the King of Pirates of the East Sea

The burly mountain bandit scratched his head upon hearing this, showing an expression of surprise.

"Boss, it's me, Gillman! Don't you recognize me?"

Gillman... who is that?

Sig felt a little confused, but still nodded slightly on the surface.

If he were to say he didn't remember the person at all, it would be a bit awkward.

"Oh, it's Gillman..."

Sig patted Gillman's muscular arm, smiling faintly.

"Looks like you've been training well, I almost didn't recognize you."

"I knew Boss wouldn't forget me."

Gillman scratched his head and let out a sigh of relief.

"After all, Boss, you've said that you'd support my dream of becoming the King of East Sea Bandits."

"But Boss, I'm different from a few days ago."

"My new dream is to see you, Boss, ascend to the pinnacle of the world and become the one and only King of all Bandits!"

"Boss, although I'm just a newcomer to the Sig Bandit Group and my strength is nowhere near yours, please allow me to continue following you and contribute to your grand ambition!"

"Oh, so you're new, no wonder you look a bit unfamiliar..."

Sig nodded slightly, but then quickly snapped back to reality, his eyes widening slightly.

"New? What did you say? Where did this 'newcomer' come from in our bandit group? And what is this King of Bandits nonsense?"

The tall bandit scratched his head, seemingly puzzled, and asked back.

"But Boss Sig, every day, a lot of new people join the bandit group, right?"

After a brief silence, Sig suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

He quickened his pace, heading towards his hideout.

Along the way, more and more bandits appeared.

"Boss."

"Hello, Boss, I'm new here."

"Boss Sig, I'm new here as well..."

The sweat on Sig's forehead started to increase.

Even after just finishing a 10 km run, he had never sweated this much.

What's going on, how many subordinates do I even have?

Sig roared inwardly.

But before long, his steps suddenly halted.

In front of him appeared an extremely huge and imposing figure.

This figure was a towering 7 meters tall, incredibly noticeable.

Sig, standing at 1.9 meters, was like a small child in front of him, barely reaching his thigh.

"Boss, I'm also new here."

The giant, 7-meter-tall, iron-tower-like man spoke.

Sig furrowed his brows.

Unlike the other new bandits, this towering 7-meter-tall, bear-like man gave him a strange sense of familiarity.

But where did such a giant bandit come from in his group?

If Sig had really considered it, he would have noticed him the very first day he crossed over.

Confused, Sig carefully scrutinized the giant.

Upon closer inspection, a cold chill ran down his spine.

He finally recognized the person...

Bartholomew Kuma!

One of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, a revolutionary army officer!

Why is he here?

"Sorry for the interruption, goodbye."

Sig quickly spoke, while casually averting his gaze and continuing along the mountain path.

He didn't want to know why Kuma was here.

It would be better if everyone just pretended nothing happened, wouldn't it?

However, Sig's nervous heartbeat betrayed him.

Thump, thump, thump, thump...

The dull sound of the Emperor Engine echoed through the mountains.

In an instant, just as Kuma, who had just parted ways with Sig and was about to leave, felt his massive and powerful body tremble slightly. Then, he slowly turned his head back.

The sweat on Sig's forehead kept increasing. He continued to pretend not to feel Kuma's gaze and turned his head to look in another direction.

"The sky is so blue, the grass is so green, and the air is so fresh..."

Sig pretended that nothing had happened and continued trudging forward with heavy steps.

But the next moment, every drop of blood in Sig's body seemed to freeze!

In the direction he had been looking at, a seemingly unremarkable bush rustled slightly.

A few cloaked figures emerged from it.

The leader, whose half face was covered by dark red tattoos under his cloak, stepped forward.

Monkey D. Dragon!

"Mr. Sig, please forgive us for our earlier test."

Hearing the sound of the Emperor Engine, Dragon also felt a wave of pressure in his heart, regretting it a little.

"We have no intention of being your enemy, but came here with good intentions, only wanting to have a proper conversation with you, Mr. Sig."

Sig took a deep breath and carefully examined his surroundings.

Monkey D. Dragon, the leader of the Revolutionary Army.

Bartholomew Kuma, a Revolutionary Army officer and secret undercover agent.

And a large-faced cross-dressing king, Ivankov.

It could be said that the important figures of the Revolutionary Army in the East Sea had all appeared in front of him.

"I have nothing to discuss with you. It's certainly no good, so get out of here!"

Sig wanted to say this.

But he knew his own limits.

With the leader of the Revolutionary Army, Dragon, personally visiting, he had no choice.

However... should he agree?

Sig's heart was in turmoil... He truly had no idea what Dragon's intentions were or what would happen next.

"This is not a place for chatting. Come to my mountain stronghold and we can talk there."

Sig finally said this.

...

A little while later, Sig led Dragon and the others to the front of his stronghold's gate.

However, at this moment, including Dragon and Sig, their steps all halted, as they were all drawn in by the sight before them.

In front of the stronghold, a hundred or so bandits, wearing headscarves, were gathered together.

At the very front of all the bandits stood a bald man with a shiny forehead.

At this moment, the bald bandit appeared like a military officer inspecting soldiers. He stood in front of the hundred or so bandits with a serious expression, shouting loudly:

"Our king, he is destined to lead the bandits of the four seas to rise and correct the wrong pirate era!"

"The dawn of the Great Bandit Era is coming! For the glory of the Bandit King!"

The next second, more than a hundred bandits shouted in unison:

"For the glory of the Bandit King!"

The sound of their unified voices blended into one, echoing through the mountains, with the echoes lasting for a long time.

Sig stood there, stunned, not knowing what kind of expression he should have.

The sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, shining on the bald head at the front of the crowd, making it look like a glowing boiled egg, which almost made Sig's eyes hurt.

Sig almost felt like he was about to tear up in emotion.

"How do I have such brilliant subordinates?"

For a brief moment, Sig even thought he had wandered onto the wrong set.

After a while, he finally snapped back to reality and whispered:

"What is going on here?"

"Boss! You came just in time!"

The bald bandit looked overjoyed.

"Boss, your plan is a complete success! We've already gathered the surrounding bandit forces!"

"Now, in the entire lawless zone, our Sig Bandit Group is the true uncrowned king!"

"Some people are even already calling you, Boss, the Bandit King of the Goya Kingdom."

At this point, the bald bandit slowly started to tear up.

"Boss, we haven't let you down!"