One Piece: Arkham: Buggy the Clown

Chapter 205 Immortality
The big snake head in Buggy's hand had a scrutinizing look in its eyes.

"Torn apart?"

Orochi took another look at the surrounding situation. The original five-story castle was forcibly pieced together by Buggy into a large flat floor.

Take another look at yourself.

The cut on the neck was smooth and the blood vessels were still surging.

Only two fruits can achieve this kind of ability that seems to be dividing but not dividing: the fruit of splitting and the fruit of surgery.

"No, that's not right. The demon with the power to split into pieces is not like that, even if he is very close."

This head is obviously much calmer, and even if being held captive, it will still prioritize analyzing the situation.

But the other seven heads were not so good-tempered.

They were forcibly awakened, their eyes erect and glaring like copper bells, and their huge body with eight heads connected together swayed anxiously on the floor.

Two of them opened their mouths and made hissing sounds.

"Close to what?"

Bucky asked curiously.

The demonic activity in the Yamata no Orochi seemed to be far beyond what he usually saw.

Have your own complete set of cognition.

There may be more than one set.

He looked at the other snake heads. Their eyes were different, as if they were separate individuals.

In other words, he summoned not just one demon but seven with one devil fruit?

If according to Dr. Vegapunk's theory, devil fruits are formed from people's expectations, then what do mythical beasts like Yamata no Orochi and Ohguchi Shinshin carry?
Is it formed by the same belief as that of becoming a god through burning incense?

Doesn't this mean that Devil Fruits can be created or transformed by shaping beliefs and expectations?
Or maybe, the expectations when the devil fruit was condensed were not the expectations of people of their generation, but the expectations of people during that blank hundred years.

From this perspective, is it possible that the mythical beasts are the incarnations of people who once existed, just like Nika?
Unfortunately, until he traveled through time, there was no definite explanation for these things, and Bucky could only make random guesses.

"Of course I'm mature."

Although the snake head in his hand was surrounded by black flames and slowly repaired, the burnt smell could not be covered up.

It makes people want to pour soul juice on it and then take a big bite.

It would be best served with a purple apple.

Hmm. When is this memory from?

Bucky's expression remained unchanged, except that his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Mature demon, like you don't, are we like this?"

"Also, among the guys you just mentioned, do they include the old spider guy, the one who likes to stare?"

While he was asking questions, the other seven snake heads had already surrounded Bucky, wrapping him up with their tails layer by layer.

But it didn't tighten...it seemed to be waiting for him to struggle.

But Buggy's calmness was a little beyond Orochi's expectations.

"You have too many questions."

"I need to think about it carefully. After all, it is something too old. It takes a lot of effort to dig it out from the depths of memory, especially when there are many intertwined memories."

"What about this?"

Bucky pointed at the snake body that was wrapped around him.

"I am just an old snake that has just woken up from the distant past. I feel very insecure, especially when my head is held by someone else. Can you understand?"

"Of course, I understand all of this."

The charred snake head didn't pay much attention to what Bucky said, but looked thoughtful. His eyeballs rolled around a few times, and when he saw that the snake body had wrapped around Bucky without a single gap, he suddenly revealed a cunning and fierce smile.

"I thought of it!"

He let out a low cry, and the body that was originally just wrapping around Bucky suddenly tightened, with cold gray scales pressing down on him.

"I figured out where that strange smell on you comes from!"

The snake's body was strangled, and Bucky's body was crushed into pieces in an instant.

"You ate the devil, hahahaha, you must have eaten the devil, a human like you actually dared to eat the devil!"

The charred snake head looked at the flesh foam squeezed in his body, his eyes full of complacency. The anger from being forcibly awakened had subsided a lot, and it was as if he had seen some treasure.

The snake's belly dragged on the floor with a rustling sound. The strangled snake's body slowly loosened, and its scales rubbed against each other, making a rustling sound.

Like the sound of chain mail running.

The severed neck came over and took over the charred snake head, its eyes still fixed on the crushed flesh of the clown.

"But it's also thanks to you." The big snake glanced at one of the snake heads...a snake head with dull eyes and a rough temperament, who was very inconspicuous among the ferocious snake heads.

