One Piece: Buggy the Clown Who Fell From Grace

It was as if facing some enormous creature; fear arose instinctively.

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

I always felt that the other person's next move was to stab me with that knife.

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

"Um, I have a question for you."

"If you buried a treasure and left clues behind."

"Whom do you intend to leave this treasure to?"

"..." Vander Deiken paused, his nerves on edge, the clown's question causing him to lose his composure.

However, his palms seemed to be itching to move.

His pirate nature made him want to take another chance.

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

"That's right!"

Bucky clapped his hands, as if in praise.

"When I was searching for those treasures, what I encountered most often were those that claimed to be treasures that only a certain family or a certain bloodline could touch, and that anyone else who dared to touch them would find an unparalleled and terrible curse."

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

"Guess what happened next?"

He asked further, the small knife he was twirling in his hand almost touching Vander Deiken's face.

The word "curse" struck a chord with Vander Deikun, who had always claimed to be a man suffering from the "target curse."

His hands trembled; he longed to touch the other person, yet feared some terrible consequences.

So remain silent and listen to what the clown has to say next.

The clown licked his lips, grinning wickedly.

"Later, I found the family with that specific bloodline on a small island."

"Then I had several buckets of blood."

"I used that blood to paint the doors of the vault red."

But the door still wouldn't open.

The clown's knife was pressed against Vander Deikun's face, cold to the touch.

A dark red shadow vaguely appeared behind him.

Vander Deiken's inner fears were involuntarily magnified to their maximum.

Conqueror's Haki?

No, that's not right. A king's aura shouldn't be like that.

Why does it also possess the power to awe and move people?

From Vander Deiken I to the present Vander Deiken IX, there is absolutely no mention of anything like this in the information passed down through the generations.

His Conqueror's Haki was also completely different from that of Whitebeard and Roger, whom he had witnessed.

Furthermore, he specifically mentioned curses and blood; was he implying something?

Does he mean that if I dare to use my abilities on him, I will pay a bloody price?

Fear paralyzed his body.

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

We can only hope that this clown isn't as terrifying as that red-haired guy.

Both of them were on that ship, and they were about the same age back then.

Van der Deiken felt uneasy.

He couldn't understand how he could tolerate a stranger pressing a knife to his face without doing anything.

"Well, later I used a lot of bombs, and with a bang, I blew the door open, only to find that the so-called mechanism had long since aged and failed due to the effects of time."

"The curse doesn't even exist."

"This story teaches us that curses and prophecies are all nonsense."

Hawkins, standing to the side, nodded to himself.

He might have disagreed before, but now he wholeheartedly agrees.

Divination and all that stuff is utter bullshit!

"Why are you being so serious, Mr. van der Deiken?"

"Isn't my joke funny?"

Bucky pressed the knife against the corner of Vander Deacon's mouth and slowly pulled it upwards.

Blood slid down the blade and dripped slowly off the hilt.

His eyes also had a dark red hue.

The devil came out to support him voluntarily.

He burst into laughter because of the fear and apprehension in Vander Deiken's heart.

It seemed as if they were laughing at him for actually listening attentively to a madman's joke.

And he didn't even smile.

joke?

Vander Deiken's expression was worse than crying, and his cut lip was stinging painfully.

He had tried to approach the clown in front of him several times already.

It's not a curse, of course. It's just the power of the Target-Target Fruit. Once an opponent is targeted, the object thrown by the user will automatically track them to the ends of the earth, unless it is shot down or blocked by an obstacle along the way.

Once, a merman was defeated by his power and was pierced by the countless arrows he threw, leaving him a bloody mess.

And the gift he gave to Princess Shirahoshi was the same.

At first, he sent love letters, but the other party never responded, and Vander Deiken became increasingly impatient.

The gifts sent gradually changed from love letters to threatening letters, weapons, and fish-man limbs.

His possessiveness burned like fire, and he could not find peace until he could have Princess Shirahoshi as his own.

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

So, ever since he sent his first love letter eight years ago, Vander Deikun has never washed his hands.

"...Do you want to lock the door on the left?"

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

"don’t worry."

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

"What I need to do is very simple."

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

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 97 Fishman Street

"Huh...huh..."

Van der Deiken gasped for breath, clutching his stinging mouth.

Even though he was a pirate and a criminal, he felt like he couldn't breathe when facing the clown.

Just like those small fry who were knocked unconscious by the Conqueror's Haki of the strong.

This was difficult for Vander Deiken to accept.

Moreover, what is that dark red shadow? Is it a demon?

Thankfully, I didn't die...

This is the most fortunate thing.

Vander Deiken felt that if he had dared to say "no" just now, that demon would have killed him.

A shadowy look crept across his rat-like face.

"As long as I can get Princess Shirahoshi..."

"We must get revenge!"

His gaze, whether filled with pain or hatred, was bloodshot.

Buggy was completely oblivious to his gaze. There were plenty of people who wanted revenge on him, Satan, Akainu, and Doflamingo were all ahead of this guy in line.

But it's quite interesting.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

"You want to go to the island, right? I have a way."

"Van der Deiken said in a muffled voice."

He is very clear about his own value.

At the same time, he glared fiercely at Watatsumi.

Why would someone bring all sorts of demons to him? Does he have a death wish?

Watatsumi was still looking at the two of them with expectant eyes.

From his perspective, Red Nose was simply telling the captain a rather interesting story.

So, are they going to play games next?