One Piece: Buggy the Clown Who Fell From Grace

Especially for T. Capone, his emotions fluctuated even more intensely, and a smile actually made him much calmer.

As Bucky was thinking, he suddenly felt a gaze sweep over him again.

It wasn't a real gaze, but a more mysterious feeling—that someone was watching him, and he seemed remarkably perceptive of it.

The gaze came from the warship.

The smell of blood seemed to be driving the warship to escape even faster.

Civilians poured in from the civilian docks, having also found this last straw.

Yi Xiao's knife was only halfway out.

The people on the warship all knelt on the ground, and the sudden increase in gravity made it even harder for their already struggling bodies to hold on.

The warships were simply being propelled along by the surging waves.

"Can you take more people with you?"

"Bringing some people and leaving others is the cruelest thing."

"Why don't we just leave now?"

As Yi Xiao asked the question, the gravity that had made everyone kneel suddenly dissipated, and Kibin was finally able to get up.

The warship moved from its original position, and the air seemed to circulate again, allowing sound to travel.

His eyes were filled with deep apprehension.

Faced with this blind man's abilities, his most prized iron block only had a negative effect, and it would have been better not to use it at all.

It was even more frustrating than when he fought the Straw Hat Pirates at Marineford.

Kibin did not actually give the order to set sail; the act of pulling up anchor was a spontaneous action by the crew on board the warship, so T-Capen did not play any role.

Although he wanted to do so later, Yixiao clearly didn't give him the chance.

"Only that clown."

"Blind man, that clown is the root of everything."

"Kill him, and nothing will happen."

At this moment, Kibin was still thinking about the mission.

"I see."

"The game is no longer about winning, but about how to lose as little as possible."

"It was such an unfair match."

A smile tinged with regret.

In that thick smell of blood, he could actually "see" a lot.

Fear, crowding, and wailing amplify this emotion. Apart from a few people acting crazy, most people are both the driving force and the driving force of the emotion.

As he said, it was an unfair contest from the start.

All the flying squirrels could do was try to lose less.

But the clown...

He meant no harm whatsoever.

A smile reveals the aura within the box.

There is no inclination whatsoever.

Unlike other auras, whether fearful or ferocious, these auras all show clear goodwill or malice when pointing at a certain target.

For example, when facing warships, they are filled with overwhelming malice.

The soldiers on the warships harbored the same malice towards those who were unable to board.

They have already put away all the rope ladders that allow boarding.

The Joker... was like a jumble of thoughts, making all his actions completely unpredictable, including his goal in creating the fog and the sudden feeling of suffocation.

They all seem to be the emotions of a child pulling off a toy doll's head.

It's just for fun.

But the clown has a deeper understanding than a child, yet he still behaves this way. This can only mean that, in the other person's understanding, although he clearly knows the consequences of his actions, he still believes that they are neither wrong nor evil.

This person is mentally ill!

What methods should be used to deal with mentally ill patients?

Should we just kill them?

One of the main reasons the Joker would intentionally give away his life is that he's betting they won't dare kill him.

The same is true.

But if they don't kill, they can only struggle to minimize their losses, like the flying squirrel, targeting soldiers and civilians who are clearly out of control, hoping that violence will bring them back to their senses.

That's not very realistic either.

Should we suppress it with our own abilities?

But the fundamental situation hasn't changed. Gravity can only temporarily halt the current situation. Once he's exhausted, the question of how much he'll lose will return to itself.

Perhaps the Joker... just wanted to see them struggle like this.

Otherwise, you could just blow them all up...

Did they all just explode?

Yixiao's attention was initially focused on the clown's head inside the box, but she soon seemed to realize something else.

The Observation Haki spread across the air in mid-air, through the faint breeze and the movement of the air.

It was as if it sensed something.

Suddenly, Yixiao drew his cane sword and pulled a musket from the waist of a naval soldier.

The smell of gunpowder is easy to identify.

He sheathed his cane and sword, then ran his fingers along the gun barrel a few times before finally finding the trigger and bolt.

"The bullet will ignite the gas as soon as it leaves the barrel!"

"Mr. Yixiao, what are you doing?!"

"A gas explosion of this magnitude would obliterate the entire island!"

Let alone ordinary soldiers, even Kibin's seemingly innocuous behavior sent shivers down their spines.

Honestly, he was a little selfish.

But is it really necessary to be so extreme?

Even if you lose a lot or a little, at least you can keep some money. Why are you planning to go all in?

He laughed and ignored it, instead pointing his gun at the spot where the warship had just been.

The gas there was so concentrated that it was impossible to breathe.

Click.

The trigger was gently pulled, and the bullet shot out of the chamber, leaving a brilliant flash as it grazed the air.

Then I smiled and felt the gas.

There was no sound of a bullet hitting the ground, only sparks from the friction between the bullet and the air.

And the spark ignited the gas.

A ball of light suddenly appeared on the sea surface, crashing outwards with a powerful shockwave.

Immediately afterwards, the ball of light ignited more gas.

In an instant, an explosion occurred.

The light and fire caused by the gas explosion stretched across the sky, and the intense heat engulfed everyone.

"We...we're not dead?"

Kibin looked up, feeling as if a wave of heat had just hit him, but in the blink of an eye, only three bursts of light remained in the sky.

Each beam of light was the size of a warship.

It swallowed up parts of the ports, towns, and bases.

Between the clusters of light are continuous light curtains.

"Looks like I won my bet."

"Well, that counts as a win."

Feeling the same intense heat, Yi Xiao lowered his gun and smiled slightly.

Compared to struggling bit by bit in despair, going all in is much better.

Although the three beams of light caused a considerable fire, the situation actually improved because everyone managed to escape.

More importantly, the shockwave from the explosion dispersed the surrounding white fog, allowing the light to shine directly down.

This must be the morning sunlight.

"I think we can turn around now."

The deadly crisis left behind by the Joker has been completely resolved.

He simply doesn't have the power to set the entire island ablaze!

hurry up!

Kill the Joker!

This is more important than putting out the fire!!

The flying squirrel was aware of this as well.

But when he opened the box, he didn't see the clown's head, but a small, pink hand, with a clown card next to it.

A lone hand, outstretched and reaching out, as if trying to grasp something.