One Piece: Buggy the Clown Who Fell From Grace

The few Celestial Dragons who died unnatural deaths in recent decades were all killed by the same person!

This prompted the Celestial Dragons to not only berate the Navy and agents for their incompetence, but also to immediately demand that they erect an impregnable fortress around their own gates.

It seemed that this was the only way to make them less fearful when facing that daring guy.

They huddled in their manor, stomping their feet—feet they rarely used—and cursing that Fisher-Tegger was back.

There is no other reason.

After a long cry from a bird, the flames suddenly burst into flames again.

"Fishman Karate - Samewa Seiken!"

Parada made no attempt to conceal himself, brazenly defeating the guards' agents at the main entrance.

The powerful punch he delivered not only caused the agents to vomit blood, but also shattered the bronze gate in front of them.

How long have I waited for this opportunity?!

Five years, seven years, or ten years?

I really can't remember.

Under the extreme oppression of Saint Charles, merely maintaining his life had exhausted all his strength.

If the other party hadn't enjoyed the pleasure of this kind of training, I probably would have died long ago.

But it doesn't matter, I've finally waited for this opportunity.

Like Fisher Tiger, the hero sung by the fish-man singer, become a hero who liberates slaves!

This is the only belief that has sustained Parada from degenerating into the same bloodthirsty, primitive kind he once was!

His long-term life of extreme oppression left him with no room for anything else in his mind.

Or rather, only by holding onto this belief could he continue to live.

Any other distracting thought could lead him to his downfall.

"Only in this way can I live up to my years of training in the Sea Forest."

"It doesn't mean I've disappointed your conditions."

Parada had a string of raw beef steaks hanging around his neck. After throwing a punch, he would take a bite and chew it slowly.

His emaciated body gradually developed muscle definition.

Behind him followed in twos and threes a group of slaves who had suffered similar fates.

He rescued more than just these people; however, after Fisher Tiger, the Celestial Dragons put even more effort into training slaves, to the point that the slaves' first reaction after breaking free of their restraints was not to flee, but to be filled with fear.

These are not mandatory requirements for Parada.

His life was already nearing its end, and it was incredibly fortunate that it could continue to burn brightly in this way.

"Lord Clown, the chaos you desire, let my fists unleash it!"

soon.

The Celestial Dragons, who had initially been just making a fuss, realized that Fisher Tiger, that damned guy from over ten years ago, seemed to have really returned.

Those damned slaves dared to trample on the flowers and plants they had carefully tended!

"That's really cruel."

"They must be your subordinates."

Bucky placed his hand on the wings of the masked brain, cutting away his own distorted perceptions after he had already pruned them.

The masked man finally saw clearly the dead Buckys.

They were all CP agents who rushed over.

"devil!"

The bird's beak trembled as it let out a loud cry, vomiting blood.

The powerful life force granted to him by the Zoan-type Devil Fruit meant that he wouldn't die from such an injury.

But I was horrified.

This clown is not just good at bewitching people; he can truly manipulate people's hearts!

Tie Yu spun around, enduring the sharp pain in his chest, trying to drive away the clowns that came into contact with him.

The vast majority of Paramecia-type Devil Fruits are created through contact.

This isn't common sense, but rather his experience.

Iron feathers whipped up a terrifying vortex, driving away all life around them.

The masked man's skillful killing experience allowed him to react quickly.

The bird's claws stomped hard on the bluestone.

He was already extremely skilled at shaving.

The speed it displayed was also exceptionally outstanding.

The iron bird's beak pecks at all life it can perceive.

He couldn't tell, he really couldn't tell which one was the Joker.

He couldn't even tell if the person he killed was really the Joker.

Then kill every living thing you can see, as long as the Joker is among them!

Compassion, sympathy, companionship, justice.

The CP organization, cultivated as a killing machine, has no need for these pointless things.

A little further away.

Bucky, who had somehow distanced himself from the masked man, clutched his chest and chuckled incessantly.

"Hahahaha. Funny, so damn funny."

She wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

From afar, a navy man in a shirt was seen rushing towards them.

The masked man wore a clown mask on his cold and indifferent face.

The white mask was splattered with blood.

Please vote for me! Dear readers, could you please give me a vote?

(End of this chapter)

Let's end here with Chapter 54.

The crescent moon hung high in the silent night sky.

Hidden behind a few wisps of dark clouds, they chuckled secretly.

The moonlight was almost nonexistent.

Only faint tremors could be heard from the land, as if some terrifying behemoth was approaching.

That is indeed the case.

A gecko with suction cups stuck its sticky paws to the cliff face. The large, plump gecko slowly emerged from beneath the red earth.

Like the morning sun gradually rising on the sea.

It instantly covered a third of the night sky under the new moon.

It got even darker.

It also had a salty taste from the sea mixed with the smell of rotting flesh.

Geckos' movements are not gentle; in fact, they can be described as somewhat rough.

With its legs pushing hard against the cliff face, its forelimbs pulled forward step by step by relying on the suction cups under its palms.

It ripped away even the small hill-like rocks.

After finally climbing up, it stuck its tongue out in the direction of the crescent moon.

"Does Mr. Bucky call this giant beast 'cutie'?"

Swan's face turned deathly pale.

The soundproof wall, like a cloud that suddenly drifted by in the sky, blocked out the noise made by the gecko.

As she swayed in the cable car, she never imagined that geckos could be this big.

Jacques opened his mouth but did not respond.

He held a simple rag doll in his hand, the loose threads indicating that he had just learned to tie it.

Hehehehe!

"Navy, World Government, I'm back!"

Moria stood on the gecko's head and shouted loudly.

He has become much thinner, well, from being overweight to being obese.

"Full speed ahead, my Zombie Zero!"

Driven by his own hot-bloodedness, Moria paid little attention to the invisible wall in the sky. Instead, he drew his somewhat rusty longsword and roared.

He was quite familiar with this place.

When the Seven Warlords of the Sea meeting was held a while ago, I was welcomed in with great fanfare.

Who knew that the World Government would betray them after using them!

Thinking of this, he clenched his fists tightly.

What's wrong with him staying at home? Does staying at home mean he should be looked down upon?

Weakness is something that cannot be admitted.

"I'll show you that I'm still the same great pirate!"