I am the Bandit King of the East Sea.

If they really encounter an enemy, with Raab's tonnage, he could easily unleash a million-ton attack, a million-ton water play, a million-ton breathing attack, a million-ton whimpering attack, and who could withstand that?

"Let Laboon come with us? That's too dangerous! That's the Grand Line."

Crocus frowned, like an old father trying to protect Laboon.

"It's alright, we're here to keep an eye on things... Besides, it would be much more dangerous for Laboon to be left alone in a place like Twin Capes."

"Twin Capes is the entrance to the Grand Line, a gathering place for pirates from all over the world. It's not uncommon for a few reckless pirates to dare to attack Laboon..."

Sieg patiently persuaded him for a long time before finally convincing Crocus.

"Okay, then I'll talk to Raab."

After saying that, Crocus rushed out, slightly excited, to try and communicate with Laboon.

Sig did not move.

He sat in the room, a smile spreading across his face.

A series of system prompts appeared on the semi-transparent panel.

"Achievement Quest: The Return of the Old Age (1) Completed".

"A third card type is unlocked, and you will receive a random draw of a new card type."

The third type of card: Item cards.

Even the best actors need props to create a better performance.

Prop cards are similar to magicians' gadgets; they are tangible props used for auxiliary purposes.

These cards can be converted between physical items and virtual cards.

According to the system's settings, each use and manifestation of an item card comes at a cost, consuming a certain amount of mental energy.

In layman's terms, it gets tiring if you use it too much.

"Is that the time machine? I want to travel back in time and beat up the fifty-six emperors!"

After reading the system's description, Sieg's mind immediately sank into the sea of ​​stars.

As endless starlight converged, a brass-colored card appeared before Sieg.

Item Card: Sword of Suicide

Quality: Grade C

Ability: Inflicts minor injuries on oneself and disguises them as serious or fatal wounds.

Item cards belong to the third type of support cards.

At this moment, Sig sat in the room, blinking as he looked at the item cards on the panel.

A thought crossed my mind.

In his hand now lay an ordinary double-edged short sword. The blade was not particularly sharp and looked quite ordinary.

"A new type of card, I'd like to try it out..."

Sig was curious, and he looked up in the direction of the gate.

When Crocus left, the door was already slightly ajar.

A gentle breeze blew, and the wooden door was immediately closed.

Chapter 152 Swords in a Comedy Comic

"No witnesses, the perfect locked-room murder! It's time to commit suicide."

Sig glanced at the sword in his hand.

In his imagination, this should be a sword used for pranks, where the blade would extend and retract when it touches a person, causing a blood bag hidden inside the sword to rupture and spray blood, creating the illusion of injury.

After thinking for a moment, Sieg picked up the sword of self-destruction and first tentatively made a cut on his arm.

Something unexpected happened.

The short sword in his hand encountered almost no resistance, slicing through his skin and creating a deep wound from which blood gushed out.

Sig was startled and quickly put away his sword, staring intently at the wound on his arm.

Did I go too far? Am I really injured? But why do I feel almost no pain?

Sig stared blankly at the blood-stained sword in his hand, completely bewildered.

What the hell is this?

He frowned, standing there deep in thought.

The system description states that this sword can only cause minor damage, but can be faked as a serious injury...

Does that mean that the injury looks serious, but it's actually just a minor scratch?

While pondering, Sieg subconsciously reached out to touch the wound on his arm... and then he was shocked.

Sieg looked down and saw that there wasn't a single wound on his arm.

In that brief moment of thought, the wound on my arm was gone!

"Could it be that the wound healed on its own while I wasn't looking?"

If it weren't for the bloodstained sword he used to commit suicide still in his hand, Sieg would have thought he was hallucinating.

After frowning and thinking for a while, Sieg suddenly felt a strong sense of déjà vu...

"Isn't this the kind of knife that you often see in gag comics, the kind that's used to stab your own people in the back?"

"The injuries look serious, but once the comic book page is turned, it's as if nothing happened..."

Sig looked at the blood-stained dagger in his hand and fell into deep thought.

He raised the blood-stained dagger in his hand once more, lifted his clothes, and slowly stabbed it into his lower abdomen.

This time, the dagger pierced Sieg's abdomen without any resistance, leaving a wound from which blood continued to seep.

Sieg could feel a slight strange sensation, as if something cold and hard had pierced his body... and then... pierced through?

Sig reached behind him and touched a small section of the sword tip protruding from his body.

But strangely, there was only a very slight pain throughout the entire process.

He pulled the sword from his stomach, revealing a rather shocking wound on his belly, from which blood was gushing out.

Then, Sieg felt a sweet taste in his throat.

With a soft "poof".

He actually spat out a small mouthful of blood.

But strangely, I still felt no discomfort at all.

"This self-inflicted sword is simply the perfect prop for making movies and TV series! You wouldn't need blood bags or any special effects..."

Sieg's heart stirred slightly, and countless thoughts raced through his mind.

Sieg, a kind-hearted man who yearns for justice, came up with a plan.

At the same time, he began wiping the bloodstains from his arms and stomach.

The amount of bleeding was indeed a bit frightening; it looked like a crime scene. If it wasn't dealt with, Crocus might think Sigurd's relatives had finally arrived...

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps came from outside the door.

The wooden door was pushed open abruptly, and Crocus walked in with a smile.

“Sigurd, I’ve already spoken to Labb…”

His smile vanished instantly, and his eyes widened slightly.

"what happened?"

Before him stood Sieg alone, his hands stained with blood, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, and a shocking pool of blood on the ground.

Upon closer inspection, Sieg's face also appeared to be a little pale.

When Sig heard the footsteps, he had already transformed the self-inflicted sword back into a card, but the blood on his body did not disappear.

Nothing happened.

Sieg calmly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Although it was almost painless and there was no physical discomfort whatsoever, the blood on the self-inflicted sword was a real substance that would not disappear.

Crocus glanced at Sieg with a complicated expression.

Sig had patches of blood on his body, but there did not appear to be any external injuries.

"So much blood, all of it was vomited by Sig just now?"

Kurokas frowned; even as an experienced doctor, he found the amount of bleeding somewhat alarming.

Is he sick?

"Are you still injured?"

"Is this why he wanted to recruit me, a reclusive old man in my sixties, onto his ship?"

Kurokas paused for a moment, then said nothing, quickly helping Sig clean up the bloodstains.

.........

at the same time.

In the middle of the Grand Line, the Sabaody Archipelago.

Inside Xiaqi's bar.

"Senior Rayleigh, I'm truly astonished! To think I'd encountered a child in the East Blue who said the same things as Captain Roger..."

Shanks sat at the bar, a smile in his eyes, his gaze fixed on Rayleigh, whom he hadn't seen for many years.

"Really? Could he be the pirate we've been waiting for...?"

"The East Sea... Roger's hometown is also in the East Sea."

Rayleigh smiled and took a sip of his drink.