Chapter 393

"Where else are you going?" Nami threw herself onto the treasure bundle, like an octopus spotting prey.

"Where else... Anyway, it's not allowed!" A tug-of-war between Sima Di and Nami.

"Sima Di, think of Luffy, who is crying for food, and Zoro, who is always clamoring for alcohol. As the first mate, do you not think of them at all?"

"Luffy is already an adult! Zoro drinks alcohol, he doesn't suck milk! Let go!"

"Sima Di... I beg you, think of Merry, lying on the sickbed. It still needs a huge sum of money for repairs..." Nami wiped away tears that didn't exist at the corner of her eyes.

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"So Trafalgar is your son?" Luffy nodded with great seriousness.

Sima Di casually threw the expired snacks beside him away. The snacks, having been there too long, were as hard as stones; hitting Luffy on the head, they created a huge lump.

Nami thought of the wanted poster hanging on Sima Di's door, staring at Sima Di with ill intent and smiling. However, Nami's thoughts were not as deep as Robin's; she only thought this was a wonderful fate.

After that, the Straw Hat crew stayed there for another day. Besides Luffy and the others eating to their hearts' content, there was also the matter of purchasing other medicines for Sima Di.

The medicine is for both internal ingestion and external application; it will take about a week to recover.

To Sima Di's surprise, shortly after Chopper took that prescription, he improved it, greatly shortening the medical time.

Three days until Sima Di regains his sight!

He should have known earlier; this guy arranging a meeting between himself and his parents was absolutely not as simple as imagined.

This is a threat, using his parents' lives to threaten him against suicide.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it..."

Sima Di's expression was hideous and terrifying, his eyes filled with hatred, staring straight at the scattered pieces of paper on the floor. And his arms were already scratched until they were covered in fresh blood.

Suddenly, he sprang up, turned around, and kicked the bed over with one foot.

"Belial! Damn it! Why did you choose me! Where exactly did I offend you! Couldn't you just let me go?"

"Tarans! Xigamo! Lu Kasi... They are all maniacs with a long list of crimes on their hands, while I am just someone who killed a prostitute, and moreover, within your game! Apart from those ramblings, the works! In what way did I make you care so much!"

"If you want to continue the game! You can go find those madmen! Murders are happening around the clock in this world! There are plenty of cruel and perverted ones! Anti-social personality types are everywhere! Why do you cling to me and refuse to let go!"

Sima Di indiscriminately destroyed everything in the room that could be destroyed.

Until the person on the monitor saw this madman go mad again, until a nurse rushed into the room to stop his frenzy, until someone shoved a needle of sedative hard into Sima Di's neck.

"I am just... I am just an ordinary person... Can't you just let me go..."

Sima Di released his blood-soaked hands, letting them hang weakly by his sides, tears flowing continuously, and then... fell into unconsciousness.

When Sima Di woke up again, he was back in that room that made him feel stifled and nauseous.

Through the gaps in the window bars, Sima Di could judge that it was now night; the sky was full of stars, yet the moon was not visible.

He looked at the adjacent bed; the self-harming, violent madman was not there. Turning his head, he found the room in a complete mess.

No need to think to know; this dear roommate had gone mad just like him, perhaps even more severely. Now the roommate should be in the observation room.

He thought, his ears could finally be quiet for a day or two.

At least when sleeping, he wouldn't have to worry about a madman standing by his bedside, ready at any moment to bite the carotid artery on his neck.

That time... Sima Di was just one step away from obtaining the relief he wanted.

Sima Di got up and walked towards the table.

This was something Belial had sent upon his request one time when he wanted to write something.

Sima Di picked up this pile of manuscripts soaked in blood, struggling to pick out a portion that could still be useful.

This blood, half belonged to that dear roommate, and half was his own.

As he sorted through them, Sima Di felt weary.

What exactly was the purpose of writing these things! Was it just for that bastard's game! Even if this could possibly change the essence of the game! The possibility might be pitifully small! Moreover, if this plan made a mistake during execution! It could only lead to another, even more terrible result!

He absolutely would not! He absolutely did not want this kind of thing to be exploited by others again!

"Belial, the more you want something, the more I will not let you get it."

Sima Di tore up all these documents like a madman. This work, not even half completed, turned completely into scraps of waste paper.

Absolutely not!

"Sima Di..."

Suddenly, a call came.

Sima Di turned his head sharply to look, his eyes red, like a beast ready to hunt at any moment.

However, when he saw the other party, Sima Di froze there....