"Thanks to your fear, I can control this body so smoothly. Hmm... When was the last time I felt this way? I think it was the third host?"

His eyes swept to the third snake head on the left, and the originally ferocious snake head drooped under his gaze.

“It’s too crowded, isn’t it?”

"There is still such a waste."

The scorched snake head had the strongest will and controlled the main control of the body. His gaze stayed on the third snake head for a very short time.

Soon he put it on the head that seemed to be frightened.

After the big snake awakened, its body expanded rapidly, except for its head.

Denjiro could recognize that it should be the Kurozumi Orochi, but what were the origins of the other snake heads?
While he was confused, his attention was still on the ball of flesh that Bucky had turned into.

A guy who can confront Kaido...would he die so easily?

Denjiro thinks not, and Kurozumi Orochi also thinks not.

Jiao Xiang Snake thinks so.

He saw the clown talking to him with a smile on his face, oh, and even stuffed a low-grade fruit into his mouth.

Completely mastering the ability to split into pieces may be a highlight, but the disadvantage... the snakehead is also very clear about it.

"But soon...soon things will be different." The scorched snake head said with greed in his eyes.

"To be able to walk in the world as a demon instead of a host... Those old guys would never have thought that there is such a way in this era."

He dragged his tail and gathered up the minced meat.

As the scattered flesh gathered together, a face slowly formed on top of it.

Bucky felt that he should still show the other party some respect, so he put his face together again, showing the same smile as before.

Then he said slowly: "You speak, I am listening."

"Hey!"

The scorched snake head suddenly widened its eyes.

"How is this possible? How can the ability to be torn into pieces stop the strangulation?!"

This went against his understanding.

Somewhat like...elementalization?

"Who knows? Why don't you try again?"

Bucky pieced together a complete head, but the flesh had disappeared, and there was a mocking smile on his face.

He was quite interested in what the snakehead said.

"Relax, we still have plenty of time."

He responded with a few words of comfort.

"At least now I am very interested in listening to your stories about the past, er... especially about those old friends.

You know, my game with them has just begun.”

"Hey!"

The charred snake head had made no effort to conceal its ferocity and ruthlessness. While Bucky was speaking, it raised its tail and slapped down again.

At the same time, one of the heads opened its mouth and spit.

He spat out a stream of red saliva with a pungent smell, which instantly corroded the wooden board as soon as it touched it.

Compared to how Kurozumi Orochi used this fruit ability as a resurrection coin, Jiaoxiang Snakehead obviously knew how to use it better. Then he saw the half of Buggy's body that had just been pieced together turned into a ball of gas and floated up.

The red water didn't touch him.

"The Gas Fruit?! You ate more than one demon!?"

The snake head cried out in surprise, and at the same time, another snake head suddenly bit the gas.

Bit a ball of air.

The clown seemed to have become even more vaporized, making it difficult to observe even with the naked eye. Only Denjiro could sense the clown's aura through his observation Haki... mixed with the snake?
"Hey!"

The scorched snake head seemed to sense something strange, and it spit out its tongue and roared.

Something scratched his scales?

Should I say something is looming over him?
The scorched snake head thought of the gas fruit just now, and his expression suddenly changed again.

But before he could react, Bucky had already gathered a finger around his neck.

The gas has already hidden in the gaps between the scales, and now all that's missing is a flame.

Bucky condensed this finger just for the flame.

"Iron."

The sound came in the air, and the fingers quickly scraped across the cold gray scales, and a few sparks flew out.

Then there was a continuous burst of flames exploding from under the giant snake's scales.

Blue blood clots spurted out.

When it got on the wooden board, the brown board immediately became moldy, like a piece of sunken wood that had been soaked in the river for dozens or hundreds of years.

Denjiro quickly covered his exposed skin with his sleeves and retreated hundreds of meters.

"Hiss!!"

The Yamata no Orochi suddenly emerged from the smoke and dust surrounded by the fire, his whole body was torn into pieces as if it had been bitten by a dog. The explosion that passed through its scales indeed caused him considerable damage.

"so far so good!"

Seeing him come out, Bucky was relieved. His body was gathered together again, but only half of it was floating in the air.

"It would be boring if it was vulnerable."

