I am the Bandit King of the East Sea.

Roger took off his sunglasses and placed them on the bar, then raised his glass to clink with Riley's.

Barrett isn't a big drinker, but since it was a reunion with old friends, he joined in for the atmosphere.

Only Sieg insisted on ordering a glass of milk.

Sieg shook his head: "Ordinary people shouldn't be able to tell the difference. It should be much better than the non-prescription glasses from last time."

With a simple disguise, one can fool most people in this world.

Just like how women's faces are all pretty much the same all over the world, this is basic common sense.

"I won't press you about why you kept it from even your own partners... but there's something else I really want to know."

Rayleigh looked at Roger and asked directly:

"How exactly was the incurable disease that even Crocus couldn't cure cured?"

“My illness isn’t cured yet.” Roger shook his head. “That’s one of the reasons I’ve been keeping it from you. After all, even I don’t know if Sieg’s treatment plan will be successful, or if I’ll survive tomorrow.”

This startled Rayleigh at first, then his face lit up with joy:

"Can your illness be cured?"

"The success rate is only 1%-2%," Kurokas explained.

"In fact, the reason I came to see you this time is to improve the success rate of Roger's treatment plan."

Rayleigh was a little confused; he swirled the wine glass in his hand.

"Can drinking alcohol cure diseases?"

"Of course not, but if Roger's will to live is stimulated, it will help with the treatment."

Crocus leaned close to Rayleigh's ear and whispered:

"Do you remember the information we got from Sig when we were drinking together before?"

Rayleigh's eyes lit up immediately.

"If you talk about this, I won't be sleepy anymore."

Rayleigh also lowered his voice and continued:

"Since we're going to talk about Sig, why don't we drink a lot this time and get him drunk?"

"Maybe this way we can hear more from him? And maybe it will strengthen Roger's will to survive?"

Rayleigh Crocus whispered for a moment, having made up his mind.

Under the pretext of stimulating Roger's will to survive, they repeatedly urged Sieg to drink. Before he knew it, Sieg had been forced to drink a few glasses. As a warm feeling gradually spread through his stomach, his eyes became somewhat glazed.

Chapter 865 Beyond Dimensions

Inside the bar, the group gradually started drinking.

"To stimulate Roger's will to survive..."

Sigurd pondered for a moment, recalling what had happened with Ace, and decided to add fuel to the fire for Roger:

"Roger, you mentioned before that Ace was raised like Garp's grandson."

"Do you know how he raised him?" Sieg hiccuped and chuckled.

"He abandoned Ace in the mountains, letting bandits raise him, and then hoped that he would become a Marine when he grew up."

"Huh? Don't look at me like that. The bandits I'm talking about aren't me."

"Mountain bandits... Navy? What is Garp thinking?"

Roger's fist hardened; he was furious.

"How could a child raised by bandits possibly follow his wishes and become a navy officer?"

"If they were going to train the child to be a naval officer, why would they abandon him to bandits?"

"No... my child, you should surpass me in the future, win ONE PIECE and do things that I can't do."

Upon reflection, he realized how unreliable it was to entrust his child to Karp.

Sieg continued:

"Ace is only 10 years old now, still quite young. You and Rouge only missed each other for ten years. As long as you're alive, you still have a chance to make up for it..."

"...That's true."

Roger nodded and clenched his fist.

"Don't just talk about Ace... Roger, when it comes to the will to survive, is your only thought your son?"

Rayleigh shook his head.

"I met Shanks in the Sabaody Archipelago a while ago."

"Your straw hat is no longer in his hands, Roger."

Roger was slightly startled, then showed an interested expression and burst into laughter.

"Is that so? My hat has already fallen into the hands of the next person?"

Sieg chimed in from the side:

"That's right. I won't go into details about the identity of the owner of that hat. He's also in the East China Sea. As long as you survive, you'll definitely be able to meet the guy who inherited your straw hat."

Roger shuddered, and the smile on his face grew wider and wider.

"I suddenly feel grateful to have come to this era."

“That’s not all,” Crocus began.

"Although the Roger Pirates have disbanded, and we are no longer pirates and have gone into seclusion, we are still waiting for that moment to come."

"We arrived too early; we can only leave our hopes to future generations."

“One day, a figure will emerge who carries the weight of hundreds of years of history. He will challenge the entire world and unleash a massive war that will sweep across the globe.”

Crocus said:

"Instead of pinning your hopes on your son Roger, who was raised by bandits... wouldn't you rather live to witness that moment arrive?"

Roger looked at the wine glass in his hand, somewhat moved.

Barrett didn't interrupt. He wasn't interested in history and hadn't accompanied the Roger Pirates on their final journey. He just listened quietly.

At this moment, Crocus and Rayleigh exchanged a glance and nodded simultaneously.

"More than a decade ago, we had already conquered the Grand Line, achieving a feat that no one had accomplished before."

"But Roger, the world is much bigger than we expected."

As he spoke, Crocus glanced at Sieg, signaling for Sieg to speak.

“Vast? I don’t think so,” Sieg chuckled.

"This world is too cramped."

After saying that, he chuckled softly, then leaned against the bar, gradually closed his eyes, and said nothing more, seemingly having fallen asleep.

Crocus and Rayleigh were stunned for a long time.

Did you drink too much alcohol just now?

“It’s alright. We’ve heard enough from Sieg before.”

Rayleigh spoke:

"Roger, we conquered the Grand Line before; this sea holds few secrets for us anymore..."

"But even the Pirate King who has conquered the seas has places he cannot reach."

"Are you referring to the other four seas?" Roger asked curiously.

“No!” Rayleigh looked at Sieg, and seeing that he showed no sign of waking up, continued:

"Beyond the five oceans, there lies an infinite land. Roger, you know that too."

"But this world isn't just about infinite land." Rayleigh's expression turned wistful.

"These are things that Sig talked about with us here when he first met me as Sig..."

"Beyond the boundless earth, in the starry sky, there are extraterrestrial beings, pirates from the universe."

"And beyond the starry sky, there exists another dimension..."

"Dimension? What does that mean?" Roger was a little stunned.

"Dimensions... well, that all starts with the multiverse..." Rayleigh said with a look of reminiscence.

"Back then, in order to deal with the Black Flame Dragon's invasion, Sig even tried to pursue power beyond dimensions."

"Speaking of which, Roger, don't you have any doubts?"

"We already know that Wang Sig faked his death and escaped by using the power of a Devil Fruit to travel through time and continuously traverse history."

"But Sigco also faked his death once right under my nose."

"In the months since Sieg's death, weren't you curious about where he went?"

After Rayleigh finished speaking, he looked at Roger with anticipation.

He saw Roger first look puzzled, then thoughtful, and finally realize the truth, all his emotions turning into shock.

"Did he arrive in another dimension?"

The existence of Time-Time Fruit users and the truth about One Piece have broadened their horizons, allowing them to see a much wider world.

Like Rayleigh before him, Roger absorbed new information at lightning speed, unlike a man in his fifties.

“Not bad.” Crocus nodded with satisfaction.

"The story of another dimension begins with the fruit of a divine tree."

"I've always thought that these so-called Divine Tree fruits might have some kind of connection to the Devil Fruits of our dimension..."

As Roger and Chloece recount their tales, another vast world unfolds.

Not only Roger, but even Barrett, who had no interest in history, gradually became engrossed in listening.