One Piece: Arkham: Buggy the Clown

Chapter 96 Joke
Now that things have come to this, there is no point in hiding.

Vander Decken pressed the brim of his hat to cover half of his face, pretending to be a cold and stern master.

"Although I don't know why you are looking for me, no matter what kind of cooperation it is, it is impossible."

“I have only one goal from beginning to end.”

"That's Princess Shirahoshi!"

His eyes were filled with fanatical possessive desire, but he was extremely indifferent to Bucky and the others.

Vander Decken has never liked these foreign pirates.

The reason why he hid was because of the reputation of the Pirate King.

Red Nose was also on that ship.

As for other information, he didn't know much, or rather, he was not interested in knowing it.

"Wow!"

Bucky grinned, his expression a little exaggerated, like admiration, but also like sarcasm.

"An unexpectedly persistent pirate!"

"Perseverance is a good thing."

He spread his hands and walked very casually.

"Do you want to know what my obsession is?"

"Um sorry, they were a bit noisy."

Bucky suddenly stabbed the knife into his head and stirred it.

After using the split-psycho technique too many times, sometimes there will be several more voices in your head.

Just like the college students and Hara Baki who shouldn't have been there.

The voice of the devil can still be heard occasionally.

But he already had schizophrenia, and now he just has several more splits.

"Where was I just now?"

Bucky shook his head again, as if to shake his brains out.

"Yes, persistence."

This is a lunatic!
Vander Decken's heart skipped a beat and he couldn't help but feel a sense of fear.

It was like facing some giant creature, fear was born from instinct.

His eyes were fixed on the clown's every move.

I always feel that the other party's next move is to stab me with the knife.

"I used to be obsessed with chasing treasures, especially those hidden treasures left behind by great pirates."

"Well, let me ask you a question."

"Suppose you buried a treasure and left a clue."

"Who do you want to leave this treasure to?"

"." Vander Decken was stunned for a moment. He was extremely nervous. The clown's question made him lose his composure.

But his hands were restless.

The pirate's nature made him want to fight again.

"If there is such a treasure, of course it will be left to my descendants."

"That's right!"

Bucky clapped his hands, as if in praise.

"When I was looking for treasures, I often encountered treasures that claimed that only a certain family or a certain bloodline could touch them. Anyone else who dared to touch them would find an extremely terrible curse."

"Once, I encountered a treasure house door that could only be opened by someone of a certain bloodline."

"Guess what happened next?"

He asked further, the knife twirling in his hand almost touching Vander Decken's face.

The word curse touched Vander Decken somewhat, as he had always claimed that he was a man suffering from the "Target Curse".

His hands were trembling. He wanted to touch the other person, but was afraid of some serious consequences.

So just keep silent and listen to what the clown says next.

The clown licked his lips and smiled.

"Then I found the family of that particular bloodline on a small island."

"Then I had buckets of blood." "I used that blood to paint the door of the treasure house red."

"But the door still won't open."

The clown's knife was cold against Vander Decken's face.

A dark red shadow vaguely emerged behind him.

Vander Decken's inner fear was involuntarily magnified to the maximum.

Overlord color and domineering?
No, that's not right. The temperament of a king should not be like this.

Why do they have the same power to shock the soul?
From Vander Decken I to the present Vander Decken IX, there is no such thing in the information passed down from generation to generation.

The domineering color of Whitebeard and Roger was also completely different from what he had seen.

Also, he specifically mentioned curses and blood, was he hinting at something?

Does he mean that if I dare to use my ability on him, I will pay the price in blood?

Fear paralyzed his body.

Ever since his stronghold was exposed, he was already in a passive position.

I can only hope that this clown isn't as scary as that red-haired guy.

But they were both on that ship and were about the same age.
Vander Decken was terrified.

He didn't know how he could tolerate a stranger putting a knife to his face and not do anything.

"Well, later I used a lot of bombs and blew the door open with a bang, and then I found that the so-called mechanism had aged and failed due to the effect of time."

"The curse doesn't even exist."

"This story tells us that things like curses and prophecies can all be attributed to bullshit."

Hawkins on the side nodded secretly.

He might have objected in the past, but now he fully agrees.

Divination and the like are all bullshit!
"Why so serious, Mr. Vander Decken?"

"Aren't my jokes funny?"

Bucky pressed the knife against the corner of Vander Decken's mouth and lifted it up little by little.
The blood slid down the blade and dripped slowly after hitting the handle.

His eyes were also dark red.

The devil came out voluntarily to support him.

Laugh at Vander Decken's fear and panic.

It seemed as if he was laughing at the fact that he was listening seriously to a joke told by a madman.

And he's not smiling.

joke?

The expression on Vander Decken's face was uglier than crying, and the cut corners of his mouth were stinging.

He had wanted to reach out to the clown in front of him several times.

Of course, it is not a curse, but the ability of the Target Target Fruit. Once the opponent is targeted, the items thrown by the user will automatically track to the ends of the earth, unless they are shot down or blocked by obstacles on the way.

There was once a fishman who was defeated by his ability and was pierced into a bloody mess by the countless arrows he threw.

The same was true of the gift he gave to Princess Shirahoshi.

At first, he threw love letters, but the other party never responded, and Vander Decken became more and more impatient.

The gifts also changed from love letters to threatening letters, weapons, and fish-man body parts.

The possessiveness in his heart burned like fire, and he would not be able to calm down until he could possess Princess Shirahoshi all to himself.

However, as long as he washes his hands, the locked target will be cleared.

So since sending out his first love letter eight years ago, Vander Decken has never washed his hands.

"..Ning. Want to lock the door on the left?"

His muffled voice sounded as if he had blood foam in his mouth, and that was indeed the case.

"don’t worry."

Instead, the clown smiled and comforted him, then raised the knife to the other side of his mouth.

"What I'm going to do is very simple."

"Get what I want, and bring a little fairness to this place."

(End of this chapter)