He was standing not far from him, as if he had suddenly appeared.

"How did you appear here!" Sima Di stepped back defensively.

"You... can see me?" The other party's face showed an expression of disbelief.

"Uh... Is your madness that you think you are invisible? Then... okay, okay, I can't see you, get out of here immediately. Does Belial really feel confident I will escape? Not even closing the door?"

Speaking thus, Sima Di walked towards the door, preparing to open it and let this guy who thought he was invisible leave. However, just as Sima Di pushed the door, his expression changed.

Because this door simply would not push open.

"Hey... What exactly are you, how did you get here?" Sima Di stared wide-eyed at this uninvited guest.

"I... who am I?" The other party pointed at himself and asked, looking somewhat silly.

"Hah? You, are you sick or what? Hmm... wait, no wonder I find you familiar. You... are a Cosplayer, right? COSing... " Sima Di thought hard about that name, "Oh, right. It's Trafalgar Law from One Piece! Don't say, your COS is actually quite like him, and you're quite handsome, but unfortunately, you're a madman. But no matter how you snuck into this room! You'd better disappear from my sight within two seconds! I am a mental patient with violent tendencies; even if I kill you, I won't receive any punishment 1.0!"

There was contempt in Sima Di's eyes.

Look at this guy; the dress-up is quite convincing, but he is just a pitiful fellow with delusions.

"What Cosplayer?" He was stunned, as if he didn't understand Sima Di's words.

"Don't pretend you don't understand! Neither of us is from the sixties, so what are you pretending to be an antique for! Trafalgar Law, I give you three more seconds, roll out of here just like you rolled into this room! Or I'll call the Three Admirals of the Navy to deal with you!"

Sima Di subconsciously wanted to grab something to defend himself, but then realized this was a mental hospital; there wasn't even anything to commit suicide with, let alone anything for self-defense. Perhaps the Onigiri held by this Cosplayer was just a rubber toy.

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Luo's face twisted into an expression of helplessness and amusement; it seemed he truly regarded himself as a madman.

"Sima Di! Listen! I am not deceiving you! Nor am I suffering from delusions! I know you are currently imprisoned here by the Spades, and you have no desire whatsoever to host some death game." Luo explained with all his might.

"What..." Sima Di's pupils contracted, his guarded attitude easing slightly. "You... believe what I say is not madness?"

"I know, I know everything. Stop being afraid, okay? I will take you away from here..."

"Take me away from here..."

Sima Di's heart was now in turmoil.

He could see the pain in that person's eyes, yet he could not determine whether the person before him was merely a simple madman or truly knew something.

Sometimes, madmen act better than normal people.

Because in the consciousness of normal people, they are acting, while in the consciousness of madmen, all of this is real.

Luo also saw Sima Di's distrust, so he placed Ghost Cry on the ground, signaling that he posed no threat.

Sima Di could hear the crisp sound the blade made when placed on the ground. It was not a rubber toy, but a genuine iron product.

He stepped forward, picked up Ghost Cry, and drew the blade; the edge was cold, gleaming with a chilling light.

"Is this a real weapon?"

"Yes. It is real. Its name is Ghost Cry; it has accompanied me for many years." Luo paused in his tone, then continued, "I know you do not believe me yet, but I know the Seventh Generation Cage King of China, Machinaga and Orta, the Eighth Generation Virus Source, Evelyn, the Ninth Generation Burgundy Gentleman, Lu Hai... and you, the Tenth Generation Heart, Sima Di. My pirate crew initially wanted to be named after Sima Di, but my navigator stopped me, saying no one names a crew after a person's name, so I had to take a step back and use your title—the Heart Pirate Crew."

Two days later.

The Straw Hat Crew arrived at Water Seven and moored the Merry at the rear shore.

Luffy, Nami, and Usopp took the treasure, preparing to exchange it for Berries.

Robin and Chopper also went out to play.

Sanji, seeing that the ladies were not on the ship, also planned to go ashore to see what ingredients were available.

Zoro stayed behind to guard the ship.

Hmm? Wait. He didn't seem to remember Sima Di going ashore.

Zoro entered the cabin, searched around, and finally found Sima Di hiding in the forward gun deck, muttering quietly to himself, acting furtively as he did who-knows-what.

"Hey! What are you doing!"

Sima Di jumped in fright. "N-nothing, haha..."

"Don't you plan to go down and take a look? I can guard the ship alone," Zoro said.

"Is that so! Then the Burden..."

"You cannot take it off. It is just sightseeing, not fighting."