One Piece: Buggy the Clown Who Fell From Grace

The town was far from peaceful. Although the sporadic fires had been extinguished, there were still plenty of troublemakers besides Old Sand and Moria.

A SMILE factory that can mass-produce artificial Devil Fruits... These people are here for this kind of thing.

However, they didn't choose the right places.

René grinned.

For some reason, he started to smile more.

As a local, although he didn't know where the underground factory was, it didn't stop him from finding out who had been in contact with it.

It's impossible for Don Quixote to build a factory entirely away from the townspeople.

Moreover, René had many questions he wanted to ask this person.

He craned his neck and sniffed the air repeatedly.

There was the scent of that dancer from before, and as I headed towards the King's Highlands, there was also the scent of that snow woman, but I couldn't detect the clown's scent anywhere...

Fortunately, there was a faint trace of the person he wanted to know about.

He seemed to have locked onto a certain direction, and the big black dog darted between several rooftops, seemingly possessing extraordinary stamina.

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"It actually worked?"

Not far from the ballroom, Monet and the Joker kept a close eye on the situation inside, including the way René jumped up like a big black dog.

"He's just an ordinary laborer... his strength isn't even as good as a typical pirate henchman."

Monet clicked his tongue in amazement.

She was well aware of the flaws of artificial Devil Fruits, but she never expected that a random passerby that Buggy casually tossed to someone would actually become one.

"It's not necessarily strength; willpower plays a larger role."

Buggy now has a certain understanding of the Devil Fruits.

After all, he himself had become a demon.

"Are you saying that even the weakest human being's will is not necessarily inferior to that of those with greater strength?"

"I once heard a saying that the anthem of humanity is the anthem of courage, and that must be what it means."

“No.” Bucky glared at her. How could a femme fatale make such a connection to something so noble and righteous? “A mad will is still a will, as long as it can outrun a nascent demon.”

Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth curled up.

I was in a very pleasant mood.

"I added a little something to that artificial Devil Fruit. Don't worry, it's just a low dose of the Laughter Virus."

"At most, it will make his thinking... a little more paranoid."

Bucky's hands hung down, appearing remarkably rational and indifferent in the dim moonlight.

I don't know who they're trying to reassure.

Monet paused for a moment, then laughed and said:

"That makes sense."

The art style here always fits perfectly.

Bucky just smiled faintly, his eyes turning cold again, as if the pleasure a pastime could bring him was only for a short while.

Whether it was Violet or René, they were just a pastime for him when he was bored; on a dining table, they were like a salad or a small piece of bread before the main course.

"The main course will follow next."

"I hope you won't disappoint me... Joker."

He narrowed his eyes.

Then, following the path Violet had taken, they continued towards the King's Highlands.

How to drive someone crazy...

Pakistan has a lot of experience in this regard.

One crucial point is to find what the other person values ​​and gradually destroy it in front of them.

Pakistan has already laid a lot of groundwork for this.

"Welcome back, young master."

The gates of the King's Highlands are open.

Gladius pulled down his mask and bowed to Bucky.

Even before Punk Hazard, he had already completed the invasion and division of Buffalo and Guradius.

Bucky rubbed his neck and walked straight into the palace.

He casually glanced around the palace.

The King's Heights resembles a finger awkwardly protruding from a plain, and the original royal palace of the Riku family was a stone castle built on this finger.

The furnishings were somewhat worn, and the gilded lamps on both sides of the main entrance had some black spots. A red carpet with gold trim was laid down from the center of the main hall.

"He went out?"

"Yes, that despicable thief left on his own after the explosion, but before he left, he declared that he would offer your head in exchange for the underground factory."

"It's shameful to put a bounty on your head using your factory!"

"You talk too much."

"Feel sorry."

Gladius followed with a bow.

He had followed in his family's footsteps since the Beihai period, and his loyalty to the family was self-evident.

But because of this, I hate that despicable thief even more.

The two clowns in his mind had been swapped.

Bucky's impatience was fleeting.

These useless emotions are not important.

He sat down on the throne in the very center of the hall.

Compared to the throne of the Dragon Palace Kingdom, this throne, made of iron and stone and covered with a red carpet with gold trim, is more suitable for human bodies.

His fingers tapped alternately on the armrest.

"Let's hold a family meeting. I'd like to get to know everyone first."

"And to get to know each other better."

"Oh right, and the truth too."

He rested his cheek on his other hand, a bright smile on his face.

Monet followed closely behind him, step by step.

The first step in the game is to replace your opponent.

He originally thought it would take a few fireworks for Doflamingo to leave his lair, but he didn't expect that a dancer would seduce him so much.

Buggy narrowed his eyes, anticipating the reaction of this Shichibukai.

Yes, if he remembered correctly, after all of Ming's family members passed away, he genuinely regarded the high-ranking officials who were by his side as family.

That makes things even more interesting.

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Have you seen the clown?

Ming tugged at the thin thread in his hand, a sinister smile on his face.

Before him stood an old man with gray hair but bulging muscles.

If any citizens of the kingdom were present, they would easily recognize him as their former king, King Riku III.

A king who is passionate about bullfighting arenas and also has a touch of naiveté.

Although he said he was being released, Doflamingo knew the old king's whereabouts very well, and it was his only pastime before the Joker appeared.

I couldn't bear to kill it.

However, the old king's current situation is rather bleak.

King Riku's body was suspended by thin threads.

Below one of his arms was a white line with jagged edges.

With each tear, flesh and blood flew everywhere.

But this kind of injury is neither fatal nor does it cleanly sever his arm; instead, it's like sawing wood.

A little bit of torment.

King Riku growled silently, but his eyes revealed a stubbornness.

"It seems he hasn't contacted you yet."

Ming understood from the other person's eyes.

However, the wire saw showed no sign of stopping.

He was just venting.

In just under six months, he lost two family members.

Although both of them died at his hands…

But it's all the Joker's fault!

With a violent glint in his eyes, Ming Ge used his toes to saw off one of the old king's arms.