I am the Bandit King of the East Sea.

Sieg's expression remained unchanged, even showing a hint of excitement.

"There is no such thing as despicable in battles between pirates."

"Besides, I'm just helping you to recognize yourself and see your true self."

Sig paused, a slight smile curving his lips.

"Crocodile, or should I call you... Crocodile-chan? Crocodile?"

Crocodile, sitting on the floor, watched as Sieg and Ivankov drew closer and closer.

However, his body was already immobilized by the sea stone shackles. His physical skills were not particularly strong to begin with, and this sudden struggle only made the shackles clang, but he couldn't move at all.

"Your personality is too twisted. Perhaps I bear some responsibility for shaping you in the first place."

Ivankov's face was somewhat somber.

He had naturally read the big news from a while ago, about the Shichibukai Crocodile unleashing a sandstorm that engulfed the city.

"Now is the time to correct the mistakes."

Ivankov raised his hand, and his fingernails grew rapidly again, becoming sharp once more.

"Sig!"

Crocodile's eyes gradually turned bloodshot. He looked at Sieg, panting, but didn't know what to say for a moment.

Pleading? Giving in? Threatening?

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, but in the end he simply said in a cold voice:

"Sieg, you're ruthless."

But at this time.

"and many more."

Sieg suddenly spoke.

Ivankov, who was about to stab Crocodile, with his fingernails almost touching Crocodile's skin, stopped at the last moment.

Beside him, Crocodile was now covered in sweat, and his breathing was becoming increasingly heavy.

"Sigboy, you've changed your mind?" Ivankov turned around in confusion.

"of course not."

Sieg stood there for a moment, then pulled out a cigar from his person and held it out to Crocodile.

This cigar was actually a trophy confiscated from Crocodile.

“Even death row inmates get a last meal before they die, so let’s leave him a cigar.”

"Ok?"

Crocodile's forehead veins bulged.

He had just been clinging to a sliver of hope that Sieg had changed his mind.

Are you kidding me?

Crocodile growled softly.

"Then you don't want it?" Sieg asked calmly.

"..."

Crocodile snorted, reached out and took the cigar from Sieg, lit it, and put it in his mouth, puffing away again.

After taking a couple of puffs of his cigar, his expression regained some composure.

"What a chain smoker."

Sieg didn't speak again. He and Ivankov waited quietly for Crocodile to finish smoking half a cigar before finally speaking.

"It's time. The story of the great pirate Crocodile should come to an end."

Sieg said calmly.

Ivankov's fingernail suddenly plunged down, piercing Crocodile's skin.

"Female hormones!"

Crocodile took a deep drag on his cigar, his jaw clenching.

His body also underwent changes.

Her tall and robust body had become much smaller than before, her waist had become thinner, and her chest had gradually bulged, stretching her original shirt into a breathtaking curve.

Among the neatly combed, smooth slicked-back hair, two strands of hair fell to either side of her face, slightly concealing the horrific scar that ran across her cheek, adding a touch of elegance.

His originally angular facial features softened, and the sinister intent in his eyes seemed to have faded slightly. His complexion also gradually became fairer and rosier.

She took a deep drag on her cigar, her cold gaze still fixed on Sieg amidst the billowing smoke.

Are you satisfied now?

She spoke in a low voice, her tone still sharp and chilling.

His pupils trembled slightly.

"To think that I'd be forced back into this cumbersome body... Sig, you'd better watch out, lest you fall into my hands one day."

Sig also took a deep breath.

"Of course I'm very satisfied."

Sieg nodded.

But in my heart, I was thinking, "This burden is really round."

“Let’s go, let’s go, let’s say, let’s go?”

Ivankov turned to look at Sig, waiting for his opinion.

Sig stared silently at Crocodile, his mind racing with calculations.

Should we take advantage of this opportunity to use the "True Fragrance Card"?

However, Crocodile did not appear to be on the verge of a mental breakdown as Sieg had predicted; at least on the surface, he remained calm.

Sieg couldn't tell how much of it was performance.

"Let's just leave her here quietly for now, let her readjust to herself and find her place."

That's what Sieg concluded.

Willpower is a consumable resource.

Under the pressure of accumulated stress, there will be a day when you suddenly break down.

Crocodile's temperament seems to be more resilient than Sieg imagined, but Sieg has time to wait and continue to ponder ways to break her will, waiting for the day when she can no longer bear it.

After saying that, the two men walked out of the cell.

Darkness returned to the cell.

In the darkness and silence, only a low breathing sound could be heard.

...........

"Are you done?"

Dragon stood outside the door, looking at Sig and the other person who came out from inside.

"Klock...Dale has been dealt with for now." Sig nodded.

Ivankov, on the other hand, took out a sea stone shackle from his bag.

“Siegboy, these are the Seastone shackles I prepared for that Crocodile guy during the month he was healing in our Pink Kingdom many years ago.”

"Judging from that guy's physical skills, he might be slightly worse than he was back then, so these shackles should be enough to deal with him."

"The purity of the sea stone in these shackles should be enough to strip her of most of her power, reducing her to a level similar to that of an ordinary person."

"If she is put in these shackles, even if she is not imprisoned and given limited freedom to move freely on the ship, she should be unable to escape."

Ivankov said solemnly.

A thought struck Sieg.

Is this the precious item that can make Crocodile delicate and supple?

Sieg readily accepted it.

But he still had some doubts.

"What if she cuts off her own foot?"

Golden Lion Shiki was imprisoned in Seastone shackles. In a fit of rage, he cut off his own legs and escaped Impel Down alone.

Given Crocodile's ruthlessness, he might actually do something similar.

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"Cut off your own feet?"

Dragon and Ivankov exchanged a glance.

"Even if you cut off the foot, so what?"

The dragon gazed at the boundless sea and continued:

"In this vast ocean, how can a sand crocodile that has lost its legs possibly escape?"

"Besides, the sand crocodile still has both legs, and it was defeated by you before. If it really wanted to escape, do you think it could escape from you?"

"...That's true."

Sig breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Only in front of Crocodile could Sieg display the swordsmanship of the first swordsman of the Shang Dynasty, completely dominating her.

"So, what's next..."

Long looked at Sig halfway through his sentence, waiting for his response.