There was a playful look in his eyes, and the way he looked at the toy was particularly stimulating to the big snake.

"Demons are immortal!!"

The charred snake head roared, and he returned to the state just taken out of the frying pan, but with multiple layers of smoky flavor.

The black flames climbed up again, and the scattered blood clots quickly vaporized, leaving only a trace of corruption, while the body began to recover quickly.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

"Are you serious, undead?"

Bucky clapped his hands heavily, his eyes suddenly becoming excited.

"That's going to be interesting!!"

After hearing this answer, Bucky completely let go. It was too difficult for him to restrain himself, so why not just have fun!

The pitch-black lines instantly overwhelmed the momentum of the Yamata no Orochi.

"You know what I like most besides explosions?"

The chaotic lines were like black guns, nailing the Yamata no Orochi piece by piece.

"I like to use a knife, cutting one cut at a time, so that I can carefully see the fear and distortion on a person's face, or even a snake's face."

"Roar!!"

The Yamata no Orochi was not completely unable to move, but its body seemed to be paralyzed and it was twitching, and several of its heads were spitting out red water.

The wooden boards have been corroded layer by layer, and wherever the red water touches them, they are collapsing little by little.

"Struggle harder!"

Buggy first entered elemental form to avoid the overturning of the red water, then suddenly appeared on top of the scorched snake's head and stepped on it hard.

"Roar——"

The scorched snake's head was stepped on and became mute, and it was pushed face down on the ground for about ten meters.

“In fact, I just wanted to try it.”

Bucky stepped on the snake's head and sliced ​​out the meat with a knife.

The other snake heads saw the right opportunity and were about to bite, but suddenly flames burst out from their necks.

"Cut it into thin slices to make the sauce!"

He chopped the flesh on the snake's head and face into very fine pieces, and the white bones were exposed on the surface of the snake's head.

"Is ten pounds enough?"

"How about a taste first?"

The charred snake head clenched its teeth, but their teeth were broken by force. Ten pounds of cheek meat was chopped into pieces and forcefully stuffed into his own mouth.

If it was other human flesh, he could still enjoy it.

But it was his own flesh.

"Oh, ten pounds of thinness is not enough, you need ten pounds of fat!"

The Joker's change was sudden.

It seemed that from that sentence, that he was immortal, it was as if some switch was touched in the other party, and the repressed temperament dissipated in vain, and was replaced by endless madness.

It seems... the other party has always been like this, but has been restraining himself.

Restraint is wrong.

"Why are you so serious hehehe?"

The small knife with a pitch-black armed color domineering aura pierced into the corner of the snake's mouth, and then cut to the ear, and the same method was repeated on the other side.

"Look, you look so happy now!"

"Roar!!"

The Jiaoxiang snake head was suppressed by the most demonic aura and could not move. After the other snake heads recovered from the explosion, they suddenly went crazy.

They feel the same way.

"Too thin, too thin!"

Every bit of flesh and bone on the charred snake head was removed, leaving only the snake skull, which was charred black.

The old flesh is stuck at the neck, and new flesh is growing on the bones.

Yamata no Orochi suddenly understood why that guy was so scared...

A mad snake head suddenly took a bite of Bucky, but before he could swallow it, his mouth was suddenly exploded into two.

The eyes of the charred snake head slowly became numb as it was being cut into pieces, and it even began to ponder the meaning of its own existence.

For the first time, he hated his ability to regenerate.

Yamata no Orochi couldn't tell how much time had passed.

The snake heads were fried one after another, but the head that was chopped into minced meat was always the same one, and every piece of flesh on the skull was cut very cleanly.

The other party was like playing a game of whack-a-mole. Wherever there was granulation tissue growing, there would be the flash of a knife immediately.

The snake's belly swelled up.

Finally, when his mind was about to commit suicide, the knife fell to the ground with a clink.

The clown was holding the snake's head, and the eyeball without flesh and blood was lonely.

"Can you tell me in detail now, those memories that are old enough?"

Bucky wiped his hands and looked kind.

"I don't know... I am just... one of the hosts of Yamata no Orochi... a head... is a host. After I died, I became a part of this fruit..."

"Let me go...please..."

"That won't work."

(End of this chapter)