I am the Bandit King of the East Sea.

However, judging from its appearance, the gigantic Moria is as big as a small mountain, much larger than a normal giant... Moreover, its appearance is ferocious and terrifying, like a demon, with sharp horns on both sides of its forehead, and its race is unknown.

"Mom wouldn't...."

Tiramisu unconsciously wiped away her sweat, her gaze falling on Moria, who was being bound hand and foot by his men.

“Mom, you’re not interested in Sig anymore?” Tiramisu blurted out.

“Sig, it’s a bit small, but it’s not like we can’t make do.”

Charlotte Lingling on the other end of the phone pondered for a while, seemingly weighing the two men in the photos.

"Forget it, I won't choose."

"I want both of them."

...............

The castle hall inside the terrifying three-masted ship.

Sig's murderous remark caused Absalom's expression to change drastically, and he hurriedly said:

"I am a user of the Clear-Clear Fruit, and my ability is definitely very useful. Whether it's assassination or infiltration, I can..." 13

Sig's expression softened slightly.

Absalom's Clear-Clear Fruit was indeed useful; in the future of the original work, he even became a well-known writer.

But it was Absalom's personality that truly displeased Sieg.

However... this doesn't seem to be without a solution.

"Absalom, have you heard the legend of the miracle man?"

Sig beckoned Absalom forward and said a few words to him.

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In an instant, Absalom turned ashen-faced.

As for whether the Queen of the Transvestites could truly turn men into complete women, Sieg did not tell Absalom.

"Take Absalom and Hogback away and reform them, let them become new people."

Sieg turned his head and instructed the bald man beside him, who quickly nodded in agreement.

For a long time, every time a new member joined the bandit group, the bald guy would basically have to help with the modifications.

The once ruthless and vicious Kro has become much kinder since spending more time with the bald man.

Finally, Sieg suddenly looked up and his gaze fell on Princess Perona.

"Give me a Negative Ghost!"

Perona was startled, and all she could do was raise her hand and conjure a semi-transparent ghost that passed through Sig's body.

Sieg breathed a sigh of relief and calmed down again.

He seemed to have entered a state of sanity, losing all interest in everything.

The strange thought that had just crossed my mind had disappeared.

Sig was once again enveloped in negative emotions.

In a negative state, or rather, in a sage mode, Sieg can maintain calm thinking and remain unaffected by external temptations and distractions.

"Perona might be able to be my buff princess!"

The thought flashed through Sieg's mind.

He stood up, walked to the windowsill, and looked outside.

The fog around this terrifying three-masted ship wasn't so thick, and from here you could overlook the entire island ship.

The zombie army is gone, and the island is now empty and quiet, with only about two hundred members of the Sig Mountain Bandits.

Further away lies an ocean shrouded in mist.

Sig suddenly remembered what he had said when the negative ghost first passed through his body.

"Why not just stay here and be a shut-in? I think this Thriller Bark is pretty good, perfect for living here for ten or twenty years."

Sig’s eyes gradually brightened.

After entering the Grand Line, he had a grand plan to completely transform himself.

In other words, first find a remote island to settle your bandits, then casually mention a grand plan to keep them quietly in hiding.

Then, Sieg could change his appearance, put on a different face, and live a peaceful but boring life.

In this way, Sieg could escape his dangerous life and settle down his crew who had followed him from the East China Sea to the Grand Line.

However... the situation has changed somewhat now.

"Is there a place more remote and safer than the terror tug-of-war?"

Sig muttered to himself.

Moria could survive here for ten years.

As long as their subordinates don't cause trouble and stay in this secluded place, it's not impossible for them to live like Brooke for forty or fifty years.

This sea area is not so simple; it is not easy for the navy or other forces to enter or leave.

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In the hall, Sieg stood still, his eyes showing some interest, his heart shrouded in heavy negativity, and his gaze toward Perona grew increasingly satisfied.

At the same time, the system's light curtain quietly opened beside it.

Hmm... Usopp's card compatibility has quietly increased by 2%.

Negative spirits were a treasure to him.

In this materialistic world, Perona can help him clear his mind of distractions, focus on listening to his inner voice, and rediscover his true self.

“Surgeon Hogback... Your surgical skills are superb; you may remain on this island.”

"As for Perona, you'll stay by my side from now on."

Sig spoke up.

Perona's heart skipped a beat, but seeing Sieg's deep gaze, she dared not say anything.

Sig held up one finger:

“Every day, Perona, you must use Negative Ghost on me at least once.”

"Why?" Perona asked in surprise.

"Because this is a trial."

"If one day I am no longer myself, then I will lose to the pessimistic ghost."

Sieg's gaze was deep and unfathomable. He reached out and touched the negative spirit once more.

He is neither Usopp nor King himself.

People grow and develop; the more cards you hold in your hand, the more confident you become.

Sigmund needs negative ghosts to constantly remind himself to stay true to himself.

If one day he becomes arrogant and completely loses his original mindset, then the pessimistic ghost will completely overwhelm his reason, causing him to do the same disheartening things as Crocodile and others.

"I can't keep being bolder, I can't keep going uphill!"

"Such dangerous things must be prohibited!"

Sig muttered to himself.

However, these words caused a strange look to appear in the eyes of Crocdale and the others.

"Confidence comes from one's nature, and strength comes from within."

The bald man couldn't help but mutter a sentence.

"Boss Sigurd's willpower is so strong that even the power of his Devil Fruit cannot shake it, yet he still trains himself with such resolute methods..."

Crocdale's gaze was deep as she took those words to heart.

Since reverting to female form, her mental state has been unstable.

Being influenced by negative thoughts and making shameful and disheartening decisions greatly upset her and became a thorn in her side.

It would be one thing if everyone else lost face, but Sieg remained unaffected.

However, after hearing Sieg's words, she seemed to understand why Sieg's will was so strong.

Sieg is taking a huge gamble.

If one day his will weakens and he falls to the same level as an ordinary strongman, he will immediately kneel down and lose all dignity as a strongman!

Sieg has staked his dignity on the gambling table.

"What a ruthless man. He's ruthless to others, and he's just as ruthless to himself."

Crocdale had few defeats in her life.

Therefore, she harbored resentment towards Whitebeard and Sigurd, the two men who defeated her, and could not control herself.

Thinking of this, Crocdale's resentment subsided somewhat.

She made a difficult decision.

.............

After half an hour.

Crocdale followed Perona to her room.

"Hey, little ghost girl."

Crocdale spoke coldly, causing Perona to shudder involuntarily.

Turning around, Perona found a tall woman looking down at her with a cold expression. She had a horizontal scar on her face and a cigar in her mouth, looking menacing.

"What...what are you going to do?"