One Piece: Buggy the Clown Who Fell From Grace

"The World Government invites you to attend the World Conference."

"What would I do there? Isn't the World Conference for member states?"

Sakazuki raised an eyebrow.

He maintains a certain tacit understanding with the World Government, after all, nearly half of the Navy's personnel are his supporters.

"This is a temporary meeting, only the kings of the forty member states have been summoned. However, you have been invited to another small meeting, the topic of which is... how to eliminate the most unstable element in the sea—the clown Bucky."

"The Joker has really angered them."

Upon hearing this, Sakazuki turned around from the open deck, a look of relief on his face.

"That's about it."

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"almost."

In the naval office, Aokiji looked at the newly delivered documents on his desk and managed to force a smile.

The document contains two parts: one is about removing some government oversight personnel from the Navy, and the other is a request for the Navy to use the World Conference as an opportunity to eliminate the Joker at all costs.

The second document is only visible to Aokiji.

Clearly, the World Government has a clear understanding of what is most likely to appeal to entertainers like the Joker.

Look!

This is a meeting attended by 40 kings, the Five Elders, and a large number of Celestial Dragons!

For three days only! Don't miss out, or you'll have to wait another four years!

How could the clown not be tempted?

If Aokiji himself were a member of the Revolutionary Army, he would be tempted.

One job can earn you the equivalent of several years' worth of work in the past.

However... I still need to be wary of the Five Elders discarding me after I've served my purpose.

Aokiji tapped his fingers lightly on the table.

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Egherd.

At the center of the Punk Records Lab stands a vertical glass jar filled with a nutrient solution resembling formalin.

There are also two thin pipes on the tank that connect to the tank from another very sophisticated instrument.

The pipe is made of a special type of transparent glass.

You can clearly see green blood constantly flowing into the human-shaped figure inside the jar.

One end of the tube is a needle-like instrument that pierces straight into the heart and back of the neck of the person inside the canister.

The person inside the jar was naked and thin. It seemed that as the green blood surged, the person inside became even thinner, and the ribs were clearly visible.

Even withered, the clown still exudes a terrifying aura, as if he might open his eyes at any moment, laughing uproariously while plunging a knife into someone's forehead.

The nutrient solution, which was just a pale green color, quickly turned transparent.

"The nutrient solution is 90% consumed and needs to be replaced."

Pythagoras, symbolizing "wisdom," is depicted as a robot with a knob on its head and the character "知" (zhi, meaning knowledge) printed on its chest.

He kept a close eye on the various readings inside the tank.

"Displacement".

Edison was in charge of the operation; the word "Think" was printed on the left side of his chest.

Under his operation, the transparent liquid inside the tank flowed out through the open gate at the bottom of the tank, the gate closed, and new nutrient solution was added to the top of the tank.

The moment the nutrient solution dried up, Pythagoras clearly saw the clown's heart, nestled within his ribcage, beat heavily.

"Increase the ocean's energy concentration to 20%, quick!"

This is not a good sign.

Old Bei had already completed the preliminary work for extracting ocean energy, since bubble guns are a type of ocean energy.

It looks like sea stone powder.

As the nutrient solution was dripped into the tank from above, the clown's pounding heart visibly calmed down.

"He needs four more points before his body can adapt to the green blood's replication ability."

"That's insane!" Edison, having finished the operation, leaned closer, his eyes wide as he stared at the projection on the electronic screen.

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"Even a seraph who has fused with the blood of the Lunaria race cannot simultaneously possess two abilities."

"And they even said it was an adult's choice."

"It's just strange, do adults have to make such painful choices?"

“Indeed.” Pythagoras nodded in agreement, standing in front of the instrument. “His ability to receive this much has surpassed all previous test subjects and exceeded the level that humans can reach.”

"The entity says this might be related to the soul."

"Like that Blackbeard, they not only have special physical constitutions, but also very special souls."

"They cut the main body into many pieces, but Blackbeard was fine. Maybe that guy's physical skills are also very strong."

"After all, he was once Whitebeard's subordinate."

"But he still lost to the clown. The side effect of doubling the pain was too much of a weakening for a martial arts expert."

Pythagoras looked regretful. "It's just that it can't be replicated... If only we could build an instrument with the ability to break apart into pieces, many research results could be mass-produced."

"In that case, pacifists are the true pacifists."

The "wise" personality believes that the root cause of pacifists becoming tools of world governments lies in their insufficient numbers and lack of independence.

If there were enough pacifists with the will of the Great Bear, then their dream world could be realized.

The reading on the instrument suddenly jumped.

Pythagoras heard a long and clear exhalation.

The numbers on the monitor started to jump around.

It fluctuates repeatedly between zero and one hundred, and even shows values ​​exceeding one hundred multiple times.

"What's going on? Is there a problem with the monitoring equipment?"

"Wait, that clown is laughing!"

"Quickly notify the main body!"

Wisdom and thought were instantly busy, and the nutrient solution inside the tank was consumed at a rapid rate, turning transparent in no time.

Edison could only keep replacing the nutrient solution, repeating this process seventeen times until the readings on the monitoring instrument finally stabilized at one hundred.

The person inside the jar raised their hand and first rubbed their eyes gently, as if they had just woken up and were still sleepy.

The palm of my hand could feel the presence of a viscous liquid.

I gently pushed it with my palm.

White cracks spread across his palm.

The nutrient solution was separated along with the entire tank.

The cross-section was covered with a layer of translucent light mist.

Bucky's feet had already touched the cold floor.

"You probably need a new outfit."

Vegapunk entered the laboratory and pointed to a machine on the other side.

"really."

Bucky nodded.

The clothing provided in Old Man Berlusconi's automatic changing room was indeed much better than Bucky's previous trench coat. He did not choose the combat suit, but still chose the purple trench coat, although the material was lighter and cooler, and the inside seemed to be temperature-controlled, with the words SSG printed on the hem.

To cater to his preferences, the trench coat was even clearly distressed.

Bucky scratched his head, quite satisfied.

This changing room even has a shower function.

After emerging from the locker room, his fingers kept tapping in the air, and with each touch of his fingertips to the air, white cracks could be seen spreading through the air.

It was as if... he was banging on a window with a window breaker.

"It seems our experiment was a success."

Bucky couldn't help but smirk.

This time, Green Blood Fusion allowed him to fuse the abilities of two fruits at once.

The Fun Fruit and the Tremor Fruit.

The green blood of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit was extracted from Big Mom, while the Hobby-Hobby Fruit was created by Buggy first giving the fruit to Tomitch, and then extracting the bloodline factor from him.

They won't die; at most, they'll be weak for a while.

By exchanging it for a Paramecia-type Devil Fruit, Tomic has struck gold.

"And I can feel that... the Chop-Chop Fruit and the Tremor-Tremor Fruit together seem to be more complete."

"A complete concept about division."

Vegapunk nodded, a hint of fear and worry in his eyes.

"One is the energy released during the splitting and collision process, and the other is the process itself. The combination of the two has an effect beyond imagination."

"Plus the Fun Fruit..."