One Piece: Buggy the Clown Who Fell From Grace

He's in a hurry to find the old spider to play with!

However, in addition to developing capabilities, Bucky also did some preliminary work.

For example, they modified those small iron balls that were just filled with poison gas, making them the size of balls that could absolutely crush everyone in Wano Country, just like the ones in the Lulucia Kingdom.

He called it planting a little boy.

The Joker's usual practice in his territory—living on a powder keg.

At least Denjiro and the others were quite panicked, especially when the button was handed to them.

After doing all this, Bucky requisitioned a small boat at Bladeport.

The sea breeze made the sails flutter loudly.

It has a kind of eagle-eye feel to it.

Morgans can keep an eye on the World Government's movements, and the CP organization will definitely be keeping an eye on Bucky's movements as well.

Hanging an old spider requires patience; you can't make any big noise.

It will scare the old spider away.

So Buggy left a puppet clone on the Ark, leading Kaido and Shirahoshi to cause some big trouble.

Although it's called a small boat, it's not actually as small as the Eagle Eye Coffin Boat.

Although Buggy collected the Enma Sword and the Ame no Habakiri from Momonosuke before leaving, he didn't intend to use them for casual conversation.

It's very embarrassing.

There are even rumors that the reason the Creek Fleet was chased by Hawkeye all the way from the Grand Line to the East China Sea was because they caught Hawkeye using the Black Blade to maneuver.

Otherwise, what would power that coffin ship?

The ship beneath Bucky's feet was about the same size as the Merry, with only one mast.

There were no sailors, only Paki himself and enough food, so the power did not rely on wind.

Sea kings that primarily pull their boats underwater.

Advanced biodynamic technology!

Its speed can even reach 50 knots.

It looked like it was speeding across the water, with white waves almost reaching the gunwale.

It will take about three or four days to get to the target.

Bucky was testing his various techniques on this vast sea.

He combined the Ace Throwing Knife, which uses bone fragments as projectiles, with the Gas Ghost.

This eliminates the need to rub your fingers with iron; the sparks generated by the bone fragments flying at high speed are enough to ignite the gas ghost.

It combines single-target and area-of-effect damage, and it's quite powerful.

It can also be combined with the Laughter Virus, as the gas itself can contain various toxic gases.

Hmm, Laughing Ghost, that's a decent name.

Ideally, there should also be some moves that can target the old spider.

Fortunately, in his memory, the old spider had already revealed most of his secrets, except for information about the other four Elders.

Bucky thought it was worth studying further.

I'm begging for monthly votes! I'm practically throwing a tantrum to get them! I'm just a few dozen votes short of a thousand, and being stuck here is so frustrating! Please, please!!

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 214 Transport Ship in the White Mist

"The fog is so thick, keep an eye on things!"

The one making the shouts was the captain.

He wore a blue and white captain's hat, had a full beard, and his face was lined with clear lines when he shouted. His bronze skin looked like it was often exposed to the sea breeze.

"Captain, the Hughes isn't one of those old relics; it's a masterpiece with the help of that doctor!"

The sailors on the lookout tower climbed the ladder and responded with laughter.

"Damn, this is a new world!"

"Everyone, pay attention! This batch of supplies is going to Future Island!"

The captain cursed a few times, but a relaxed smile remained on his face. This transport ship, which shared his name, was built based on a naval warship and was equipped with laser-launching cannons.

"Putting everything else aside, even if there's any bump or scratch, those guys in the science class will nag for ages."

"Don't worry, Captain!"

A thick white fog blanketed the area, reducing visibility to extremely low levels.

Hughes first went back to the captain's cabin to check the radar, and after confirming that there was no deviation from course, he ordered the naval soldiers on the second deck to begin patrolling along the foredeck of the superstructure.

"Thick white fog... I feel like I've heard that name somewhere before?"

He looked out the porthole, and the thick white fog seemed to plunge him into the deepest night, amplifying every subtle sound.

