I am the Bandit King of the East Sea.

Is that really the case?

"Is it just a nickname for the cat? Then it's fine."

Everyone's interest immediately vanished.

Even those who were still somewhat skeptical would naturally refrain from asking further questions in front of Sig the Shadow Clone.

Sig is not completely dead yet.

“What do I want…” Sig smacked his lips and took a sip of his drink.

"This cola doesn't taste right. Is it because it wasn't chilled?"

"Then let's change it." The shadow clone Sig appeared in front of Sig at the speed of light and replaced the drink in Sig's hand with a real cola.

"What were we talking about again? What do I want?"

Sieg took small sips of his cola and said slowly:

"Oh, right..."

"I'd like to have some iced cola."

"..." Sabo was speechless for a moment. To be honest, he was a little disillusioned.

It seems that Sieg drank too much, and he suddenly transitioned from the drinking and having fun phase to the drunken rambling phase.

But Sieg ignored Sabo in front of him and continued speaking to himself:

"I want to sleep with a 36D. I want to put a one-click Coke button on the ship so that someone can immediately deliver an ice-cold Coke."

"I want to fly to the sky and stay on the clouds forever. I want to do nothing all weekend and just sit in a daze. I want to live a peaceful and monotonous life. I want to travel around the world. I want someone to understand me and stop misunderstanding me. I want to live another five hundred years. I want to witness the future and climb to the stars and the sea. I want to experience the metaverse. I want to know the truth about everything in the universe. I want to live on. I want thousands of mansions to be spacious and remote, so that all the poor and needy can be happy. I want a world of great harmony, where everyone can be like a dragon."

Sieg, holding a wine glass in one hand, sat on the chair and slowly closed his eyes.

He seems to be asleep.

The facial expression is no longer tense, and the brows are no longer furrowed, but rather a peaceful, relaxed, and serene expression.

He slept peacefully, but a hint of fatigue was still visible.

The once noisy banquet quieted down at some point.

Their gazes fell on Sieg's sleeping face, their expressions varying.

The words that came out of Sieg were neither Sabo's initial expectations nor the response that others had hoped for.

His wishes, his ideals, and the things he desires are not all grand; some are insignificant, and some are even amusing, a far cry from his past resounding pronouncements.

The bald man was taking notes, but he stopped at some point, holding his pen and standing there in a daze, with a strange expression on his face.

Roger and Whitebeard exchanged a glance, slightly taken aback, but then smiled at each other.

Sabo stood there, holding his wine glass, stunned for a few seconds before he came to his senses.

He walked back to his table, looking somewhat bewildered.

"How are you? Disillusioned?" Dragon patted Sabo on the shoulder and asked in a low voice:

"Does it feel like Mr. Sig's persona has collapsed?"

"No, it's just that it surprised me." Sabo raised his glass to his lips and took a small sip.

"Mr. Sig now reminds me of a... person."

"A living person."

"What? In your eyes, wasn't he a person before?" Long asked in surprise.

“That’s not how it is,” Sabo shook his head.

More than a decade ago, he and Ace and the others did not spend a very long time with Sig, only a brief time together in the Goa Kingdom of the East Blue.

Later, Sieg's troubles grew bigger and bigger, and his involvement with the Revolutionary Army deepened.

As he grew up, he heard about Sieg's words and deeds from newspapers and from the mouths of revolutionary soldiers, and he heard about the meaning behind the things he had done back then.

The Sig that the Goa Kingdom first met was different from the Sig that the other people spoke of.

Sabo carefully considered his words and said:

“I met Mr. Sieg briefly when I was a child.”

"But to be precise, I learned about Mr. Sieg from word of mouth among the revolutionary soldiers."

"But he was like an idol on a pedestal, surrounded by a halo."

"But now I see... he is also a mortal living in this world."

"Just like us."

An ordinary person, a living, breathing human being.

The dragon remained silent.

He turned his gaze to the face of the person who had fallen into a deep sleep on the chair.

Also watching him were Baldy, Roger, Whitebeard, and others.

In everyone's eyes, Sieg has their own image, and they can find common ground with each other.

In the dragon's eyes, Sieg is just like him, a fellow traveler walking behind the curtain of the times, trying to overthrow the old order.

