One Piece: Buggy the Clown Who Fell From Grace

Shortly after Bucky finished speaking, he heard a yawn.

The white mist immediately enveloped his body, as if he had fallen from the clouds.

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"Captain Art, Captain Art!"

Art opened his eyes, and his companion's dark skin immediately came into view.

The scorching sunlight slanted across my cheeks, making them feel hot.

"What's wrong with me?"

"Captain, are you too tired? You fell asleep while traveling. Have some water first?"

Art looked surprised and uncertain as he took the water from his companion and drank it down his throat.

He still feels a sense of unreality about it.

梦.

Was everything I just experienced a dream?

He felt it wasn't true; the sensations were too vivid, and the clown's laughter still echoed in his mind.

I hesitated for a moment, holding the water bottle.

Let's just do what we originally planned to do.

Inform the Navy and the World Government of the Joker's existence. As for what the Joker does, that's none of my business, right?

Perhaps because so many people had died, Art felt his senses were becoming numb.

"Jeb, do you want to take revenge on the city folks?"

The companion who had just handed over the water nodded decisively.

"miss you!"

The traffickers kidnapped his whole family, and he was the only one left.

Gan!

“Good.” Art smiled. “I’ve received word that tomorrow night, at the south gate of Ganje City…”

Ganje City is the only port city and the largest city in the Moon Guardian Kingdom.

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Dream space.

On the Rumbar Pirates' ship.

Perhaps it's because Brook had the most dreams in the Baku's territory that the spaces created by the Baku are basically all like this scene.

Bucky tapped his fingers on the table repeatedly.

"I like their enthusiasm."

"They even thoughtfully set up the game area for me."

The person opposite the wooden table has changed.

Robin and Art are actually both in this dream space at the same time.

However, the other party's attention remained focused on the Joker.

The black-haired older woman tried to see any fear or apprehension on Bucky's face.

But all I saw was an excited smile.

This should be good news for her, at least she won't be abandoned because of the World Government's targeting.

The demon's ability to draw hatred is far greater than that of her, the demon's child.

What do you want to do?

She asked the same question she always did at Baroque Works.

"Of course, we'll let them join the game too."

"Including you, Nicole Robin."

"I?"

Robin was taken aback.

"This is a dream world, but our location in reality remains unchanged."

Bucky paused, clasped his hands together, and gave a mocking look.

"When Alte wakes up, our location will be completely exposed to the Navy and the World Government."

"Hmm, a demon and its child, what kind of lineup will they field? I'm really looking forward to it."

madman!

Robin's pupils contracted, gaining a new understanding of the extent of Buggy's madness.

Where can we run to?

She lowered her head, her palms trembling slightly.

However, her years on the run helped her quickly regain her composure.

Being in such a bizarre space, whether you can do anything or not depends entirely on the clown's mood.

The clown seemed to be deliberately teasing her, simply tilting his head.

He reached out and lifted the corners of the black-haired mature woman's mouth with both hands.

Why are you so serious?

Do you know why they hate me so much?

“One day, well, a pretty good night, I stretched out my hands and feet and clung to the red cliff, starting at dusk and climbing until dawn was almost here.”

"That night, the moonlight shone on my forehead, where there was a missing piece."

"Fortunately, I climbed up and reached a magnificent holy site."

"I was sticking out my tongue, surrounded by the fearful eyes of those stupid pigs."

"Then I told them, 'Put a smile on your face.'"

"Let's all put on funny masks."

When Buggy said this, his face was very close to Robin's, and his cold, manic eyes were full of aggression.

Perhaps it was because of the tense atmosphere created by Buggy, but Robin now felt a sense of palpitations.

But the next moment, Bucky flicked a card out of his hand.

The card features a bright red bat with its mouth wide open, looking both angry and terrified.

There are two more lines of text below.

One line reads the name of the island, and the other line reads "Clown."

It was obviously the one Hawkins used when drawing cards.

But what's the point of taking it out now?

"Just give this card to anyone you think should receive it, as a preview of our game."

"Also, hurry up and run away, my kind."

The clown gave her no time to react, and with a shove right in front of her, the dream space instantly banished her.

In the dream space, only a clown remained, talking to himself.

Who could it be?

He was waiting to see who would come to capture him. If it was the Science Unit, could it be that guy Kizaru?

However, that guy doesn't seem to want to be a marshal at all; even if he could come, he probably wouldn't.

I saw it before when I was on F Island.

That would be either Aokiji or Akainu.

Bucky remembered what Smoker had mentioned about the choice of the Marshal position.

The fact that the world government has to go through him to make the selection shows just how much hatred it harbors towards him.

But that's quite interesting.

Outside the cluster of red brick houses.

A series of mechanical, dull footsteps rang out.

Compared to the towering figures of the pacifists, the surrounding red-brick houses appear almost miniature.

An eye would occasionally peek out from the window, which was about the size of a gunshot hole.

But upon seeing the white cloak behind a broad, fat man, they quickly covered the opening.

Sentomaru didn't want to react that quickly.

Unfortunately, the location indicated by the intelligence was too close to where they were stationed.

But they are still some distance from Lord Akainu's forces.

"The pacifists should be able to do their job, I hope the General Staff won't say anything out of line."

The Navy's assessment of Pakistan's combat capabilities is still based on the experience of the Fog of War.

Smoker's assessment is of little value.

Those who believe it poses a greater threat are those who manipulate and bewitch people.

"Seriously, they actually sent a rookie marine like me to capture a pirate with a 3 billion bounty."

He muttered to himself again.