One Piece: Buggy the Clown Who Fell From Grace

They have nothing else but this.

But then the young master appeared…

On a sunny day, the young master chose him.

He boasted that he was a rare beauty.

She was allowed to enter the royal palace as a maid, and was even given that unknown fruit.

From then on, his gray life was once again filled with color.

Love and passion—Monet felt their existence for the first time.

All you need to do is open that city gate on a certain day.

That's what she did too.

The firelight in the palace became the most beautiful color of that night.

He officially became a member of the family.

Young Master... is truly wonderful.

Monet smiled wistfully, not knowing why she was recalling these past events. Her vision was blurred by glistening tears, and the image of the young master became clearer.

He had long blue hair and a striking red nose.

He often has a wide smile on his face.

She likes to wear a long, all-purple trench coat.

She looks exactly like the man in front of her.

Monet smelled a scent that was both strange and familiar. His cognitive axis was split and reassembled, and his disordered memories were stitched back together along the reasonable edges under the influence of connections.

She spread her wings and wrapped them around the clown's waist, one end of her bangs covering her cheeks and the other end pressed against the clown's chest.

"Young Master, what brings you here?"

"Let's see how far our game has progressed."

Bucky lifted her chin and said with a mocking expression.

"Your arrangements went smoothly, Navy and... and..."

Monet stammered a few words, feeling that what was going smoothly had inexplicably stalled.

Once an object in your memory is occupied, the original space becomes empty.

But memory is like an anchor thrown into the water; it will always snag something.

She quickly pieced something new together from her memory.

"The Navy and the Sky Demon's men have all appeared on the island! That arrogant guy Caesar has already released Smail."

"That monster that caused the entire island to explode will soon engulf the whole island in poison gas!"

Monet tilted his head back inside Bucky's chest and laughed:

"Of course, these are all plans that Caesar is aware of."

"But that guy doesn't know that he is your bait. I just need to wait for the Heavenly Demon's subordinates to go deep enough before I leave with the research data."

"Then activate the self-destruct switch and flatten the entire island."

"That way, your secret will not be leaked in the slightest."

"Sounds pretty good."

Bucky tilted his head.

If Caesar is used as bait, then he really has no way to avoid being fooled.

It's just a pity...

He narrowed his eyes slightly and said to Monet:

"But you seem to have forgotten what our purpose is..."

"The goal is not to torture him to death..."

Monet paused again, his gaze fixed blankly upwards.

What is the purpose?

Were we supposed to blow up Tenyasha? But Tenyasha isn't even here!

Then why, why did you blow up the island? Why did you replace the patrol team's poison gas bombs with KORO poison gas bombs?

Was it to kill the Heavenly Demon's subordinates?!

No, no, how could the Navy be subordinate to Tenyasha!

Then who assigned me that task?

The anchor of memory snagged on a large rock, making a creaking sound.

Monet's face turned deathly pale, and his mind and heart were in complete chaos.

She discovered that what she was doing was contradictory!

She folded her wings back, covered her head, and felt that everything was in chaos. The threads in her mind were tangled together and tightly bound her.

Monet then turned and hugged Bucky tightly.

Like a soft snowball.

His tone was as panicked as that of an abandoned child.

"Young Master, I can't remember! I don't know, I don't know what I'm doing, why I'm doing this?!"

"good."

The instigator patted her head without any hesitation.

He whispered in her ear:

"Our goal is to drive him insane."

"And you are a part of it."

……

……

"Die, Navy!"

Along the banks of the Qingzi River, a member of the patrol team bent his front leg and dug a hole in the ground with his hind leg to trap the horse's hoof.

This is a gun emplacement.

The team members carried cannon barrels the size of their heads on their shoulders.

They opened fire on the navy sailing upstream along the river!

There might be room for negotiation with others, but for the Navy and the World Government, these prisoners who had escaped death wished they could die together with them!

"White Fist!"

Smoker snorted softly from the corner of his mouth, which was clenched with a cigar, and his wrist transformed into a sudden burst of white mist, sending his fist flying out.

It collided with the pitch-black bomb in mid-air.

There was no booming explosion, but rather a soft sizzling sound.

The green, poisonous fog spread rapidly.

"Keep going, keep these lackeys here too, hahaha!"

After firing the first shot, the team member immediately spurred his horse and galloped into the withered forest, while on the other side of the river, another shell was already poised to fire!

Several shots in succession.

The poisonous fog instantly filled the surrounding area, and the lifeless, withered forest was suddenly filled with a touch of green.

Fortunately, all the naval soldiers were wearing gas masks, so there was no immediate impact.

"Horse legs and human body...what a strange combination."

"Tashigi, how are the effects of the poisonous fog?"

The girl with glasses exhaled softly, the gas mask filtering out the toxic gas.

"I feel a slight tingling sensation in my body, and if I stay here for too long, it may get worse."

Should we retreat first?

They've already walked along the river for a while after landing on the island; if they turn back now, it will be like returning empty-handed…

And there was that clown following behind...

Smoker hesitated for a moment, then quickly displayed the temper that made him known as "Mad Dog".

"You guys get out of the poisonous fog first, I'll go after those guys!"

He won't give up on this lead easily.

He flipped himself onto his amphibious motorcycle, "Bilona," and the smoke billowed out as a source of power.

In the barren forest, a hidden surveillance camera suddenly appeared.

"If we seize a warship, it should be easier to escape..."

Caesar stared intently at the image of the withered forest from the control room.

After escaping the Joker, he didn't run around blindly, but immediately returned to his research institute and activated his defenses.

But he wasn't confident he could stop the Joker.

We still need to think of a way to escape.

"But the question is, how long can Monet hold off the Joker..."

"I need enough time to escape."

Caesar's only thought was to save his own life.

"The Mad Dog Hunter should be able to take those marines hostage. They'll definitely submit. Hmph, do you think a mere mask can stop my killing weapon?"