One Piece: Buggy the Clown Who Fell From Grace

In this malicious hierarchical division, places like Fishman Street should have long ago given rise to criminals like the Penguin and the Riddler.

But it was too calm.

If there are irreconcilable internal conflicts, but a violent rupture has not erupted, then there must be a sufficiently powerful external conflict.

That is hatred towards humanity.

It's hateful, but not hateful enough; to be precise, the hate doesn't outweigh the fear.

So when human pirates wreaked havoc on the island, and even the ownership of the island was fought over by two groups of humans, the fish-men could only cower in the darkest Fishman Street.

The so-called king was just holed up in the Dragon Palace, waiting for someone else to give him instructions.

How can this be considered interesting?

It's like Gotham completely surrendering to evil, where everything is dark, so how can it be interesting?

Bucky wanted them to hate him even more.

When hatred reaches a certain level, fear will naturally be forgotten.

Once the fear is gone, things naturally become lively.

He doesn't feel lonely when there's liveliness around.

The game has started.

Chaos naturally begins with those who are most wronged.

His eyes held a sinister and contemptuous look.

Are you just going to watch like this?

"I advise you to let him go."

The mild-mannered bartender put down his glass and pulled out eight red-tasseled spears from under the bar.

He is the giant squid fishman, and beneath the bartender's clothes are bulging muscles.

The gentle expression on his face was only when he was facing fish-men and mermaids.

When facing Bucky, a human, his eyes were filled with hatred and contempt.

"Boss Icarus!"

The fish-men's voices were filled with excitement.

He is a bartender and also an executive member of the New Fishman Pirates.

“Now, a human is standing on a fishman’s face.” Bucky rubbed Mushi’s foot as he stepped on it, a provocative smile on his face. “I thought you were going to pounce on me and kill me, but it was just a word of advice?”

Are you scared?

"Inferior humans! You are the ones who should be afraid of us fish-men!"

"Swiss-style Squid Gun!"

Icarus let out a low roar, and his eight red-tasseled spears thrust out over a hundred times in an instant.

The afterimage and the gun barrel intertwined, making it impossible to distinguish which was real.

The biggest difference between the New Fishman Pirates and the Sun Pirates led by Fisher Tiger is that they are both Fishman supremacists.

"Paper drawing".

Bucky's body seemed to have shrunk, becoming as flat as a sheet of paper.

Although he uses the shaving technique more often, it doesn't mean he's unfamiliar with the other six techniques.

The red-tasseled spear pierced the air.

Is this the only intensity?

"No wonder we are still oppressed by humans even on our home turf, 10,000 meters underwater."

"Ultimately, it's because you guys are too weak."

"Weak and timid."

Bucky shook his head, looking disappointed.

The phrase "oppressed by humans" seems to particularly provoke these fish-men.

"Die!" Icarus roared, his face contorted in a grimace.

His body pulled backward, and his very flexible tentacles taut.

The red-tasseled spear was thrown out in an instant.

Even paper can be penetrated!

Buggy narrowed his eyes, then extended another finger, its surface covered in jet-black Armament Haki.

Finger gun.

With a soft "poof".

His finger bones snapped out.

A proper finger gun would have fired an air blast this time.

However, Bucky has never been a rule-abiding person. Since he can shoot out his finger bones directly, why does he shoot at the air?

The finger bones covered in Armament Haki resembled a Barrett bullet fired at close range.

It collided head-on with the red-tasseled spear thrown by Icarus.

The black finger bone easily shattered the red-tasseled spear, even leaving a hole the size of a thumb in Icarus's body.

"Boss!"

Mu Xi shouted in a strained voice.

Icarus's body crashed to the ground.

"What a pity, I was thinking that this wine tastes quite good."

"Damn humans!!"

Mu Xi looked utterly horrified, despite his best efforts, he was completely powerless against this terrifying human.

Yes, it's terrifying.

The hatred and contempt that Fishman Street held for humans turned into fear of specific human beings.

"Ahem. Are you here to fight for control of this island too? Then you've come to the wrong place."

Icarus knelt on the floor, clutching his chest, black blood flowing continuously from his mouth.

One of the tentacles reached into the pocket at the waist, as if to take something out.

Human pirates rarely venture into the darkest Fishman Street.

The bustling and dreamlike Coral Street and Dragon Palace are the targets of those human pirates.

After all, the price difference between fish-men and mermaids in the auction market is huge.

"Looks like you're a bit smarter than these little fishmen," Bucky just chuckled.

He has never been interested in so-called ruling power.

"But you still don't understand."

"Look."

"The Dragon Palace is bathed in the brightest sunlight, the mermaids enjoy beauty and adulation, and humans can enjoy dominion."

"You are all I have, nothing else."

The clown lowered his head, a bright smile spreading across his face.

A precious ray of sunlight shone in from outside the tavern, which had been smashed open.

He was facing away from the sunlight.

"How unfair! You have nothing."

"I am here to bring you fairness."

A small knife suddenly emerged from his palm.

A sharp flash of light appeared from the blade.

"Ah!" Icarus roared in pain as one of his tentacles was cleanly severed.

Two black and red capsule-shaped pills stuck to the tentacle suckers he dropped.

ES (Evil Drug)

One of the reasons Bucky came to Fishman Island.

"Shh!"

Bucky gestured for him to be quiet.

The dark blood staining his dark purple suit created a kind of frenzied beauty.

"Don't waste my things."

He plucked the capsules one by one from the tentacle suction cups.

Keep it safe.

"Oh, right, go and call your boss over."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 99 Self-Deception

Another corner of Fishman Street.

A three-masted pirate ship was moored at the street corner, its hull half-buried in the mud, indicating that it had been serving as a building on the street corner for many years.

A black flag hung from the top of the mast.

The painting depicts a crimson sun with flames swirling around its outer edge. The inner circle remains a dark background, but now features a slash symbolizing "crossing out." At each end of the slash is a human body and an alien-like head.