I am the Bandit King of the East Sea.

Inside the palace, the Golden Emperor and the Don Quixote family officials were having a pleasant conversation.

But after several days, the cadres found nothing.

The officers didn't learn anything from Doflamingo; they were all arrogant, with different personalities and flaws.

Before the shrewd and cunning Tesoro, who rose from slavery to become the Golden Emperor, they were basically completely manipulated by him.

They seemed to be having a pleasant conversation and working together happily, but in reality, it was just an empty promise.

Tezzolo was merely using the surface to attract the attention of the Don Quixote family.

The real operation was launched by the revolutionary army that arrived with Tesoro.

“There’s something wrong with this country. It may seem like a beautiful and prosperous place, but something just doesn’t feel right.”

After secretly visiting many places, Long came to this conclusion.

The revolutionary Dragon is regarded by the World Government as the "world's most dangerous criminal," even more dangerous than the Four Emperors, and this reputation is well-deserved.

The revolutionary army has overthrown dozens of countries to date; he is an experienced pragmatist, not a theorist.

Several days later.

Lung, along with Kella and the others, knocked on the door of a house in a slum.

The door was pushed open, and inside was an old man. He was strong and muscular, but he was quite old. His hair was gray, and he looked at Long, who had knocked on the door, with some confusion.

"Grandpa, I'm a traveling historian." Long smiled, glancing discreetly into the room out of the corner of his eye.

The old man's house was simply furnished, indicating that he was living a relatively frugal but not poor life.

So he naturally took out a wad of cash from his pocket and stuffed it into the old man's hand.

"I'm quite interested in the history of various countries around the world. Could you tell me about this country's past?"

"You don't look like a historian." A wary glint flashed in the old man's eyes. He instinctively wanted to close the door, but the dragon had given him far too much...

"Ask away," the old man said.

"How about this," Long suggested.

"I've only heard part of the history of this country from hearsay. Let me tell you about it first, and if I'm wrong anywhere, please point it out, sir."

Before the old man could nod, Long began to speak on his own:

"For hundreds of years, this country has been ruled by the Liku royal family."

"Ten years ago, the king at the time practiced so-called benevolent governance, but the country was quite poor. One day, King Riku, who was in charge of the country, suddenly borrowed a huge sum of billions of Berries from the people and led his subordinates to set fires and kill many people."

"It was only thanks to Doflamingo's occasional arrival here that the rule of the Riku Dynasty was overthrown, and Doflamingo became the new king of this place."

"Over the past decade, under Doflamingo's rule, this country has gradually prospered—"

"Enough." The old man's gaze turned cold, filled with anger.

"Are you one of Doflamingo's men, here specifically to mock me, this incompetent and tyrannical former king?"

He clenched his fist, but didn't throw it; instead, he slammed the door shut.

Long remained standing outside the door, motionless, and continued reciting:

"A powerful pirate extorted billions from a poor king. The impoverished king, heeding the pirate's advice, borrowed money from his people, resulting in the loss of popular support and the pirate seizing the kingdom..."

"King Riku, what have you been doing for the past ten years?"

"Why would someone so old, living in anonymity and still fighting in the arena as a gladiator, do so for what purpose?"

After a long silence, a deep voice came from inside the room.

“Of course, it’s revenge,” King Riku said in a low voice from inside the house.

"And after revenge? To reclaim the throne?" the dragon asked again.

Silence fell again inside the door.

"I don't know who you are, or what your purpose is..." King Riku remained highly wary.

He realized that Dragon and the others were not Doflamingo's subordinates, but they were not enemies he could deal with either.

"...Let's go." The dragon remained in place for a long time, and seeing that King Riku had no intention of communicating, it left.

"King Riku can't save this country," Dragon said to Koala and the others as they walked.

"Back then, he was a bit absurd. As the king, he was so naive as to believe Doflamingo's promises that he was easily overthrown and Doflamingo gained the people's love, while he lost all popular support."

"He may have good intentions and kindness, but as a king, kindness alone is not enough."

Those following Dragon included not only young revolutionaries like Koala, but also Tesoro's subordinates.

His words and actions would be seen by Tesoro's spies and reported to Tesoro... This was an agreement reached by both parties.

But these words weren't just spoken to Tesoro; Dragon had also been trying to teach young people like Kelra by example.

After all, young people are the future.

After several days of investigation, Dragon had gathered information about King Riku. He originally wanted to try to communicate with him, but after getting close to King Riku, he was somewhat disappointed and gave up his original intention.

"Chief, there's still something I don't understand," Kerla asked.

