One Piece: Buggy the Clown Who Fell From Grace

I could feel the shaking even inside the box myself.

They must have boarded a warship.

The sea around the G1 base is frequently rippling.

Two other people had rather unusual emotions.

One was a vibrant green, like a mountain rock, with a more lingering aura; the other had a more subdued aura, but its emotional expression was somber.

The emotions he perceived through sight and hearing seemed to be the same as the clusters of emotional light he saw in the spiritual world...

interesting.

I've been so focused on exploring demons lately that I've almost neglected the entire system of domineering auras.

Unfortunately, I can't hear what others are thinking, nor can I predict the future...

Well, it's hard to say how reliable this ability to foresee the future is. It was very oppressive to Katakuri, but after Luffy understood it, the pressure only lasted for a short while.

They still get beaten up even on a different island.

I'll look into it when I have the chance.

Bucky's thoughts wandered for a while, then he heard a series of noisy sounds coming from the outside.

"The orders from headquarters are very clear, Lieutenant General Momonga. I don't understand why you are unwilling to carry them out."

The voice was cold; it must be Brigadier General Kibin, whom Bucky didn't recognize.

"I've said it many times, this is my town, and as long as there's a chance, I will never abandon it!"

It was the flying squirrel's voice, cold yet firm, and Bucky could feel his emotions flutter slightly.

Two other people were also jumping.

T. Capone and Ichisho felt a sense of appreciation for each other. They also tended to favor the people and, while dissatisfied with the orders from headquarters, generally approved of them.

I approve of the flying squirrel as the base leader.

They are both rather stubborn people.

"But what about compared to someone like the Joker who has committed heinous crimes?"

"You haven't forgotten how many navy personnel were killed or committed suicide under the influence of the clown, have you?"

"Killing the Joker is not only an explanation to the World Government, but also the elimination of one of the world's greatest evils."

"This is also the message from the World Government's top leadership. Lieutenant General, please do not make a mistake for yourself, and do not sacrifice our lives together."

Kibin's tone remained unwavering; within the CP organization, education has always prioritized missions over the general public.

The brigadier general and the flying squirrel seem to have significant differences.

With his Observation Haki, Bucky could clearly sense the soldiers' inclinations toward this disagreement on the warship.

Apart from Capone and Ikko.

Everything on the warship was geared towards Kibin's choice.

After all, they were already on the warship.

No, there were two other extremely anxious emotions on this warship.

Bucky narrowed his eyes.

The soldiers shared this same anxiety, but the emotions revealed in their expressions stemmed from their concern for someone…

This is interesting.

Hey.

Bucky could also sense a few red flashes in the flying squirrel's emotions. He had murderous intent, but as if he was considering something, he forcibly suppressed it.

The flying squirrel's plans for the warships were disrupted by his own subordinates.

The decision-making was still lacking.

Bucky decides to help the other party.

On the mast of the warship, a restless left hand climbed to the highest point, palm outstretched, and waved a few times towards the mist above.

The pervasive gas slowly gathered together.

As for the scope, a small part of the base and a small part of the town will suffice.

They'll scare themselves.

Oh, and warships too.

Pakistan, in a rather wicked way, only concentrated the gas within the area of ​​the warships, without covering the entire port.

"I'd be happy to give you a push, yes, you're welcome."

He was talking to himself inside the box.

After finishing this task, his face turned even paler, his usually bright red lips turned white, and he even felt a sense of panic.

He has maintained such a large amount of gas for more than a day, which is equivalent to a large-scale change in the climate.

The sense of fear, perceived by the Observation Color, rapidly swelled.

The stuffiness in the environment before was just like that of a high-altitude region, but suddenly it felt like being trapped in a plastic bag.

With each exhale and inhale, the oxygen is completely consumed.

Along with the growing sense of fear, the urge to kill also intensified.

The flying squirrel's murderous intent.

The Joker was definitely doing it on purpose; he was forcing himself!

He's laughing at the Navy!

The lieutenant general with the mohawk hairstyle looked extremely frustrated.

They were like being surrounded by a poison circle, but they still had enough room to maneuver, so they could still retain their rationality.

But the poison circle is shrinking in a way that doesn't follow the usual pattern.

Very suddenly, it swallowed up all the limited space available for movement, putting immense pressure on a person's nerves.

town.

Leon's gaze remained fixed on the bright red blood flowing down in the distance, and on the source of the blood.

A naval mind.

Her pale lips trembled, whether from fear or excitement, it was hard to tell.

"It will be alright."

He comforted himself with a few words, and the appearance of the lieutenant general not long ago finally calmed his flustered mood.

Leon didn't know how the black fog appeared, nor what its effects would be; the tightness in his chest constantly reminded him of this.

This is definitely not a good thing.

They might die without even knowing why.

This sense of fear had been building for some time, and if it weren't for the navy taking advantage of the situation to hunt people and sweeping around outside, Leon would have run away long ago.

"Let's wait and see, let's wait a little longer..."

His eyes met those of his neighbors, and their thoughts were remarkably aligned.

"This fog is just a bit dark, it won't harm anyone, it won't hurt anyone."

Leon muttered a few words, seemingly trying to comfort someone.

But the next moment, his pupils contracted sharply.

In a distant alley, a figure rushed out in a panic, but fell to the ground after only two steps, tilting his head back with his mouth open as if shouting something, his limbs twitching and flailing wildly.

Leon watched as the somewhat familiar figure slowly collapsed, his skin turning a horrifying bluish-purple.

The tension that had just settled in my mind tightened up again.

This is not the only one.

About a hundred meters away from him, another figure, also shouting with his head up, rushed out of the door.

This is much better.

He ran three meters more than the previous person.

Leon didn't know why this thought had come to his head.

It's like the calm that follows when a taut string snaps.

"Run! The Fog Demon is killing people!!"

Their limited understanding made it impossible for them to comprehend the tragedy before them, and they could only attribute it to supernatural beings.

Leon's heart skipped a beat. He pushed open the window, which had been only slightly ajar, and stuck his head out to see where the sound was coming from.

He always felt that something was wrong.

But as he hesitated, groups of people, all of them robust adults, suddenly sprang out from the previously closed houses.

"No, no!"

Leon shook his head, clutching his hair with both hands as he tried to calm himself down.

He was a nobleman from a small country, highly educated, and considered himself to have far more knowledge than the average person.

However, the small country where I live is frequently plagued by war, with attacks reaching the capital several times. On the other hand, the naval base is rarely invaded by pirates.

So we simply moved here.

I never expected to encounter something like this.

"Mist Demon... No, this must be some kind of ability user. He doesn't have the ability to kill so many people. The people who just died were just concentrated in one area. He just wanted us to trample each other!"

Leon clutched his head, squatted down against the wall, and breathed heavily.

He tried hard not to listen to the chaotic footsteps and shouts outside.

There was a series of knocks coming from downstairs.