In the eyes of the Golden Lion, Sieg is just like him—a ruthless, decisive, and ambitious hero.

In Whitebeard's eyes, Higuma was just like him, an anomaly among pirates, an old father who was always thinking about his family.

In Roger's eyes, Sieg was just like him, a hermit who had seen it all and wanted to retire and live a peaceful life.

In Vegapunk's eyes, Sieg, like him, was a time traveler trying to reverse the course of history.

Sig in the bald man's eyes, Sig in Zephyr's eyes...

One person, a thousand faces; everyone sees Sig differently.

It's like the blind men touching an elephant. Some touched the elephant's body and thought it was as flat and wide as a wall; some touched the elephant's legs and thought it was as long and thick as a tree trunk; some touched the elephant's trunk and thought it was as thick as a water pipe.

The blind men and the elephant analogy illustrates that each person sees only a partial, incomplete picture, just one aspect of Siegel's work, but also reflects their own individual perceptions and imaginations.

It was like seeing a mirror.

What they see in the mirror, the image they see in the mirror, is perhaps their own desires and imagination.

And now.....

They saw a mortal, a living, breathing mortal just like themselves.

A mortal who has traversed time and space, from the era of Locus decades ago to the present day, from a parallel world in another dimension to this world, and has traveled a long journey to the present day.

He has his own selfish desires, his own petty thoughts, some grand aspirations and some small ones. He is not as lofty, radiant, and far-sighted as Baldy and his ilk imagine.

The man who was fast asleep in the chair at that moment had no aura about him.

Stussy walked toward the sleeping figure in the chair and draped a thin shirt over his shoulders.

The bald man snapped his hand shut on the small notebook he'd been holding. He and a few bandits jogged over, parting the crowd at the banquet to make way for them.

"He must be tired. Let him go back and rest, and get some sleep."

The bandits helped the sleeping Sig away and gradually walked away.

Sig, the shadow clone, silently watched all of this from the crowd.

What is it like to watch yourself get drunk from a third-person perspective?

Because of his intoxication, the shadow clone Sig is temporarily out of sync. Only after Sig regains consciousness will the memory of this unique experience enter his mind and be replayed.

Like everyone else.

It seemed as if he saw a mirror as well.

Chapter 1256 Time Travel Group 7000

"You're awake?" Stussy's voice came from beside me.

The next day, when Sieg opened his eyes, he felt as if his head was about to split open; the hangover was quite painful.

At the same time, the shadow clone Sig disappeared with a "poof," and the memories returned to Sig's mind.

And in his mind, there was also a memory of himself after getting drunk, seen from a third-person perspective.

"So this is what it's like when you're drunk."

Sieg got out of bed and saw Stusi walking over with a bowl of soup.

"Sig, it's time for your medicine."

Sig paused, then immediately became alert: "...What medicine?"

“A hangover cure, made by Crocus, to relieve the discomfort of a hangover,” Stussy said softly.

"...No need."

Sieg didn't drink the medicine; instead, he closed his eyes.

A powerful surge of telekinesis swept across his entire body, and the Life Return technique was quietly activated.

Life return is a powerful ability; one can control the body through personal willpower, achieving changes in body shape, rapid digestion, and even using hair, which lacks muscle and nerve cells, as arms.

Therefore, for a strong person who is proficient in life restoration, eliminating alcohol from the body is naturally not a problem, so they generally do not get drunk.

There's really only one reason someone gets drunk: they want to get drunk.

Stussy was also an expert in life restoration. When she saw that Sieg refused, she didn't say anything, but simply placed the hangover soup aside and waited quietly.

After a long while, Sieg finally opened his eyes again.

At this moment, his demeanor had subtly changed; he was no longer the disheveled figure from his previous hangover, but had returned to his usual composure.

His face showed no particular expression, yet he exuded a calm and composed demeanor, and seemed to possess an unfathomable and unfathomable quality, creating a sense of distance that inspired awe and fear.

Stussy stretched out his palm and placed it flat on Sieg's chest.

The heart is beating inside the chest cavity.

“.....What are you doing?” Sig’s eyes twitched.