One Piece: Buggy the Clown Who Fell From Grace

But some habits can't be changed just like that.

He looked around twice, then grabbed the wooden bars of the prison cart and stood up.

The knife wound on his thigh was so painful that he cried.

"It's all because of you lowly bastards that I got hurt like this."

"My father will never let you get away with this!"

He raised his head and continued to hurl insults at the silent nobles.

All the lowly people would kneel on the ground at the mere sound of his curses; this was a lesson his father had taught him.

I was born noble.

"..."

"Why don't you just die?"

Amidst the curses, King Shorama VII raised his head and uttered his only plea to the Celestial Dragon before him.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 183 A Bloody "Feast"

"The intense drumbeats abruptly stop at the climax, leaving all the space for this sentence."

"Why don't you just die?"

"That's a bit impolite..."

"Let's say something else."

"Can I ask you to go and die?"

"Ah...that sounds much better."

What a joyful scene!

Bucky looked up and winked at the Den Den Mushi.

Meanwhile, the nobles, who thought they could keep the secret, had already surrounded the Coral Holy Order.

“You’ve all just started fighting…” King Shorema VII gasped for breath.

"You all remember what the Celestial Dragons said."

"If we want to get through this night safely, we must kill this Celestial Dragon here!"

Compared to pirates like the clown, they are more afraid of offending the Celestial Dragons.

Pirates can be dealt with by money, but the Celestial Dragons... can really drag them down from the aristocracy to the lowest class of slaves, lower than grass.

It's worse than death!

"This...this is the bloodline of God."

Some nobles looked terrified.

Eight hundred years of solidified perceptions have become deeply ingrained in people's minds.

"But he wants me to be a slave!"

King Shorema VII raised his head, his eyes unusually fierce.

He absolutely could not accept becoming a slave.

Even if the other party is from a social class that one once aspired to.

Shorema VII was not like his mediocre ancestors; he was ambitious and proactive. His attacks forced neighboring countries, which had gone without food for centuries, to be unable to even pay their dues.

After losing its membership, it was easily annexed by him.

The tens of thousands of slaves circulating in the royal city were all spoils.

The Power Rock represents his effort to take a step forward.

In order to establish a connection with the Celestial Dragons.

But now…

He needs to get rid of this Celestial Dragon.

Bucky gave them some time to think it over.

Yes, they will make the choice they want themselves.

Because each of them owned no fewer than twenty or thirty slaves, and some had even slept with hundreds of slaves.

That's why the prospect of becoming a slave terrified them so much.

The outcome was already decided the moment Corral Saint uttered that reckless remark.

In any feudal or slave era, treating people as slaves wouldn't be considered particularly outrageous, nor would it warrant the clown's attention.

But what's interesting is...

The World Government touts "absolute justice," declares slavery illegal, and proclaims the Celestial Dragons' supreme status.

That would be fun!

Bucky tilted his head, his gaze seemingly falling into the eyes of everyone in the world through the eyes of the Den Den Mushi.

Behind him, nobles dressed in various colorful robes formed a circle, surrounding Saint Coral.

"Unworthy people, lowly race!"

"Who gave you permission to get so close to me!"

"I'm going to arrest everyone connected to you and make them build the Tequila Wolf Bridge, until they die!!"

The Tequila Wolf Bridge is a large bridge built by the World Government in the East China Sea to connect various islands.

Slaves and criminals were the main labor force.

Coral Saint continued to shout.

He could sense this deadly threat, and violence and cursing were his methods of dealing with all those who were threatening or disobedient.

It used to work really well!

But the nobles in front of him all had the same gloomy expression.

Regardless of gender or rank.

King Shorema VII walked to the front and took a dinner knife from the clown.

"Starting with me, everyone will have the blood of a Celestial Dragon stained with their own, and everyone must swear an oath to keep this secret for life!"

King Shorema VII's eyes were stern, making sure no one present was missed.

It wasn't that no nobles didn't take action just now.

But now we must put everyone on the same boat!

Whatever the Joker's motives, what he has to do now is keep this secret in the castle.

That's the only way to ensure safety for all of them.

As for the Joker…

King Shahleyma VII could find a way to satisfy any amount of gold and silver jewelry he desired.

"Hmph...hmph hmph hmph..."

Bucky is really trying hard to hold back his laughter.

Many voices in my head were telling me that as a professional clown, laughing during a performance was not allowed.

This was a magnificent performance where meticulous planning and coincidence came together!

Look at my colleagues.

They're investing so much!

How crazy!

I can't let myself down.

Bucky reached out and took the Den Den Mushi into his hand, so that the view would be more direct and clear.

The nobles happened to have their backs to him and didn't notice.

The Den Den Mushi, with its intricate spiral pattern, has piercing eyes.

Transmit this scene to the world.

King Shorema VII, facing the Celestial Dragon in front of him, held a dinner knife and stabbed him amidst Saint Coral's angry curses.

With a soft "pfft".

The knife stabbed into the thigh; it wouldn't be fatal, but blood would gush out.

After the first cut.

He quickly pulled out the knife.

It was still stained with the same bright red blood.

King Shorema VII wiped his knife with the back of his hand.

Then he turned around and handed the knife to the next person.

One after another…

They seemed to be savoring their last supper!

His expression held the most exquisite fear and madness.

The identities of slave owners and nobles are the appetizer, while forced disobedience is the seasoning.

And this noble Celestial Dragon is the main course.

Make sure everyone gets a taste!

We must make sure that the whole world sees this!