One Piece: Buggy the Clown Who Fell From Grace

"Don't let Moria escape from the Moon Guardian Kingdom. I still need him to lure the Joker out."

"Yes!"

……

……

A joke doesn't spread very quickly in the underground world.

Even Doflamingo didn't receive the news until the third day.

"Approaching traits, ominous signs..."

The flamingo stared at the news before it, lost in thought.

He recalled the terrifying aura emanating from the Joker when they faced each other, a aura that also carried a demonic quality…

Is it related to this?

What's even more interesting is the photo that accompanied the message.

A photo of an old man engulfed in black flames, transformed into a mountain spider.

Even though they were far apart, Doflamingo could still recognize that this was Saint Satan, one of the Five Elders.

"How interesting!"

"Diamanti, spread this news again in the underground market. It's rare to see something so embarrassing for that old guy, hehehe."

"Yes, my lord."

Diamanti, one of the top officials, bowed in reply.

For some reason, the young master has been somewhat distant from the other three leaders lately.

Doflamingo wasn't the only one to receive intelligence.

Pirates roaming the New World, including the Supernovas, all have their own sources of information to varying degrees.

The reactions were just different.

Kidd, who was resting on Thor Island, put this description into practice without hesitation.

Blackbeard, who was still hunting ability users, frowned and looked somewhat displeased.

The strongest reaction came from the Five Elders residing high in Pangu City.

They held a special meeting for this purpose.

"Someone has leaked the secret of the Devil Fruit."

The bald old man's first words to us were very unfriendly.

"It shouldn't have been leaked by us. The theories of 'approaching traits, demonic omen,' and 'awakening' are still quite crude and not as mature as those of CP0, but it would be bad if they were made public."

"I am the blond Piet Saint," Piet Saint replied, resting his chin on his hand.

"In any case, someone has touched on this again."

We must retrieve that fruit as soon as possible, or it will cause a major disaster.

"Straw Hat Boy, we should pay attention to him."

"Can't we just censor the news like we did last time?"

“No.” The bearded Maz Saint shook his head. “The messengers are much smarter than last time; they’re only letting the news circulate in the underworld.”

“It was Morgans and the Joker who did it.” Satan pointed directly at the Joker; he had seen the photograph.

"Probably."

"We should prioritize eliminating that arrogant guy."

"How's Akainu's plan going?"

"It's fairly well-developed, but the clown might not take the bait."

"He will. He'll take the bait of a twisted country."

Satan felt he knew the Joker well enough.

Chaos and distortion—that guy definitely can't resist it!

His voice still carried a deep-seated hatred.

It would have been fine if the Joker had posted pictures of all five elders, but he only posted his, and it was even in his Mountain Spider form.

This was incredibly embarrassing for Satan.

“Send a squad of Knights. The Knights also bear some responsibility for failing to defend Mary Geoise last time.”

The old man with the mustache made the final decision.

Since we can't stop the news from spreading, let's hurry up and kill the instigator.

Please vote for me!

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 129 Multiple Methods of Killing Oneself

Early spring of 1521 in the Haiyuan calendar.

Mystoria is a summer island with high temperatures year-round and abundant rainfall due to the southwest monsoon blowing in from the sea, giving it a tropical monsoon climate.

It's much better than the desert in Alabasta.

Islander Alon wiped the fine sweat from his forehead, stepped barefoot onto the small sampan, and forcefully scooped up the fishing nets he had thrown out the day before from the water.

He grew up in this place where the sea breeze blows fiercely, so his skin is naturally dark red.

The fishing net floated up from the murky water, its mesh fine and tight.

People can't even survive, who cares about fish?

But today's harvest should be good.

It took Aaron a lot of effort to pull most of the fishing net out of the water.

However, apart from the water plants and silt trapped inside the fine mesh, no fish could be seen.

On the other side of the fishing net, a coffin was hooked.

Where does the weight come from?

Aaron was somewhat disappointed, and his gaze could only fall on the coffin.

The coffin looked quite thick and was black in color, but its four sides were smooth. Even the common people who could live in the city couldn't afford such a thing, right?

As he was looking around, he suddenly heard a thumping sound coming from the coffin.

On a deserted beach, a coffin lay, and a sound came from it. The scene was quite evocative, but the sunlight overhead made him feel more at ease.

Before he could react, the simple hinge next to the coffin creaked.

A clown with pale makeup sat up straight.

"The weather is nice, am I right? Sleeping in a coffin always feels especially reassuring."

Bucky gripped his left hand, shielding his eyes from the scorching sun.

He had fondly remembered his experience at Moriah's castle.

The black-haired mature woman reclining to one side had a calm expression.

Although Robin couldn't understand why the Joker had dragged her to the island for a so-called game venue survey, and why they had chosen a coffin as their mode of transportation.

All of this is understandable if it's based on the premise that the other party is a madman.

The sturdy coffin could still barely fit two people lying down.

"Morning."

Bucky raised his hand again, as if to greet the islander next to him.

In the blink of an eye, the other party lay down on the sampan and fled quickly, using both hands and feet.

All I can say is, they truly are people of the new world.

They are quick to realize and react.

Bucky licked his lips, thinking they already had the air of the Gotham people.

Then he flew out a hand and grabbed the islander's small sampan, with a hemp rope tucked into his palm.

They dragged the coffin toward the shore.

A short while later.

The two then stepped onto land.

Perhaps it's because I've been looking at the deep blue sea for too long, but seeing real sunlight and land now feels quite novel.

Everything here, from the people to the buildings, feels fresh and new.

The stone brick houses are scattered at varying heights and are not very orderly, resembling a gathering point rather than a town or village.

Moreover, this gathering place is not very friendly.

Pakistani watched as the islanders who had just climbed ashore were suddenly knocked down by a red brick, then covered with sacks and dragged away.

Their skills were comparable to those of slave traders in Chambord.

"Outsiders, mind your own business!"

The leader glanced at Baki's makeup and left a message, his tone fierce but his heart weak.

Both Buggy and Robin remained calm.

“Mystria Island also has another name, Dangerous Red.”

The black-haired mature woman was very familiar with her own image and readily began to introduce herself.

"The Moon Guardian Kingdom on the island is one of the original twenty kingdoms of the World Government. They like to use red bricks in their architecture. Of course, some people think that the red color represents blood."

"If I had to pinpoint its most distinctive feature... this is a country where slavery is legal."