I am the Bandit King of the East Sea.

"I see. It was so long ago, I don't remember it very clearly."

Sieg muttered to himself.

The story of the Fifty-Six Emperors didn't originate from that drunken conversation with the Golden Lion; rather, a major plot hole had already been planted at the very beginning of the transmigration.

This could be considered Siegfried's first lie.

One lie requires countless lies to cover it up.

Unbeknownst to them, the lies became increasingly bizarre and outrageous.

Furthermore, the existence of "lies becoming truth" makes everything a mix of reality and illusion, so much so that even Sieg himself can't figure out which lie has become reality.

From the moment Sieg uttered his first lie in Windmill Village.

The name of the bandit king, Sig, began to spread throughout the world, and a grand plan that did not exist began to loom over the world.

A series of lies, forming a tide, carried Higuma from the East Blue to the Grand Line, from the initial attack on the Celestial Dragons to the recent destruction of half of the Holy Land...

In the blink of an eye, he has become a big shot with a net worth of 28 billion, sitting on equal footing with the Four Emperors, chatting and laughing.

But all of this was ultimately fake, all lies.

In the end, these glamorous bubbles were all burst.

In the end, the truth was revealed because of the initial lie.

Only when the tide goes out do we discover who's been swimming naked.

Sig swam naked with the skylight open for a very, very long time before they finally discovered the truth.

“It has been a long journey,” Sieg couldn’t help but sigh.

This long journey began with the first lie, and it seems it will end with the first lie as well.

"Enough with the nonsense! Explain yourself! What do you mean by 'we are your defeated opponents'?" Barrett roared coldly.

"Sig...you...is this true?" Crocus took the newspaper from Barrett's hand, glanced at it, and his voice trembled slightly.

"Come on! Sig, aren't you supposed to be a good drinker? Well then, give us a good talking to!"

"Tell me, when did we become your defeated foe?"

Another pirate slammed a barrel of wine onto the open ground in front of Sigurd and stared at him coldly.

The wine splashed everywhere, filling the air with its rich aroma.

Sig did not make a move.

The edifice of trust has crumbled. Even if he spouts nonsense while drunk, no one will believe him anymore.

The atmosphere had reached freezing point, and the fifty-sixth emperor's patience was gradually being worn down.

How do you prove a lie that is vague, elusive, and indistinguishable from the truth?

It wasn't about presenting various pieces of evidence, nor about covering it up with a series of lies, but rather...

Make lies appear to be the truth.

Let the Mountain Bandit King become a true legend.

"It seems I have no other choice."

Sieg narrowed his eyes, picked up the wine bowl in front of him, and drank it all in one gulp.

"I, Sig, will become a legend."

Chapter 597 Where Dreams Begin

As the saying goes, alcohol emboldens the timid.

Sig picked up the wine bowl in his hand, drank it all in one gulp, and then opened his eyes to look at the fifty-six emperors in front of him, but his expression did not show much emotion.

"Didn't you want to know when I defeated you?"

"Then I'll tell you."

Sieg chuckled softly, his expression always remaining calm and composed.

This surprised the fifty-six emperors, and their minds began to waver.

Besides their varying strengths, the fifty-six emperors also harbored different intentions and ulterior motives.

From the Impel Down war, Sig knew that these great pirates in the Infinite Hell could never truly work together.

Ultimately, Sieg was wary of them, and they were wary of Sieg.

Even if everything Sieg did was a lie, the strength and deeds he displayed were witnessed by them firsthand.

Some people were simply angry because of Sieg's lies and felt insulted.

Some people are fanning the flames, while others simply want to use this opportunity to deal with Higurashi and the Four Emperors.

Higuma's lies were merely the fuse that brought together this group of individuals with differing motives to work together to overthrow Higuma and the Four Emperors.

Therefore... Sig had absolutely no intention of using card abilities to intimidate them.

With the edifice of trust already collapsed, unless Sig possesses near-invincible power to overwhelm all fifty-six emperors without any blind spots, it will only enrage them and cause them to launch a collective attack.