The surging tide lapped against the iron-gray hull, the oars churned the seawater with a gurgling sound, and a seagull holding a scale in its beak was printed on the white sails—the naval insignia.

Within the mist, there were faint, bursting sounds, like fireworks.

This immediately made Captain Hughes, who had been looking relaxed, much more serious.

Fortunately, the sophisticated control panel in front of him, far surpassing anything in the world, gave him confidence.

Just a short while later, Hughes decided to speed up.

He had been staring at the clock the whole time; they had been sailing in the white fog for at least two hours and still hadn't seen the edge.

"Dense fog is not uncommon in the New World, but such a large-scale and thick white fog is rare. I think I heard someone mention it last time?"

Hughes muttered a few words and silently increased the transport ship's speed to 37 knots, something that ordinary ships would find difficult to do.

The ship's sails have long been at their maximum, and its current power comes from the boiler burning at the stern.

He sat down in his wide, spring-loaded chair. "The Battle of the Fog?"

"No way...that demon clown?"

That was a naval battle that nearly wiped out the Navy in a Buster Call, so he had naturally heard of it, but in his mind, pirates like the Joker were far removed from them.

That being said, the mere thought of this possibility immediately raised Hughes' alert level to the highest.

The atmosphere on board the ship immediately became serious. The echo of boots hitting the steel plates grew louder, and the lookout, who had been all smiles just moments before, stood guard at his post, meticulous in his duties.

They all realized that this white fog was somewhat unusual.

The thick fog created an exceptionally oppressive atmosphere, with only the sound of orderly and loud footsteps offering some comfort.

Hughes had retrieved his logbook, which, after being modified by the Naval Science Class, was no longer a book but an electronic panel that could be handwritten on.

His eyes were piercing, and his dark, rough face was clear evidence of his extensive experience.

The information recorded in the ship's logbook could be synchronized with researchers in the Eigerhardt Science Class at any time, serving as a means of monitoring the Hughes.

At this point, the time and location of the transport ship entering the white fog had been recorded, as well as Hughes's acceleration operation.

Hughes paused on the next recording, his gaze passing through the porthole and fixed on the thick fog, which clung to the windowpane.

He needed to make sure he could get the information out immediately, even if the Joker himself came, so that the researchers on Future Island would receive the message.

An attack... or just a regular foggy day?

"They're out!"

The white fog finally reached the edge, and the fog gradually thinned.

The scorching sunlight shone down directly.

The lookout's call immediately eased the tension on the people aboard the transport ship.

The light... the light dispelled the oppressive atmosphere brought by the thick fog!

And there's that unspoken suspicion in Hughes's mind.

"It was just unusual weather, but it's quite common in the New World."

Hughes could already see the sunlight, white clouds, and blue sky through the porthole.

"It's just him scaring himself. If the clown is going to go, he'll go and cause trouble for the admirals or the Celestial Dragons. What does it have to do with us?"

After comforting myself with a couple of words...

Hughes straightened his expression again, adopting the authority of a captain. On a ship, the captain's word is law.

He walked to the corridor above the deckhouse.

He scanned the area from top to bottom.

"Count the number of people and set the course!"

"We'll be completing our mission soon, let's think more about the wonderful life on the island in the future!"

"Don't let a single fog scare you sailors!"

He uttered several sighs, both to comfort the sailors and to comfort himself.

clown…

Ha, what does the clown have to do with them?

Hughes lowered his head and instructed the shadow on the deck:

"Major Yaro Baki, the headcount is your responsibility. Remember to arrange the duty shifts!"

On the deck beneath the corridor, Bucky's body was slowly being pieced together, parts coming from every sailor, including the captain.

The image is becoming clearer.

Bucky smirked and narrowed his eyes.

His face was covered in pale paint, blending seamlessly with the skull on his forehead; his nose was red, and his lips looked as if they were stained with blood.