One Piece: Buggy the Clown Who Fell From Grace

He held several cards in his hand and shuffled them a few times.

"Draw one and see how lucky you are?"

Van der Deikun's cross was placed on the ramming head of the ship, and the blood from his hand, where nails had been driven into it, had dried and congealed.

His gaunt face was filled with fear.

This expression seemed to pique Hawkins' interest even more. With a wave of his hand, several cards floated up, carrying Vander Deiken on their backs.

Fear and substitution—that's what Hawkins found to be the most fitting expression of the Scarecrow Demon.

Bucky has shown him the way.

A path that allows one to challenge the Four Emperors.

"Hmm...what a pity."

Bucky reached out his hand and jumped up and down.

The bottom of Noah's ship was already within reach.

Actually, it's quite interesting to have a dark version of the Sea King princess.

Unfortunately, the other party still couldn't let go of things like responsibility and kindness, and even displayed these things nakedly in front of him.

It's like handing the switch to Bucky on his own initiative.

If you can endure the hatred of killing your father, then other things are nothing, right?

The sunk costs were too high, so everything else was overlooked.

He smacked his lips again, just about to say something to the mermaid princess who was starting to shed little pearls again.

His expression faltered slightly.

The dark red clown in the deep space didn't hesitate to try to regain control of the body.

It's like a wild beast that has tasted human flavor, unable to forget it.

So the moment the life-or-death crisis subsided, the Crimson Clown did not hesitate to seize control of his body.

As for whether we should ask the original owner.

Didn't Bucky say not to be polite?

Then he wouldn't stand on ceremony.

The crimson clown struggled to escape from the deep space, but this time it seemed much more difficult…

At least it wasn't like him, where Bucky beckoned him to go out.

"It seems you still don't understand your own position."

Bucky touched the curly lines that had suddenly appeared on his face and chuckled softly.

He was not surprised by this change, or rather, the reason this change occurred was entirely due to his indulgence.

Indulgence among family members is spoiling, while indulgence among strangers often has ulterior motives.

"The final and most important step in taming a pet is to punish him so that he understands who the master is."

He tapped his forehead repeatedly with his hand, his eyes closed casually, seemingly unconcerned about what Smoothie and Jinbe might be up to.

Smoothie will be mindful of his relationship with Shanks.

Jinbe, on the other hand, was so discouraged that he lost all his spirit.

Such deliberate tests are always inevitable during the taming process.

The crimson clown, who was constantly vying for dominance, frowned.

Suddenly I felt a bit crowded.

He looked back.

The dark space had somehow become filled with thousands of clowns. They all had the same comical makeup and the same crazed yet indifferent eyes.

And all those gazes were directed at the dark red clown.

How dare he!?

How dare you split yourself to this extent!?

The dark red clown's eyes were filled with extreme horror.

A clown wearing a cheap wig stepped forward, holding a small knife in his hand.

He reached out and handed over the knife.

"Kill me."

"...I...don't...want to...do this."

The dark red clown pushed the knife away, somewhat terrified.

Splitting oneself into thousands or tens of thousands of parts is a bold thing, but what truly terrifies the Crimson Clown is that these thousands of clowns all have the same eyes and the same expectation.

This is something no human could do.

Even the most pure-hearted person will not always maintain the same thoughts and emotions.

Yet, among the thousands of Pakistanis before him, their thoughts and emotions were exactly the same.

Imagine yourself as a diner at a table, ready to feast, and you are the food on the plate.

The thought sent chills down the spine of even the Crimson Clown himself.

"Don't you want to? But you've been doing it all along."

It's okay. I wanted to do that too, but they convinced me, and then we had the same goal.

Come on, it's okay.

The clown politely handed over the knife, stretching out his neck as if to be slaughtered.

The dark red clown stood there for a moment, his hand raised, hesitating.

"What are you afraid of!"

The clown in front of him seemed to be filled with anger, and he deliberately plunged the knife into his own neck.

"Look, we are Devil Fruit users, users of the Chop-Chop Fruit. No one can kill us!"

What are you afraid of?

"No, that's not right!"

The crimson clown suddenly cried out in surprise, "Why can this clown use his abilities in this deep space?!"

The ability user's power comes from the demon residing in the fruit, which is themselves. But they are right here, so why can the other party use their power?

Why not?

What's yours is mine, and what's mine is still mine.

When you pulled back, didn't you hand everything over to me?

The clown stretched his neck, and the knife sliced ​​through his skin layer by layer, revealing the bright red flesh beneath.

Don't forget, you are part of us now!

Hehehehe!

All the clowns chuckled and stretched out their hands, each holding a small knife.

The demon must be devoured.

During the time it took Bucky to close and reopen his eyes, the lines on his face suddenly became prominent before quickly calming down.

Beneath his deathly pale face, it was as if no lines had ever existed.

"Mythical Beast, huh? Unfortunately, I still prefer the name 'Fragmented'."

With a wave of his hand, the demon was split off from his body.

The incorporeal demon resembled a swirling red flame, without a shadow, but its vacant gaze was visible.

"Call one."

He touched the demon's head.

The flames shot up briefly in response.

"Now you know who your master is. Remember, I am the clown."

So don't be so serious.

Come on, smile.

He tugged at the flame with his finger, and the dark red flame climbed up his finger and swirled around him.

It's somewhat like the black flames that surround a Zoan-type Devil Fruit user after they awaken their powers.

Therefore, the manifestations of demons in Zoan, Paramecia, and Logia types may differ.

The prison guards in the underwater prison are said to be the appearances of Zoan-type Devil Fruit users who failed to awaken their powers.

That is, the appearance of being completely replaced by a demon.

But Buggy felt that what he had done went far beyond the normal awakening of a power user.

The demon, looking dazed and broken, was rather uninteresting.

Perhaps I should add another new demon to my collection for fun.

His eyes narrowed, and his gaze suddenly fell on Smoothie.

"I've taught you so much, have you thought about how to calculate the tuition?"

Under his oppressive aura, Smoothie's body was never able to regenerate.

Having mastered both types of Haki, she might be close to the level of a Yonko's vice-captain, but while her abilities countered Buggy, they were also countered by him.

The comparison focuses on the degree of control over Devil Fruits.

Clearly, Bucky is far ahead of her; during the time he spent taming the demon, Smoothie was unable to fully rebuild her body.

She remained silent for a long while, her seemingly cold eyes now filled with apprehension.