the King of Pirates of the East Sea

"Clang!"

A wine bottle smashed down violently on the head of a red-haired man sitting at the bar counter.

The crisp sound of shattering glass echoed through the entire tavern.

All eyes turned toward the mountain bandit, Sieg, who was at the center of it all.

Just moments ago, Sieg had barged into the bar with a large group of mountain bandits. After only a few brief exchanges, he had smashed a bottle over the face of the red-haired pirate seated at the bar.

The atmosphere immediately became tense, like a drawn sword ready to strike.

Yet at this very moment, no one noticed the fleeting confusion and panic on Sieg's face.

"I've transmigrated into the body of the mountain bandit Sieg? And just now, I smashed a bottle over the head of one of the Four Emperors, Red-Haired Shanks?"

Sieg's mind was in utter chaos.

What should he do?

How was he supposed to act like someone who routinely smashes bottles over the heads of pirate emperors?

Urgent! Online and waiting for advice! Can someone post a solution?

Sieg was just a minor, throwaway character in the original One Piece series—one of those disposable roles that wouldn't last more than half an episode.

Yet now, the person he had just struck with a bottle was Red-Haired Shanks, one of the top pirates standing at the pinnacle of the pirate world!

Could the timing of this transmigration possibly be any more absurd?

Sieg stood frozen in place, not saying a word. His heart pounded as he nervously scanned the tavern.

The entire crew of the Red-Haired Pirates had turned to look at him.

Seeing their captain get smashed in the head with a bottle, they didn't show any signs of anger. Instead, they all looked like they were watching an entertaining show.

Especially a chubby man in a green and white striped shirt continued munching on his meat as if nothing had happened.

Each member of the Red-Haired Pirates was strong enough to take down all of Sieg's men single-handedly.

If the original storyline remained unchanged, Sieg would be safe for now.

But… what if someone in the tavern decided to act on a whim?

Cold sweat began to pour down Sieg's face.

"Ah... the floor is completely soaked now."

Shanks' head was drenched in beer, which dripped from his straw hat, soaking his shirt.

He showed no trace of anger, simply lowering his gaze to the wet floor.

Then, he crouched down and began cleaning up the shards of glass from the floor.

Shanks' submissive response lightened the heavy tension in the air.

Soon after, the mountain bandits behind Sieg erupted into laughter.

"Pirates are just a bunch of spineless cowards! Hilarious!"

"Go crawl back to the sea, you gutless pirates!"

"Hey, Red-Haired Scum! Our boss has already taken down 56 guys like you!"

Hearing his underlings bragging, Sieg was momentarily stunned. A hint of nostalgia flickered in his eyes.

Yes.

He suddenly remembered something.

In this world, two legendary names had once resounded across the seas:

Gol D. Roger, the Pirate King.

Sieg, the Mountain Bandit King.

Before Gol D. Roger's execution, his final words ignited the Great Age of Pirates.

That era was utterly chaotic, with countless pirates rising across the seas. At one point, there were as many as sixty pirate emperors reigning over the seas.

Later, Sieg had personally taken down 56 of them, one bottle at a time.

The last four remaining emperors became the Four Emperors of today, reigning at the pinnacle of the pirate world.

From that moment, a new era took shape.

The Four Emperors dominated the New World, standing toe-to-toe with the Navy, while the Seven Warlords of the Sea formed the third major force in this three-way power struggle.

As for Sieg, the legendary Mountain Bandit King, he quietly retreated into the mountains, disappearing from the scene.

Damn it, if only that were true.

As a loyal VIP member of Peachbowl's platform, Sieg let himself fantasize for a moment.

"I'm not. I didn't. Don't just make things up!"

Sieg turned and glared at his underlings, instantly silencing their laughter.

Among the bewildered mountain bandits, one bald bandit suddenly seemed to realize something. He exclaimed loudly:

"The boss is right!"

"How could you compare this red-haired weakling to the enemies our boss has defeated in the past?"

"As if he's even worthy!"

The others were all looking at the bald bandit with an expression that clearly said, "You're really something else," and then they all began to chime in.

"Yeah!"

"What's so special about this red-haired guy?"

"He's not even qualified to be our boss's opponent!"

"He doesn't even deserve to make our boss lift a finger!"

Seeg was stunned, frozen in place.

This was such a spectacular performance that even he was caught off guard.

While he was in a daze, the bald bandit, emboldened by the support of the others, stepped forward eagerly.

"Boss, a weakling like this isn't worth your time."

The bald bandit walked quickly to Shanks, picked up a bottle of beer, and poured it directly over his head.

This time, Shanks was completely drenched.

"Wait..."

Seeg's skin crawled, and he snapped back to his senses immediately.

"What are you doing?!"

Seeg shouted in a low voice, shoving the bald bandit hard.

"Ah... Right, I shouldn't ruin the boss's fun. Boss, please take your time!"

The bald bandit paused for a moment before hurriedly retreating with an "I understand now" expression.

Seeg: "..."

At this point, he didn't even know what to say anymore.

He glanced at Shanks in front of him.

Shanks, now soaked to the skin, sat on the ground with his head lowered, his expression obscured.

Seeg's heart began pounding uncontrollably once again.

He was just an ordinary person, yet here he was, standing face-to-face with one of the top powerhouses in the world of pirates.

Forget about the Red-Haired Emperor himself—any random member of the Red-Haired Pirates could single-handedly annihilate Seeg and all his bandit subordinates in an instant.

The feeling of his life hanging on the other person's whims was downright terrifying.

What if the situation deviated from the plot? What if Shanks and his crew were angered?

Calm down! Think of a solution!

Seeg clenched his fists tightly, letting his nails dig into his palms as he tried his best to suppress the panic in his heart.

"Huh? Boss, what's wrong? Why aren't you saying anything?"

Seeg's unusual behavior drew the attention of his bandit subordinates, all of whom turned to look at him.

The bald bandit, ever observant, noticed Seeg's clenched fists and suddenly exclaimed loudly:

"The boss is finally getting serious!"

"Back when the boss faced an enemy with a bounty as high as five million Berries, he was just like this. In the end, he took the guy down barehanded!"

"Now that you mention it, I remember that too!"

"The boss is getting serious again—looks like he's about to make a big move this time!"

The bandits all started discussing excitedly. Several of them reached for the hilts of their swords, drawing them with a loud shing as they prepared for action.

The sound of drawn swords shifted the atmosphere dramatically.

The barmaid suddenly covered her mouth with both hands, stifling a scream, though her pupils couldn't help but tremble with fear.

How had things escalated to this point?

Seeg took a sharp breath, nearly choking on air.

"Am I... truly such a legendary Bandit King that I've gathered such exceptional subordinates?"

"This is absolutely terrifying!"

If these bandits really charged at the Red-Haired Pirates with their swords, the nature of the confrontation would completely change. There was no way Shanks and his crew wouldn't retaliate.

Seeg stiffened.

His fists stiffened!

He was genuinely tempted to beat this group of exceptional subordinates senseless.

"Put your swords away! Who dares to make a move?!"

Seeg glared fiercely at his subordinates, his tone radiating murderous intent.

After a brief silence, the bald bandit once again showed a face of sudden realization.

"I get it now! The boss intends to... take on the entire enemy crew by himself this time, doesn't he?!"