand, and a suction force was generated, pulling a small Yin Healing Bomb into the bottle.

"That makes sense," Xiong also realized.

Numerous bubbles gathered again, and Xiong clapped his hands repeatedly, compressing the volume of these Yin Healing Bombs. Together with Sig, they stuffed the Yin Healing Bombs into the wine bottle.

These healing bombs are quite tough, but they are unstable after being compressed. The bear's abilities allow these healing bombs to last for several days.

After compressing the bubbles, which were as big as half a ship of Whitebeard's boat, into the bottle, Kuma was exhausted and had no strength left.

At this point, almost all the bubbles in the sky had been cleared, leaving only one siege bubble.

The bear looked up at the bubble, its face showing distress.

"Since you don't want it, then I'll take it."

With this healing bomb, Sieg can make others feel pain.

Sig stretched out his hand towards the bear paw bubble in the sky, and invisible psychic power pressed down from all directions, causing the dark red bubble to slowly shrink before finally being placed into the bottle by Sig.

Since Sigurd's telekinetic abilities are not as powerful as Kuma's, who can more easily compress the size of the bubble, his bubble is less stable and difficult to maintain for a long time.

With a flick of his wrist, Sieg placed the bottle into his inventory.

As we all know, food in the game inventory never expires and remains as it was before it was placed in the inventory. Therefore, the shelf life of the Yin Healing Bomb is also permanent, and you can use it whenever you want.

Unlike last time, when he needed Perona and Sig's help to make the Negative Sparkling Wine, this time, he relied entirely on Kuma's abilities to create the Healing Bomb.