One Piece: Buggy the Clown Who Fell From Grace

They, these world nobles.

They were afraid of the rumors they had spread.

That would be interesting.

"How could that little cutie have climbed up here so quietly without making a sound?"

"A dazzling firework is more captivating when it's sudden enough."

He blinked, as if he could already see that magnificent scene in the silent night sky.

Bucky didn't want the little gecko to have finally climbed up only to be stopped by the Navy before it could even bloom in the skies above Mary Geoise.

Jacques didn't understand, but he was deeply shocked.

"Where's the other guy?"

Swan pointed to the big bear that had been standing guard nearby without making a sound.

He's a Shichibukai, after all; it's hard to understand why he's acting so dazed.

Pakistan also finds it hard to understand.

He tried to split the other person's mental world.

But the bear's mental world is a complete blank, nothingness.

Perhaps this is why he is in this state?

They then attempted to split the opponent's Devil Fruit ability.

The Paw-Paw Fruit is an extremely convenient ability.

Unsurprisingly, it ended in failure.

It's like a dull, lifeless lump of iron.

This is really giving me a headache.

Saint Charles staggered and ran to the central street of Mary Geoise.

The streets here are exceptionally wide, as if they weren't built for normal human beings.

"Hehehe, where did this idiot come from?"

A female Celestial Dragon sits cross-legged on the back of a hammerhead shark-man.

She held a red fan, partially obscuring her face.

He held Charles Marcus Saint in utter contempt for the way he walked.

If it weren't for the Celestial Dragon's attire, she would have thought it was some audacious commoner daring to step onto the main street.

"Kill Kill Kill"

Charmacos suddenly turned around, revealing a face covered in bruises, without his mask.

He suddenly raised the hunting rifle he was holding high.

"what!!!"

"Protect Lady Riamu!"

The navy, which was on guard at a distance, was suddenly alarmed when they saw Charles Saint's hunting rifle.

They were not entirely wary of a Celestial Dragon who suddenly chose to take to the streets.

Or rather, they wouldn't dare.

At this moment, Charmaco Saint was filled with intense killing intent.

bang-bang-bang-

He held his hunting rifle and kept firing in the direction of the Liamu Palace.

"Grandpa said that fire can add to the fun."

Charmaco the Saint laughed maniacally and threw the Molotov cocktail as well.

Flames leaped up rapidly on the huge bluestone of Central Avenue.

The fish-men, being used as mounts, seemed completely unaware of their surroundings; having been specially trained, they didn't even have the awareness to dodge.

"Killed him, killed him, hehehe!" Charmaco Saint seemed to have gained immense satisfaction, his brain, which had been violently modified, was a complete mess.

All I saw was a navy man wearing a floral shirt flying over.

"And Grandpa's and Dad's requests."

He stood on the shards of the Molotov cocktail, flames spreading up his clothes, while Charmaco Saint was preoccupied with finding a relatively intact shard of glass.

Slash open the wrist.

Blood gushed out like a torrent.

"Hey hey hey"

He looked towards the direction of the navy man in the floral shirt, and wrote with his own blood, stroke by stroke, on the huge stone slab—

"The clown is here."

"Hey hey hey."

He kept laughing maniacally at the navy, and the clown mask in his arms fell into the flames, stained with the blood of his comrades.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 49 Recommendations

"Help, please help us."

Inside the magnificent temple of Saint Charles, one could see emaciated servants or slaves everywhere, trying to huddle together and minimize all unnecessary movement.

They all wore face masks that displayed numbers, covering their mouths and noses.

They also have one thing in common.

Those are not normal human beings.

Some people glow with a blue light and have gills like fish, but the gill openings are blocked.

Some have exceptionally long limbs, while others are covered in the fur of some kind of animal…

Obviously, all the normal humans are dead.

Some of them looked at Bucky with hopeful eyes, carefully removed their masks, took a deep breath, cried out for help, and immediately put them back on.

Bucky saw the numbers on the mask jump a few times.

Ten minutes of breathing...

The harsh conditions moved even Jacques deeply.

"Save you?" Bucky tilted his head.

"Well, given the excellent character education at a certain university, I strongly suggest you save yourselves."

"Yes, self-rescue."

The Joker never saves anyone.

Pakistan is no exception.

Self-rescue was the last compromise he and the college students had made.

Moreover, it's certain that if he were to save them without saying anything, these tamed people wouldn't be very grateful to him.

They will be even more terrified.

He glanced at a watch that didn't exist.

"In about half an hour, the navy will arrest everyone here, and in three hours, about half of the people in this beautiful holy place will be dead. I keep my word."

He said with a grin.

Bucky gave them an opportunity, a chance to save themselves.

Just like Swan.

He carefully installed timed Pakistani bombs in the hall, which were intended for the navy.

Well, as long as Saint Charmaco successfully completes his mission, the Navy will inevitably have to come to his residence.

So he wanted to leave a little surprise.

A pool was also carved out on one side of the magnificent palace.

Some severed limbs and broken arms were floating haphazardly on top.

A tiger shark-man was staring at Bucky with extremely bloodthirsty and ruthless eyes. This was the only animal in the palace of Saint Charmaco who was not subject to any slave restrictions.

Bucky could not see any intelligence in the fish-man's eyes.

It was simply a craving for food.

It seemed as if they had degenerated into a state of eating raw meat and drinking blood, with even their limbs, which should have been flexible, showing signs of atrophy, and their wide-open teeth stained with blood.

Was it the result of the Celestial Dragons deliberately raising them?

"I can help you."

Beside the pool.

The extremely withered merman raised his head.

Unlike the free-range tiger sharks, this fish-man was almost entirely covered in chains, with even its mouth, nose, and gills covered by a thick mask.

The time shown above is three minutes.

Even his cracked neck was tightly bound with a slave collar.

Since the slave escape incident in the Holy Land, at the strong request of the world's nobles, not only will the navy have a permanent admiral stationed in Mary Geoise, but also the merfolk, who are of the same race as Fisher Tiger, the culprit of the chaos.

They obviously also faced even more brutal treatment.

"What can you do to help me?" Bucky asked with interest.