One Piece: Buggy the Clown Who Fell From Grace

Bray looked serious, deeply displeased with the nobles on the screen who treated humans as treasures to be exchanged and then ridden beneath them.

Thanks to their efforts, the Sabaody Archipelago is now completely free of slave traders and slave hunters, and the chaotic situation that lasted for more than half a year has gradually taken the form of a separation of the three groups.

The Clown Gang, who like to wear clown masks and engage in bandit-like behavior.

Major Yarrow's followers, who deeply abhorred slavery, recruited a large number of people from the lower classes.

There is also a naval branch stationed here.

"This must be a new world. I've never heard of a king like this in the Paradise section."

"Yes, King Shorema VII. I met him once a few years ago when the World Conference was held."

"But what's the point of doing this live stream?"

Brownie was baffled.

Then it was reported as usual.

This demand was made after Akainu's betrayal.

"Perhaps they are like us, people with lofty ideals, who want to unite more people and launch an attack on these hypocritical nobles!"

"This is the best tribute to Major Yaro!"

Bray's face showed piety.

Brownie couldn't help but grin when he heard that.

Others might not know, but surely he knew who this Major Yarrow was?

Those came out of his ship.

Even that scoundrel Jacques is on the wanted list!

In that sense, I'm actually a master who fought the clown's pirates for over a hundred rounds and almost managed to turn the tables on them...

Fortunately, Brownie is much more laid-back now.

After reaching the rank of lieutenant general, he had no other desires.

It's impossible to be promoted to general.

Regarding those three gaps, putting aside the issue of vacancies, the key question is whether we have the capability to fill them.

Brownie has already witnessed the difference between himself and those monsters.

The difference between people can sometimes be greater than the difference between a person and a giant!

His life goal is approaching that of becoming a general.

"Hmm, maybe."

"That king is really annoying."

Brownie gave a perfunctory reply.

My gaze remained fixed on the various noises on the screen.

They couldn't change the channel, so they could only watch whatever was playing on the screen.

The castle, and the nobles' patience was almost worn out.

But no matter how they guessed, Baron Tintagel always shook his head.

"Is it possible that a Celestial Dragon is inside?"

"It was a nobleman I didn't know," said a stranger.

The banquet hall fell silent at those words, and even the kobold's whimpers became exceptionally clear.

After a brief silence, all the nobles, including King Shorema VII, burst into uncontrollable laughter.

"Hahahahaha!"

"Did you hear what he said, Celestial Dragon?"

"How could he possibly be a Celestial Dragon? Hahahaha!"

……

"I'm dying of laughter! This is definitely the funniest joke I've heard all year!"

"Kid, do you even understand the significance behind the term 'Celestial Dragon'?"

After laughing heartily, King Shorema VII couldn't help but step forward and pat the unfamiliar nobleman on the shoulder.

Wearing a full purple suit and cape, he looked somewhat out of place among the nobles who wore stockings, but it was still considered formal attire.

"The Celestial Dragons are the supreme and noble bloodline left in the world by the Creator. They are the descendants of the first twenty kings, they are gods!"

King Shorema VII stretched out his hands, making no attempt to hide his admiration and longing.

"Congratulations."

The unfamiliar nobleman in front of him raised the corner of his mouth slightly, holding a dinner knife that he seemed to have pulled out from somewhere.

There were still specks of blood on it.

"You not only successfully blasphemed God, but you also stabbed him in the back."

The unfamiliar nobleman raised his head.

His face was deathly pale, as if painted with white paint, and his eyes held a hint of mockery and madness.

No red nose...!

King Shorema VII, who had just come up with a terrible answer, felt a surge of relief.

"Is this what you're looking for?"

Bucky pressed the knife against the king's face, just as he had just pressed it against the kobold's face.

With his other hand, he took out a red nose about the size of a ping-pong ball.

"Hmm...it's not always very convenient, so I put it away."

The clown grinned, pressed his red nose back down, and wiped it clean.

This is the clown.

Behind that curtain...

King Shorema VII turned his head blankly and saw Baron Tintajer's unexpectedly flushed face.

The other person nodded.

After being approached by the clown, Baron Tintagel knew he was doomed, but being able to bring all these nobles along was worth it.

"What a pity, I was really hoping that one of you would guess it right."

"After all, this may be the only chance you'll ever have in your life to have Celestial Dragon slaves."

The clown's hand, still holding the knife, was pressed against the king's face.

His body moved with a leisurely gait.

They arrived at the side of the prison van.

"You know what? The rhythm in my head seems to be getting more and more intense, like the alarms of an entire city going off at once."

"But it's getting faster and faster, as if it's trying to make everyone's heart beat in unison."

He grabbed the black curtain and lifted it gently.

"After the intro, the verses should begin."

"Clang!"

The curtain was pulled down.

"The mystery has been solved, hehehehe."

A pristine white robe, a shattered glass dome—essential for descending into this turbid world—his legs bore wounds he had inflicted himself, and his face, though clearly beaten, was still recognizable.

King Shorema VII looked ashen-faced.

It can't be wrong...

This is the youngest son of the Financial God of War family, Izambaron Coral Saint!

"The...the Navy...the admiral will be here soon!"

No, they won't.

The clown put his index finger to his lips.

His smile was exceptionally unrestrained.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 182 This is not how war is fought.

Three hours before the live stream started.

Navy warships are already gathering.

A fleet of warships, five times the size of the Buster Call, continued to assemble, and thirteen vice admirals stationed at various branch bases or who had come from headquarters gathered together.

"Wow, everyone's assembling at an amazing speed!"

Kizaru still looked nonchalant and even had the leisure to trim his nails.

"Since this concerns His Excellency the Celestial Dragon, none of us dare to be careless."

Onigumo said solemnly.

"Moreover, it involves another of the Four Emperors, so we have to put in our utmost effort."

"We've been circling in the doldrums for three days, and we've done most of the necessary preparations."

"I just don't know if headquarters is ready?"

The other lieutenant generals also spoke up.

Apart from Kizaru in the main seat and Momousagi to his right, everyone else wore the same serious expression.