One Piece: Buggy the Clown Who Fell From Grace

He had witnessed too much evil during his time in the Holy Land, and that seeking peace through weakness would only bring more bullying.

The other path is the one that Fisher-Teg and now Jinbe are pursuing: liberation and freedom.

Free yourself from past hatred.

Parada doesn't actually think this path is promising either.

The hatred in Fishman Town shows no sign of abating; in fact, with Whitebeard's passing, human pirates have become rampant again, and the situation is visibly escalating.

"Let's go and see what's going on; things aren't peaceful on the island right now."

Jinbe thought for a while and then decided to follow them.

He didn't like Hody Jones, but he had many friends in Fishman Street who had grown up with him.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 103 Drinking a Cup of Coffee

The sunlight in Fishman Street was not bright.

It could even be described as bleak.

It was no different from yesterday's dusk.

Perhaps the only thing that can be distinguished is the existence of day and night.

The tavern's wooden door creaked open.

Bucky stepped out of the tavern with firm feet.

A sliver or two of sunlight peeked out and shone directly into his eyes, revealing red pupils with no bloodshot streaks.

The black paint around his eyes made them look unusually deep and strange.

"Hehehe, this is really interesting."

Bucky grinned. He had taken about twenty pills that night.

He carefully examined each pill, waiting for the potent drug to evaporate to the point where it stimulated the muscles to tear and regenerate before suddenly taking it out.

It's somewhat like the process of taking the essence and discarding the dross.

He absorbed the permanent increase in power from the drug, discarding its other effects.

Of course, there are side effects as well.

For example, his eyes.

It's fine not to take it; at least the clown doesn't feel anything. To him, aging is just about ending his life in a shorter time and in a more joyful way.

Unfortunately, Bucky's opinion was too strong.

When living with multiple people, compromises are always necessary.

Just like his occasional talk about self-preservation.

"Our goal is certainly not power, but whether we have it or not is a very important question."

Bucky muttered a couple of words.

He looked up and glanced around again.

Although Fishman Street is called a street, the ground beneath your feet is often made of thick wooden planks.

The "streets" are not straight; instead, they resemble coral reefs, layered and irregular.

"Should we provoke these fishmen again, Mr. Bucky?"

Behind her, Swan stretched and yawned, revealing her beautiful figure.

Her short hair, which originally only reached her neck, has now grown to her shoulders, and the ends curl naturally, giving her a mature and sophisticated look.

Her sympathy was only for the tragic plight of fellow slaves.

As for positions like justice versus evil, fish-man supremacy, or human sin, they simply don't exist for her.

Her only concern was the man in front of her.

"Fishmen are supreme!"

"Purge humanity!"

"Take revenge on them!"

"..."

Every now and then, mermen carrying weapons would pass by, shouting slogans.

They all have a dragon tattoo and a tattoo of the New Fishman Pirates.

"No, no need."

Bucky bit his finger, looking somewhat excited.

“Do you know what this looks like?” he suddenly asked.

But before Swann could respond, he continued, "During the Battle of the Fog, I was blowing on a pile of fires that were already burning, trying to make them burn brighter and warmer."

"But this time, I've changed my approach."

“Find a gunpowder barrel, dig out some matches, heat the matches on a fire until they are red-hot, and then throw them back onto the gunpowder barrel.”

"Do you think they're going to explode?"

Bucky opened his hands wide, a joyful smile on his face, then lowered his voice.

"No no no."

"That's what I did yesterday."

"What we're going to do today is put this gunpowder barrel on the fire and heat it up."

Bucky's red-painted lips curled up, and he chuckled twice.

"How was it? Interesting, right?"

Swan understood a little bit.

Fishman Street itself is filled with hatred towards humans, which is what Mr. Bucky calls a powder keg.

And those fishmen in the tavern whose emotions were amplified by Mr. Bucky's power yesterday were like dry tinder.

However, the most crucial factor is that they themselves harbored long-suppressed hatred and anger, which is the main reason for their fanaticism.

A few tinderboxes can quickly spread this fervor, turning it into a collective frenzy, much like a kind of faith.

A collective frenzy can make that frenzy irreversible.

It's like stepping on the gas pedal of a car that's already going downhill.

Mr. Bucky's precise understanding of the psychology of these fish-men is truly admirable.

He seemed to possess innate knowledge, seeing right through their desires and repressions.

I just don't know what Mr. Bucky meant by roasting it over a fire.

She tilted her head slightly, looking quite charming.

In fact, even without Buggy's intervention, the New Fishman Pirates would have started their own plan to overthrow the established order two years later.

Yes, the methods they all use are somewhat similar.

They all used video den Den Mushi (snail phone) for public executions.

However, Bucky held an auction.

"What a lively morning."

He looked up again, and the surrounding noise felt familiar, just as familiar as the silence of the solitary confinement cell.

My gaze followed that ray of sunlight all the way to the sunniest spot on the upper level of Fishman Island.

A comical smile naturally appeared on his face.

"Would you be interested in having a coffee with someone like me, ma'am?"

"I can't ask for it."

Swann smiled and smiled.

Mermaid Cafe is located in Coral Hill, in the southeast of Fishman Island, near the top floor of the Dragon Palace, a bustling and lively place.

However, this commotion turned into a human pirate carnival two months ago.

Inside the café, several beautiful mermaids with bubble wrap around their waists were carefully serving cakes and fruit.

In dry areas, such bubbles can make it easier for mermaids to move around.

Several members of the Beast Pirates, dressed in fur coats, stared unabashedly at the beautiful mermaids.

The intensely aggressive gaze made the mermaid's floating tail tremble.

"It would be so much better to capture some mermaids, why do we always have to capture those ugly fish-men..."

One of the pirates muttered something with a hint of resentment.

If we could capture two mermaids, we could definitely develop a lot of ways to play with them.

Just thinking about it made his mouth water; the mermaid's beauty was truly irresistible.

"Keep your voice down."

His companion nudged him. "That woman is still on this island. And do you really think Boss Quinn doesn't have a few mermaids hiding around?"

His companion chuckled softly, clearly agreeing with the pirate's words.

"It's not a complete loss to leave like this, hehehe."

"It's just to save face for that old king, hehehe."

The pirates seemed to be lowering their voices, but the way they treated the mermaids like merchandise made the mermaids behind the cafe counter turn red in the eyes.

"It's fine."

"Anyway, they'll be leaving soon."