One Piece: Buggy the Clown Who Fell From Grace

Buggy's laughter was exceptionally manic, his ram horns were visible, his skin showed the patterns of a Devil Fruit, and his aura was very similar to that of the White Line Devil.

The next instant, his body turned into a cotton ball doll with a bang.

"There's one more thing. I've just come up with a name for this game."

"How about calling it the Kingdom of Laughter?"

His voice still echoed in the palace when Doflamingo suddenly raised his head.

In the sky, an unfamiliar pirate ship, marked with a skull and crossbones, swooped down toward the royal palace.

Hawkins stood at the bow and rammed the ship.

What he was holding was the aircraft Vander Deiken IX.

Once he was sure the distance was right, he poured a bucket of water on Vander Deiken, washing away the effects of the target fruit.

The pirate ship, laden with gifts, plummeted straight down under the pull of gravity.

Hawkins first forcefully threw Vander Deiken, who was tied to the cross, out of the air, and then used him as a stepping stone to stomp twice in the air.

It landed successfully.

The pirate ship landed at the same time as him.

With a loud thud.

Countless fireworks exploded inside the pirate ship.

Real fireworks.

Even during the day, the magnificent Mars is exceptionally eye-catching.

In particular, there were the polka-dot-shaped artificial Devil Fruits that exploded along with the fireworks.

It seems someone even drew a smiley face on the fruit.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 161 Childlike Innocence in Reality is a Nightmare

René had no time to appreciate the sudden fireworks display; he was on all fours with a toy arm in his mouth.

He is agile and lithe.

Its figure, wandering through the streets and alleys, resembled a stray dog.

He had never seen the toy in its entirety, but the accountant really liked it.

They will disassemble their toys into multiple parts and keep them with them.

So the accountant's scent still lingers on it.

Even underworld families need to do business, and doing business inevitably involves accounting; these are highly skilled professionals.

The accountant he knew was like that.

René only knew that the other party worked for the family and worked in a factory, but the other party never revealed which factory it was.

He often has a mysterious look on his face.

The kingdom's arms factories were all operating openly; before this, no one dared to provoke the Heavenly Yaksha.

The only thing that needed to be concealed like this... René thought it could only be the SMILE factory.

If you're going to do something, do something big!

René could feel the presence of the bombs in his arms, and a smile involuntarily crept onto his face.

He found it hard to describe his emotions at that moment; it was a kind of loneliness, a longing for a response. He was already buried in the dust, so naturally he longed to shine.

Ideally, there should be firelight, black smoke, and some wailing.

Just like...

Just like the clown did.

René's lips, which were biting the toy, kept curving upwards.

This emotion is almost impossible to suppress.

As dawn broke, only a few scattered toy dolls remained on the street, their eyes glazed over as they leaned against the walls.

Its block-like body bears traces of being chewed by wild dogs, and is mostly damaged and worn.

After all, they couldn't cry out or resist, and they didn't remember who they were or how they got there.

No matter how you treat them, no one will care.

Children invest their emotions in toys, while adults use toys merely as an outlet for their emotions.

The same scent lingered on the toy as René followed it through the town and into a dense forest, the leaves of the bushes brushing against his face.

The smell changes as it enters the nasal cavity.

The dew and mud mingled together, and the decaying leaves underfoot were covered with animal carcasses, creating a smell completely different from that in the town.

Therefore, that human touch becomes even clearer.

A ruthless glint flashed in René's eyes.

Deep in the forest, there is an exceptionally tall tree with a pitted and uneven trunk, on which hang a dozen or so wooden cabins suitable for cats and dogs to live.

The flavor eventually seeped into it.

This tree doesn't seem like a place that can house a factory.

René, hiding in the bushes, glanced at them suspiciously a few times.

The scent wafted all the way here and climbed into a wooden house.

He also saw several red lights sweep across.

Just like the factory he used to work in…

That should be correct.

Just as René was about to venture out, another loud commotion came from the forest.

A brown monitor lizard crawled out of the forest, its movements causing the forest to tremble. The monitor lizard's body was swollen and showed obvious signs of stitching.

"Hehehe, charge forward, Bomb Zombie 912!"

Moriah's voice came from the woods.

After receiving the command, the monitor lizard let out a low growl and rammed headfirst into the tall tree.

With a loud thud.

The stench of decay and the smell of gunpowder filled the air at the same time. A hole had been torn in a tree, and chunks of rotting flesh from a giant lizard were scattered all over the ground.

"vomit!!"

René seemed to have been subjected to a biological attack; his sense of smell, which he had been quite proud of not long ago, had now become a burden.

He was pinching his nose, his face contorted in pain.

However, he also discovered a hidden world beneath the gap in the tree trunk.

René, I don't know where he got the courage, lunged forward and crawled straight into the breach.

The smoke and fire swept past him, but his smile only grew wider.

He actually likes this kind of excitement!

The trunk of the tree is completely hollow, and below the trunk lies a vast underground forest.

Several tin cans stood in the dense forest, with the word SAD printed on them.

I'm sure I've come to the right place, this is the Smile factory!

He suddenly felt an urge to throw the bomb, but there were still some questions he wanted to ask the accountant.

The dense forest was filled with the smell of disinfectant, and there was a faint human scent. René wandered around the underground forest for a while.

Only then did they discover the accountant's location.

Kevin Georgeson.

A middle-aged man who looked somewhat frail and wore gold-rimmed glasses.

In a world where the strong are respected, the status of someone like him is quite mysterious.

If Kevin encounters someone strong enough to value him, his status will naturally rise; if he encounters someone who only thinks about drinking and partying, he'll be like a scholar meeting a soldier.

However, Don Quixote wouldn't have been able to develop to its current state without someone like him.

So Kevin's living conditions were pretty good. He had a small cabin in the dense forest where he lived alone. Next to the cabin was a factory building made of iron plates in an A-shape, and on the other side was an oil tank-shaped iron can.

I don't know if it's because the factory's landscaping is good, or because the underground forest's industrialization is good...

Upon hearing the sound from above, Kevin immediately gathered up all the ledgers on the table.

Then prepare to burn it.

These things are shady and involve various underground forces around the world. If the World Government finds out, Doflamingo's title of Shichibukai will probably be revoked.

They still care about their image.

The fire had just been lit.

He then saw a person who looked very familiar.

"Rene... what are you doing here?"

"I have some questions I'd like to ask you."

René adjusted his breathing, a sudden feeling of fear rising within him.

"You ate that fruit?" Kevin immediately understood when he saw his current state.

“Hmm.” René nodded silently.

The two weren't particularly close, but they had known each other for a long time.

"You did it?"