“Over the past few days, we have been making visits and at the same time secretly instilling revolutionary beliefs in the people.”

"But relying solely on the power of the people, even if it takes several years, it may not be possible to overthrow the regime."

"But with you here, with the Revolutionary Army's current strength, and with Doflamingo dead, we have a very high chance of winning a blitzkrieg attack on Dressrosa Palace."

"This is the simplest and least damaging way to end the suffering of the people of Dressrosa immediately, so why not do it?"

The dragon gave Kella a deep look and sighed softly.

Despite constant instruction and example, there were still young people like Kerla in the revolutionary ranks who harbored illusions.

"Kera, kindness is a precious quality in this chaotic world," the dragon said calmly.

"I know you're making this suggestion because you're eager to overthrow the Don Quixote family's rule..."

"But what happens after the rule is overthrown?" the dragon asked.

"With our power, we could certainly overthrow the Don Quixote family's rule directly, but once we leave, everything will start over. We've made that mistake before."

"In this chaotic world where pirates are rampant, if one Doflamingo dies, there will be a second and a third."

"Even if King Riku regains his throne, how long can he withstand the tide of pirates?"

"Awakening the people's will to fight and sowing the seeds of resistance against tyranny...this is what our revolutionary army has always been doing."

“I…I understand.” Kera nodded, remaining silent.

Looking at Kelra and the young revolutionary soldiers around him, a sense of bewilderment flashed through Long's mind.

He had been spreading the seeds of revolution, but he himself was in a predicament and always felt that something was still lacking.

Some of the questions Kella asked these young people were ones he had answered many times before, and some he thought were a little naive, but the questions kept coming.

...........

In the hazy mist, the giant ship Dushan smashed through a wave three or four meters high and moved forward steadily.

In the training ground on the island, two identical Sigs sat quietly on the ground with their eyes closed.

The shadow clone Sig's body swelled up like a balloon, with a bulge appearing on one side and a larger section on the other.

This time, when Sigurd created a shadow clone, he was truly imitating Naruto, using the shadow clone to create two versions of himself, seriously carrying out the training of returning life.

After all, the exploration of life return by the sun bear has not yet reached its limit.

"Boss Sig, we're almost in Dressrosa. What do we do next?" A familiar bald man emerged from the mist.

"Have we arrived?" Sig opened his eyes, and his shadow clone vanished in a puff of smoke.

“Then let’s go with F2A,” Sieg said.

Chapter 1168 The Devil Is Real (4k)

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Chapter 1169 The Great Villain (4k)

"It's all Doflamingo's fault!" Sigurd thought angrily.

“I’m a perfectly normal person, but I’ve been given a strange title.”

Just as he was about to put away the hypnosis device, a noisy sound gradually approached.

"I see... Sieg really is a manipulative demon; Old G is practically soulless in his hands..."

"No mistake, that's the ability to deceive people's minds..."

Witnessing the "heroic battle" of Old G, a member of the Don Quixote family, the royal army and the people were also filled with righteous indignation.

In his paper-drawn martial form, Sieg, who was over three meters tall, had a broad chest and seemed to exhale steam with every breath. Under the sunlight, he looked like a steel behemoth, holding a cannon with human legs in his hand and standing on the deep pit of Old G. He did indeed look like a demon, powerful and terrifying.

"It's a bit troublesome."

Sig glanced at the soldiers and civilians around him.

In his eyes, these people were just a rabble, not only lacking a leader but also not being very numerous. Such a group could not compare with the bandits who had fought in the Battle of the Summit, and in a real fight, they would only suffer heavy casualties.

Sig raised his chin slightly, and at that moment, his invisible Conqueror's Haki was revealed once again.

An invisible aura stirred up a visible shockwave, swirling dust and sweeping away. A howling wind swept by, and the civilians and soldiers holding weapons bowed their heads like wheat fields after wheat fields in a storm.

Thump, thump.

In the blink of an eye, there were people lying all over the ground.

"I thought I'd be greeted with a warm welcome..." Sig took a step forward, preparing to continue heading towards the palace, when a figure appeared before him.

He was a tall, robust man with a blue cloak draped over his back, holding a standard straight-bladed longsword in his hand—a simple and common arena gladiator outfit. Notably, he wore a full-face metal helmet that completely obscured his face, leaving only a faint, sharp gaze fixed on Sieg's features.

"King Riku?" Even though he was wearing a helmet, Sig still recognized him.

So far, the Kingdom of Dressrosa has not put up any decent resistance; none of the Donquixote Family executives have shown up, and even Old G was forced to fight at the beginning.

The only one to step forward was the old king from the previous generation.