One Piece: Buggy the Clown Who Fell From Grace

It can't get too bad anyway!

She unconsciously began to imitate Bucky's exaggerated and unrestrained smile, and his attitude of abandoning everything and rebuilding everything.

Six terrifying legs, each two or three meters long and almost entirely covered in matte black paint, emerged from her back.

The four of them thumped and plopped on the ground.

Like an exoskeleton, it supported the already tall Momousagi.

Her body leaned slightly backward, with her fulcrum entirely supported by the feet extending from her back.

Like a dragonfly's hair, disheveled and scattered.

Her rosy cheeks showed a hint of paleness.

Two more sharp legs came around her shoulders and rested on the hilt of Kinpira's sword.

Slowly pull out the blade that had pierced her shoulder.

Black blood continued to flow from his shoulder, and his legs, gripping the hilt of his sword, were rising higher.

It resembles a black flower gradually blooming.

The bleeding blade was completely withdrawn, and the flower had reached the point of withering.

With a snap, the six legs suddenly flipped over, and the shape of the number seven changed from supporting to being suspended.

Gion slowly raised her head, a smile as bright as the new moon on her face.

Her ability is the Spider Fruit, Mythical Zoan type, Jorogumo form.

This is a Devil Fruit that anticipates hunting and killing.

Gion does not resist this expectation.

"Since we haven't chosen to run away, we might as well stay."

She chuckled softly; not all the navy and slaves possessed the keen senses of her former subordinates and fishmen.

The remaining people were still lamenting and worried.

They lamented why the navy's support hadn't arrived yet and worried about what kind of punishment the World Government would impose.

They also harbored resentment towards those who suddenly fled.

The Celestial Dragons are still around, why are they running away?

Gion, however, has no intention of leaving the Navy.

As a high-ranking officer in the Navy, she had a broader perspective.

The order of this world is a small pyramid.

The Celestial Dragons stood at the top of the tower.

The member states and the navy are located in the middle, while the non-member states and pirates are below them.

Member states and non-member states, the navy and pirates—this is the order that the Celestial Dragons have created, an order that will constantly erode internally.

and…

"Only as a navy officer can go after that guy."

She chuckled softly and pointed the knife at the people who remained.

Since it's all hypocrisy anyway, why bother with any sense of justice?

……

……

FOOD VALTEN Island.

"I almost got caught in that terrible vortex."

Basil Hawkins said with a solemn expression and a hint of relief.

"Yes, who would have thought that Fishman Island would attract the attention of three emperors at the same time, and yet we still have to pass through this place at this time."

The subordinate with the curly hair said with lingering fear.

They had just surfaced from a depth of 10,000 meters and were particularly nostalgic for the truly fresh air on the island.

"Luckily, it was Kidd who caused trouble; otherwise, we might not have been able to break out."

"After all, he was a ruler who had long been entrenched in the New World."

"But fate told me that staying on the islands would only be more dangerous than venturing into the new world."

"Especially that clown."

"The fate he symbolizes is more like a whirlpool, always stirring up chaos."

"It is best to stay away from such turmoil while our strength is still insufficient."

Hawkins recalled the chaos caused by Bucky that swept across almost the entire Sabaody Archipelago, forcing them to clash with the CP organization several times.

He glanced around the island again. This place had once been the territory of an emperor, but now that the emperor was gone, it had become a piece of unclaimed meat.

That's quite fitting too.

The island itself is famous for its coating technology and fragrances.

However, the towns here are far too peaceful when it comes to these pirates.

His eyes even held a hint of admiration.

"Pirate sir, please accept my offering!"

A short-haired, brown-skinned islander suddenly knelt down in front of Hawkins.

He was holding a large stack of pele in his hands.

To accept or to refuse?

Hawkins pondered for a moment, then took out a stack of cards from his pocket.

He hovered his left index finger over the card while muttering incantations.

Then the first card was turned over.

"moon."

It symbolizes emotions and the subconscious, while the reversed face of the card signifies compliance.

He frowned, not understanding why an islander's offering would lead him to draw the Moon card.

"I accept."

Hawkins accepted the other party's Bailey, following the divination results.

"Great, great! Another pirate is willing to accept my offerings!"

The short-haired islander looked delighted, then prostrated himself at Hawkins' feet with piety.

"Great Pirate Lord, I have prepared Holy Communion for you at home, and I humbly request that you grace my humble abode with your presence!"

"If you don't mind, I will make a wooden statue of you as an offering!"

Is it because you got used to being under the protection of the Whitebeard Pirates that you can only keep seeking protection from other pirates now?

Such compliant islanders seem to offer little reason for pirates to plunder them.

After all, they even used the word "offering".

Hawkins pondered this in his mind, his expression remaining unchanged.

"can."

The divination told him to comply, so he decided to go along with it and see.

He simply didn't know why fate was hinting at his emotions and subconscious.

The islanders' homes are not far from the port.

Near a breadfruit tree, there is a two-story building made of earth and stone blocks, painted with some unknown pigment, with a brown exterior.

Several pirate flags were also displayed.

The most eye-catching one is the white-bearded flag.

Ok?

Why is there a flag with a red nose?

Hawkins felt the figure looked familiar and performed the divination again.

It was a little scary, but overall there was no danger.

And the moon's submission.

"Fate always gets closer to what you resist."

He sighed softly.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 63 This world is boring

Good morning, would you like to have something to eat together?

Bucky smacked his lips and extended an invitation to the guest in front of him.

Out of respect for the permanent pointer and the instinctual need for life, he still set foot on the island that once belonged to Whitebeard.

Then, he happily allowed the islanders to build several stone sculptures for him.

If this customer had browsed around a little longer, he would have noticed.

The guest had flowing blond hair, a distinctive six vertical lines on his forehead, and was about the same height as Bucky.

“Basil Hawkins, right?”

I've seen your story in the newspaper.

"Hmm, Supernova, Worst Generation, Magician, Fortune Teller, blah blah blah, what interesting nicknames."