The possibility of breaking the deadlock lies in dividing the already divided fifty-six emperors.

As for how to differentiate?

Sig said, "Baldy, bring me the bounty posters for the Fifty-Six Emperors!"

"I want to tell them all about what happened back then."

At Sieg's command, the bald man, under countless sharp, razor-sharp gazes, handed a stack of bounty posters to Sieg.

"Are you ready?"

A strange smile appeared on Sieg's face as he looked at the fifty-six emperors in front of him, his gaze as if he wanted to memorize them deeply.

"The Lone Red Red Red Redfield, the World Destroyer Wald, the Descendant of the Devil Barrett..."

Sig muttered the names on the bounty posters, and after he finished reading dozens of names, the stack of bounty posters disappeared from his hand and entered his inventory.

"Very good, I've got it."

The next moment, Sig activated the [First Hero] ability of the KING card.

Consciousness plunged into that familiar sea of ​​stars, where the stars twinkled and shone brilliantly, as if traversing an invisible tunnel...

..........

By the time Sieg came to his senses, he was already on a busy street.

"Where is this place?"

Sieg opened his slightly dazed eyes and looked around, but couldn't figure out why.

This is a bustling main street, and it seems he is currently in a fairly prosperous town, definitely not Shipwreck Island or Water Seven, which is full of water.

Besides, the timing is also not quite right.

When we encountered the 56 emperors' interrogation before, it was midday, but now... it's clearly early morning.

"Tsk tsk... Where did this drunkard come from so early in the morning?"

Passersby walked away from Sig, and a few idlers pointed and whispered about him.

"Another drunkard who drowns his sorrows in alcohol during the day."

"Heh, and this is a drunkard with a long face."

"......"

"A shoehorn face?" Sieg's eyes widened immediately, and he angrily retorted to the passerby:

"I'm trying to keep a low profile here, to conceal my good looks and avoid making you mere mortals feel ashamed!"

"Tsk...he really is a drunkard!" The passerby didn't bother arguing with Sieg and quickly walked away.

Sig, on the other hand, stood still and chuckled.

The first thing Sig did after successfully traveling through time was not to ask a passerby what year it was... but instead, he happily pulled out his photo editing camera and took a selfie.

Then, Sieg, who was already slightly tipsy, started to sculpt his face based on his own selfie.

Sig has had the photo editing camera for a while now, but although he wants to customize his own face, he always feels like he's wasting the opportunity to use the camera.

However, now, slightly drunk, Sig's rationality was somewhat affected, and he had already put the matter of encountering the Fifty-Six Emperors out of his mind. Without any hesitation, he began to pinch his face.

After pinching his face for three or four hours, it was already noon when Sieg finally prepared to proceed.

After pinching his face, Sieg walked to a street stall and picked up a mirror to look at himself.

At this moment, his features, including his eyebrows and brows, still vaguely resembled his previous facial features. However, he looked much younger and more handsome, with a dashing and dashing appearance.

If the old Sigurd had the face of an older extra in a shonen anime, then the current Sigurd has the face of a male protagonist in a romance anime, looking only in his early twenties.

"hey-hey..."

Sieg stroked his chin and chuckled at his reflection in the mirror.

"The face-shaping is alright, it captures a bit of the charm of my stunning beauty before I transmigrated."

"Finally, I can feel the immersion."

Sieg put down the mirror, in a great mood, and a wine bottle appeared in his hand, which he took gulps of wine every now and then.

He continued drinking and wandering along the road, unconsciously following a whiff of alcohol until he arrived at a tavern in town.

"Tavern?"

Sieg's eyes lit up, and he strode in through the door.

By this time, the tavern was already quite crowded and noisy, with some people seemingly arguing.

However, Sieg ignored everyone and sat down at the bar, calling out to the tavern owner:

"Auntie, pour me a cappuccino!"

The bearded tavern owner, a man in his fifties, stared blankly at Sieg.

"What's stuck?"