I am the Bandit King of the East Sea.

Boss, what should I say now?

The bald man's voice echoed in Sig's heart.

“Just say… I am your inner voice, I am yourself,” Sieg said.

The bald man paused for a moment, but then continued to watch the drunkard, conveying his innermost thoughts.

"Inner thoughts?" The drunkard was startled, then suddenly realized.

"Oh, so it was just my own feeling. I thought someone else was there..."

The drunkard muttered to himself, let out a burp, and readily accepted this premise.

Then he shut his mouth and stopped talking, simply walking slowly forward, clearly communicating with the "inner voice" in his mind.

At this point, the bald man nodded secretly to Sig.

[Boss Sig was really thoughtful; now I can communicate with that drunkard telepathically.]

The Whisper-Whisper Fruit's ability is to transmit one's voice to various animals.

However, to achieve silent communication with the other party, you must obtain their consent and let down your guard.

Therefore, once the drunkard accepted the premise that "this is my true feeling," he naturally lowered his guard.

“Listen carefully now, I’m going to teach you… attack techniques using the Whisper-Whisper Fruit ability,” Sigurd said earnestly.

Chapter 305 The Power of Sound

In the shadows, Sieg whispered something to the bald man, whose expression then changed.

A heartfelt message entered the drunkard's mind.

I'm so sleepy, all I want to do right now is go home and get some sleep...

The drunkard smacked his lips and continued...

But then I suddenly remembered something. That day at Chambord Park, I bought a balloon...

"Hmm, is there such a thing? It seems so, but it also seems not?"

The drunkard stood there muttering to himself.

However, as his inner voice narrated, a vague and ambiguous memory slowly materialized in his mind...

This is not some kind of superpower granted by the Whisper-Whisper Fruit.

Once the drunkard mistook the bald man's words for his own thoughts, he would subconsciously follow the voice and imagine a scene in his mind.

Then I gripped the balloon tightly, put my ear close to it, and rubbed it with my fingers to make a sound...

hiss---

The drunkard stopped abruptly, instinctively gasped for breath, and scratched his arms, his skin covered in goosebumps.

"Looks like it's working, let's move on to the next one," Sig urged in a low voice.

Then I saw a blackboard nearby, so I went over and started scratching the surface of the blackboard with my fingernails...

'ah----"

The drunkard's face was contorted; he looked completely distraught. He seemed to connect the voice in his head to the sound of fingernails scratching a blackboard.

[The sounds of styrofoam rubbing together... chalk scraping against a blackboard... bicycle brakes... a woman screaming... a groundhog squeaking...]

The bald man's inner thoughts grew faster and deeper, like the whispers of a demon, echoing in the drunkard's mind.

"Stop talking, stop talking..."

Find a toothpick, stick it into the gap between your toenail, and then kick the wall hard.

Just listening to the voice in his heart, the drunkard felt a faint, phantom pain coming from where his toenail was...

"Aaaaaaah! You don't represent my true feelings at all! You're the devil! The devil is speaking to me!"

The drunkard could no longer heed his inner voice and screamed as he ran wildly outside.

The commotion startled many residents, and people poked their heads out of the windows on both sides of the road.

However, after seeing the drunkard running wildly, they cursed the drunkard a few times and then closed the window again.

The night returned to silence.

In the shadows, the bald man stared dumbfounded at Sig beside him.

Goosebumps involuntarily rose on his arms.

Clearly, when describing those sounds, he himself was unconsciously making those connections...

"Is this how the Whisper-Whisper Fruit attacks?"

The bald man was still a little confused.

"No, this is at most a prank. On the battlefield, the enemy won't let their guard down and try to piece together every detail from your voice..."

Sieg shook his head.

What I just did was merely a small test.

“Try to imagine the sound of rain and convey that sound to me,” Sieg said.

The bald man was clearly taken aback, but he managed to control his mind and began to imagine.

The next moment, the sound of raindrops falling on the ground echoed in Sieg's mind.

However, this sound is ultimately somewhat different from the rain in nature, since it belongs to the bald man's imagination and is not the sound of real nature.

"Just as I thought, in that case, the sound detonator I prepared will come in handy."

Sieg muttered to himself.

He took out a sound shell from his pocket.

Sound Shells are a specialty of Skypiea, but it seems that a small amount also circulates in the Grand Line.

For example, Brook's head contains a sound shell that records the last chorus of the Rumbar Pirates decades ago.

The Sound Shell in Sigurd's hand was taken from Brook. The Rumbar Pirates didn't just have one Sound Shell back then; Brook gave Sigurd several unused Sound Shells left behind by the Rumbar Pirates.

Whispering is about conveying your innermost thoughts to others and communicating with them.

But why must the voice in one's heart be a human voice?

Even the human voice has many variations.

If your imagination is strong enough, you can even change your own inner voice to a cute little girl's voice, or play a song on repeat in your head.

And the Whisper Fruit is clearly not just for transmitting words.

As long as the user's imagination is strong enough, they can simulate various sounds and forcibly play them in other people's minds.

"This is your trump card. You can turn on the sound detonator, memorize this sound, and then try to transmit this sound to others."

As Sieg spoke, he placed the microphone in the bald man's hand and then took a few steps back without making a sound.

The bald man hesitated for a moment, then turned on the soundproof doorbell, and immediately heard a sharp, strange noise coming from inside.

It was the strange, high-pitched sound of fingernails scratching a blackboard...

Just listening to it made the bald man feel like he was being scratched by a cat; his scalp tingled slightly, and goosebumps rose all over his body.

His expression also showed some impatience.

Even he found this attack style somewhat unbearable.

This means that you must first deeply imprint these strange and sharp sounds in your mind before you can convey them to others.

If the sound isn't clearly remembered, it will be distorted and lose that chilling effect.

"What a strange technique... Is this really the fruit I've been dreaming of?"

The bald man suddenly began to doubt whether he had chosen the wrong fruit.

"You practice here, I have to go now."

Sig patted the bald man on the shoulder and then walked away.

The bald man's practice involved constantly turning on the volume and listening to those strange noises, and Sieg didn't want to stay any longer.

"Okay, boss, no problem, boss."

The bald man immediately regained his energy and lay dormant quietly in the night, repeatedly turning the volume control on and off and listening to the sounds coming from it.

A moment later, the bald man in the shadows saw a woman emerge from a deep alley.

This is a nun wearing a black robe, who seems to belong to some church.

When the nun appeared, the bald man silently put down the conch shell he was holding.

There is a lost lamb...:

The bald man muttered to himself.

Rather than the attack moves Sieg had instructed him to use, he still wanted to try his original idea.

His voice resonated in the nun's heart.

"Who? Who's speaking?"

The nun was initially terrified, just like the drunkard before her, and looked around frantically.

But when she realized that the voice was resounding directly in her mind, her expression gradually became solemn.

"Is this my Lord speaking to me from heaven? Praise be to my Lord! In my lifetime, I have actually received a divine message from my Lord!"

The nun stood there, muttering to herself, praying devoutly.

In just a short while, the nun had lowered her guard and was having a silent exchange with the bald man.

I am not your god!

The bald man's voice was very serious. He immediately rejected the nun's idea.

"You are not my lord?"

The nun's eyes were filled with confusion, but then she struggled on.