One Piece: Buggy the Clown Who Fell From Grace

"Humph!"

"If I see him again, I will never let him escape again!"

Satan Saint clearly still harbored resentment from their time in the Holy Land; the clown was the first person to provoke him to his face and then escape unscathed.

He uttered harsh words, but his grip on the wooden cane loosened considerably.

"Has there been no news from CP8 who went to investigate in Egherd?"

"Yes, my lord."

"Including CP6 and CP7, there have been three waves of investigators who have gone missing, and Eghad is showing signs of getting out of control."

The intelligence officer who answered stood ramrod straight.

"Hmm..." Satan Saint remained calm regarding the matter of Egerhad.

"Let CP0 handle this first; they should have arrived in Egherd by now."

Without the Joker, this wouldn't be difficult.

However, Vegapunk was involved in many matters, and the research data was very valuable. At the same time, it was in the field he was in charge of, so he decided to personally take charge.

He then turned to ask other questions.

"Has the rebellion in the Kingdom of Lulucia been quelled?"

"No, no, the Joker planted countless bombs on it..."

"If it's ruined, it's ruined."

"Humans, like ants, will perish, but will soon reproduce again."

Satan Saint didn't want to listen to the official's explanation at all, and simply gave the order with a cold look in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)

Please take one day off.

I'm stuck...

I wrote two thousand words but felt something was off, so I deleted them. I probably won't finish today, but I can take the day off...

Sorry, sorry…

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 215 Captain Hughes

Two days later.

The Hughes arrived safely in the waters surrounding Future Island.

Even on moonless nights, Future Island remains brightly lit.

A giant, broken-looking eggshell floated above the island, with neon lights shining down. In the center of the eggshell was a ring-shaped object resembling building blocks.

Below Eggshell Island, coconut groves intertwine with futuristic geometric buildings, pointing towards the future of humanity.

"USS Hughes, we have received your request to dock. Please dock in thirty minutes according to the established route and maintain a steady speed, otherwise you will frighten those lovely children."

At the port authority in Eghelm, a female researcher with long, wavy hair crossed her legs as she replied to a letter from the Hughes.

The two rows of monitoring screens in front of her clearly showed the situation in the surrounding sea area.

The adorable children she was talking about were staring wide-eyed at the transport ship, which was only the size of their palms, with a fierce but actually cowardly air about them.

The transport ship only had one ship lamp lit, so it wasn't very bright.

As the female researcher flipped through the ship's logbook, she gave orders to the marine monsters and weapons in the nearshore waters to give way.

Otherwise, these little cuties would find it hard to resist the temptation of a lump of tin.

"Also, welcome back."

After confirming that the logbook was correct, the female researcher put down her tablet and took a sip of coffee.

The coffee has a burnt, bitter taste when you first put it in your mouth, and the bitterness goes all the way down your throat before leaving a slightly mellow aroma on the tip of your tongue.

"I still find it hard to accept this thing."

The female researcher was standing next to a young man wearing glasses. After glancing at the coffee in the other person's hand, she spoke.

Humanity's dream—Becca Coffee.

Just add a drop of water and you can instantly brew a hot cup of coffee.

One of Dr. Vegapunk's inventions was most popular with researchers, given that they often worked through the night.

Even when I'm on duty, I can't resist having a couple of bites.

Both were wearing the same white robes and had identification badges hanging around their necks.

"That would be best. Otherwise, once you get used to drinking it, it'll feel strange if you don't drink it. Of course, compared to alcoholism, this stuff is at least not as stimulating."

The female researcher licked her lips. "The Hughes is back just in time. There are still many studies on the island waiting for Wapol alloy."

"Yes, but we can't let our guard down. The pirates are getting more and more rampant."

"Even CP0 has come to the island, so something big must be about to happen, right?"

The male researcher glanced at her lips with a hint of lust, then smiled and said...

"At least old Hughes hasn't changed much."

The female researcher gave a casual reply.

The two chatted idly as the Hughes drew ever closer in the surveillance footage.

If the two researchers had observed more closely, they probably would have seen a figure wearing a white coat standing in the corridor above the deckhouse.

The ship's lights cast a very long shadow of Paki.

He squinted, as if admiring a brand new stage.

"Right, an island of indescribable future... I think they must have a technology that can destroy the world, the kind that can blow things up cleanly. I'd bet my life on it."

He was talking to himself.

With his head held high, his gaze swept across the island, as well as over the sea creatures lurking on both sides of the ship.

The sea creatures have enormous bodies similar to sea kings, but resemble land animals: giraffes wearing helmets, hounds wearing red armor...

The transport ship was tiny in the face of the sea monster.

In the darkness, the ferocious eyes of each sea monster are like bronze bells, capable of awakening the primal megalophobia in humans.

However, animal instincts are always stronger than human instincts.

More than megalophobia, these sea creatures clearly sensed the terrifying aura emanating from Bucky, which constantly tugged at their fragile nerves.

If it weren't for the chip inside their brains constantly stimulating them and issuing escort commands, the sea monsters would have left without hesitation.

He widened his eyes just to bolster his courage.

If it's for hunting, then one should quietly circle around from behind.

Just like the Hughes in its current state.

The silence was eerily quiet.

Old Hughes recalled that it was always quite lively when it was time to dock, even late at night.

It's not just those who work methodically who are busy; most people who have been adrift at sea for months find it hard to suppress their longing for safe land.

They would crowd along the ship's side, gazing at that dream island.

But now there's nothing.

Apart from him, everyone else obeyed the major's orders with unusual devotion, and their eyes seemed to have become strange... quite frightening.

Old Hughes closed his eyes and could only hear the creaking and groaning of the ship.

And there were footsteps approaching from outside.

Suddenly, I felt a sense of tension.

Even though all the changes contradicted his understanding, his mind somehow told him that they were perfectly normal.

When Bucky entered the captain's cabin, old Hughes had his hands hidden under the table, stroking a silver revolver.

"Major, would you mind telling me your real name?"

“I’ve searched through the roster and logbooks for the past two days, but I haven’t found the name Yaro Baki.” He stared intently.

"To be honest, I really can't understand how I could appoint you as a commander while knowing absolutely nothing about you."

"If I had to find a fitting explanation, it would be like being bewitched by a demon."

Old Hughes didn't just realize this now, but earlier he felt he couldn't control the situation.

With just him and the soldiers on the ship, they were no match for the man in front of them.

The image of this person seemed to be seen through a layer of fog in old Hughes' eyes. He could not see clearly at all, but he could only conclude from his past knowledge that he was a naval lieutenant commander, commander, etc.

Even the name seems to be pieced together.

It gave old Hughes a very strange yet harmonious feeling.

Old Hughes felt there was no chance of winning.

However, his feigned compliance finally earned him an opportunity.

Right now, I can contact the port staff at any time, with terrifying sea monster weapons guarding both sides.

In fact, when he saw the Joker push the door open and enter, Hughes had already made contact with the port.

Human cognition is complex and leaps around; once a self-consistent logic is established, it also possesses a certain degree of self-correction ability.

Especially after calm reflection.

"Are you about to turn hostile, Captain?"

"Oh right! Did those cuties outside give you the courage?"