One Piece: Buggy the Clown Who Fell From Grace

The five old men were drenched in sweat.

"……quack…"

The sound of teeth grinding came from the throne.

Despite being shrouded in black robes, Im was still suppressing his anger. Whether Nasujiro's account was true or not was another matter, but the historical reference he mentioned did give Im some insight.

“The D clan… Nika… and the clown…”

The word "clown" came out of Im's mouth, each syllable carrying extra weight.

"A massive purge to get the world back on track is necessary!"

"Yes!"

The five old men visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

Regardless of what Im thinks, this hurdle is now behind them.

However, another voice suddenly came from the throne.

"Bring me a newspaper article about me."

The five old men were stiff all over.

"Lord Im... these have all been destroyed."

Nasujiro replied in a trembling voice, unable to believe what would happen to him when Lord Im saw the newspapers flying everywhere outside.

Cleaning is essential; we must clean all of this as soon as possible!

Please vote with your monthly tickets! Double monthly tickets plus reader bonuses—one vote equals three votes! Don't miss out!

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 245 Zephyr's Plan

FOOD… Island, harbor, beach.

The vibrant red seawater, pulled by the moon's gravity, climbed layer by layer onto the beach, leaving only the mast of the dilapidated pirate ship that had been buried in the sand exposed.

The markings on the tattered black flag were no longer legible.

The seabirds had barely landed on the mast when they were quickly driven away by the vast shadows.

The warship, painted in dark green camouflage, slowly approached the shore.

The warships exercised great restraint, stopping far from the beach and using small hovercraft to transport the marines ashore.

The first person to step ashore was a tall, thin man in a yellow and white striped suit. His leather shoes swayed on the sand as he muttered to himself about the tiny Den Den Mushi on his wrist.

Then there was a man with his eyes closed, wearing a light purple kimono and a purple scarf, who lightly tapped the sand twice with a blind knife.

"It's Admirals Kizaru and Fujitora! Damn it, two Admirals have actually come!"

Not far from the beach, two men in grey robes lay under a tall coconut tree, observing the harbor through binoculars.

"It's just a pity that the coating work will be completed in just over half a day."

"Enough with the talk. Go and report to Governor Zefa and tell them to get ready. I'll stay here and gather intelligence."

"Okay, be careful."

One of the men in the gray robes squatted down, turned around, and started jogging towards the town.

The remaining man in the gray robe held his breath and continued to observe the situation on the beach through his binoculars.

In just a short while, the beach was covered with armed naval soldiers. They formed square formations and began to move towards the town under the command of their officers.

"At least four thousand troops, seven warships behind them, plus two admirals, the navy is really going all out."

"But where did Kizaru go?"

The man in the gray robe searched the area around the beach with binoculars.

But then, someone tapped him on the shoulder.

Are you looking for me?

Kizaru had one hand in his pocket, and pointed a finger at the gray-robed man's shoulder, his expression seemingly surprised.

"Looks like we've come to the right place."

"I'll have to trouble you to tell the teacher first that his student is looking for him."

"What he wants to do is terrifying."

……

……

The cliffs of the Red Earth Continent, bathed in the slanting, dim sunlight, appeared equally vibrant, as if the entire crimson glow of the horizon had been painted onto them.

The only drawback was that a hole was drilled in the cliff face.

The sandworm's tail burrowed through the cliff wall, and its tail protruded out. Only when it was blown by the sea breeze did it stop its burrowing force.

This thing is very afraid of seawater, and the wisps of moisture carried by the sea breeze also make it somewhat resistant.

Bucky pulled out his knife, stood on the sandworm's back, and in the dim light of dusk, he finally saw what this part of the sandworm looked like.

Unlike its oval head with a cross-shaped scar, the sandworm's tail resembles a man-eating flower with its mouth wide open, its three rows of sharp spines opening and closing, breaking down the rocks it gnawed on during digging into sand.

Its body is segmented, with a hard shell like that of a millipede, and round spikes on the surface like those of a mace.

At this moment, its tail was sticking out of the cliff face, while its body, still embedded in the soil and rocks, was nervously turning around, as if afraid it would fall.

"It's quite a unique and interesting little thing."

Bucky stomped twice.

After Pitsaur fled, this thing seemed to have developed its own ideas, especially when facing Im's pursuit.

The sandworm made gurgling sounds from its body, seemingly quite dissatisfied with Bucky's actions.

"Looks like you still have some objections."

"But there might not be a road ahead."

Bucky remained unfazed, saying, "But I can give you two choices."

"One option is that you can go back the way you came and face the rutting goat yourself."

The sandworm's tail swayed repeatedly, casting shadows on the pitch-black fingers and the sea-like soil and rocks.

"Secondly, I'll do a good deed."

"We'll send you back to Mary Geoise."

"After all, you are also part of the Five Elders' bodies. I just don't know if you share a brain?"

He would nod or shake his head when he saw the sandworm.

He had gained some understanding of the sandworm's condition.

First of all, the sandworm's current state has absolutely nothing to do with itself or its abilities.

Bucky often divides himself into different parts, even his soul, but in essence, he is like a distributed architecture. He seems to be split, but in reality, he is still a single entity.

It's about the division of others, without the emergence of a second will.

The sandworm's head-shaking indicates that although it and Piet Saint have the same body, they have two brains.

This can only be attributed to the peculiar nature of sandworms.

A small number of very special earthworms also seem to have this ability.

It can quickly close the wound and split itself the moment it is cut off.

Thinking of this, Bucky glanced at the cross-section of the sandworm again; it was bright red, and the blood inside was still surging.

This sandworm is quite easy to fool.

Bucky smiled.

"Then let's dig upwards first."

Although he could float up himself, he had fought with Pitsaur before and used Shockwave many times while being chased by Im.

At this point, my body was starting to give out.

It's okay when I'm excited, but now that I'm relaxing, a sore feeling comes up from every joint.

The Tremor-Tremor Fruit is not something ordinary people can use.

The ability user cannot become an element, so how could the vibration at such close range not affect the ability user's body?

Fortunately, Pakistan doesn't have to worry about that.

He's just a little physically exhausted.

"Hmm, even if it's only a part, it still counts as one of the Five Elders, right?"

Bucky patted the sandworm's hard shell, his eyes darting around.

He wasn't fooling the sandworm; he really was going back to Mary Geoise.

Running away isn't something that can be done so quickly, especially since he's already certain that neither the Five Elders nor Im possesses the terrifying Observation Haki that Enel has, capable of monitoring the entire island.

Their actions became even more audacious.

One of those Celestial Dragons can stay behind to provide support for their next visit, while the rest can be used to fulfill their promises.

Bucky had already informed Hancock when he landed on Mary Geoise, asking her to wait for him.

It wasn't that he meant any good; he just wanted to have some fun.

I wonder if the flying squirrel has found Baltigo yet... This time, it would be best if the Navy and the Revolutionary Army could fight each other.

We need to build several fires to keep warm.

Another reason was that before going underground, he left the Den Den Mushi (transmitter snails) and the anti-eavesdropping Den Den Mushi at Cresswell St.'s manor.

There's no way to fit such a large Den Den Mushi into my body; even if I did, it wouldn't survive. Living things have their limitations.

Flesh and blood are too fragile; it's time for mechanical ascension!