One Piece: Buggy the Clown Who Fell From Grace

The source of the sound was a person wearing a dark robe and hood, who kept his head down.

His chest cavity was hollowed out and shaped like a large trumpet.

Inside lay a Den Den Mushi with dark, dull skin.

He shook his head and grinned, mimicking the signal coming from the other end.

"So, as you said..."

"Every three years, the Celestial Dragons choose a non-member country as the location for their hunting activities."

"Yes, yes, the citizens of that country are the prey. We work very hard to hunt them down so that we can get a reward."

The Den Den Mushi (snail phone) perfectly mimicked the fearful tone of Saint Myklos.

“I participated twice. In addition to hunting the common people, we would also specifically release prisoners to hunt, as they could score more points.”

However... however

His extremely panicked tone made one imagine that there must be a cold blade pressed against his neck right now.

"But what can be done about it?"

The clown's mocking voice was remarkably distinctive, as if the incredibly heavy truth spoken by the Holy Miklos hadn't affected his good mood at all.

Yes, he enjoys revealing such interesting truths.

Although it wasn't as interesting as seeing the true face of my old friend.

But it's barely acceptable.

The Den Den Mushi turned its face away.

"However, since the God Valley incident, every additional prisoner has undergone rigorous screening."

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"Is what the Celestial Dragons said true, Vice Admiral Momousagi?"

A naval soldier standing next to Gion suddenly stopped, holding a long spear in his hands, his face filled with indescribable fear.

As naval personnel, they are taught from the moment they enlist that the world's nobles are great, descendants of the Creator, and that their ancestors, the twenty kings, single-handedly established the current order.

It is the foundation upon which world governments and navies are maintained.

Everyone says it, and every page of paper records it.

From childhood to adulthood, from a frail old man to a toddler just learning to speak.

Therefore, no matter how arrogant and disgusting they are...

But before crossing a certain bottom line, before a common understanding is formed among the group.

The soldier simply suppressed his suspicions about the world's nobles and continued to uphold his sense of justice.

But now, his worldview is beginning to crumble.

Gion's tall legs came to a stop.

Despite being very good at comforting people, she suddenly didn't know how to face this bewildered subordinate.

She pursed her lips slightly.

But he only hesitated for a moment.

Then she quickly took a long, straight stride.

"The Joker is a master at manipulating people's minds; don't believe him easily."

This explanation was clearly insufficient to salvage the soldiers' suddenly shattered worldview.

However, he was surrounded by naval personnel who watched coldly from the sidelines.

Like a powerful inertia, it carried them forward.

The residence of Saint Miklos was not far from the central avenue, and even closer to the heart of the holy site, the magnificent city of Pangaea.

This position has absolutely nothing to do with him personally.

It's all thanks to the surname Marcus.

Among the Five Elders of this generation is Marcus.

Gion was moving quickly; after passing through the manor ahead, the power of Observation Haki enveloped the entire Baroque building in front of them.

The room at the very end of the third floor.

A life wearing a mask, speaking to one... or two Den Den Mushi?

Gion had no intention of wasting time.

His slender fingers rested on the hilt of his sword, Kinpira, and he bent his long legs, stomping a few times in mid-air.

"Moonwalk".

"Could you explain how you conduct the screening, Your Excellency Saint Miklos?"

The clown's voice still echoed in half of the holy site.

"If it's screening..."

"Because of the last accident, we are now selecting directly from the Navy."

“Select some naive yet hardworking guys and send them to the hunting grounds ahead of time under the guise of special training.”

"Yes, sometimes we say it's for the mission."

"However, in the records, we will write it as defection."

"That way, no one will pursue the matter further."

Even faster, it's down to 30 days! Everyone should hurry and invest to try and save some money!

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 51 Living Like This for Thirty Years

The zombie responsible for broadcasting was surrounded by naval soldiers early on.

At least that's what Akainu saw when he arrived.

The soldiers surrounded the bowed figure, rifles in their hands, white navy caps hanging down, their faces obscured by shadows.

They took no action.

"Lord Sakazuki...is what they're saying true?"

A naval soldier lowered his head and asked cautiously in an extremely suppressed voice.

Those who were able to be stationed in Mary Geoise were themselves carefully selected by the Navy from among the member states.

The broadcast, delivered so close at hand, directly shook their long-held beliefs.

Yes, faith.

For an army that has existed for a long enough time, faith is an important factor in maintaining its cohesion and combat effectiveness.

For the navy, the top-down order and justice derived from the concept of a creator is their long-standing belief.

But now, the soldiers suddenly realized

This belief betrayed them.

Or rather, this belief has always just been a way of fooling them.

While coaxing these naive guys, he stood above the world and defecated and urinated.

"The other party is an intruder!"

Akainu's cold voice remained unwavering, as fierce as his lava ability.

"He is also a challenger to justice. Everything that clown does is aimed at shaking your sense of justice."

And this is merely to achieve their own dark and unspeakable goals!

Instead of directly answering whether it was true or not, he directly defined Bucky's identity.

Invaders, provocateurs, pirates, criminals…

They are the opposite of justice, their enemies.

Therefore, you can't believe what the other person says.

Rather than refuting the arguments presented, it is better to directly criticize the other party's identity.

"But, Mr. Sakazuki!"

One of the marines looked up, tears streaming down his face, which he hadn't noticed before.

"Corporal Lipschuh, who was in the same cohort as me, disappeared in this way..."

He was suddenly declared a defector and a pirate.

"That means he betrayed justice."

"No, it's impossible!"

The naval soldier's hand holding the gun trembled violently.

Then he suddenly turned the gun around.

A naval soldier, his gun pointed at a naval admiral.

“I lived in the same dormitory as him. We trained together, ate together, and got scolded together every day. I know very well! He joined the Navy for the sake of justice in his heart. He really wants to kill pirates. He would never betray us!”

silence.

The silence of the other naval soldiers was the greatest support for this action.

"Then, the next question."

On the zombie's chest, the dark-colored Den Den Mushi was still relaying Buggy's mocking expression.

"About that Void Throne."