One Piece: Buggy the Clown Who Fell From Grace

Bucky grinned and continued talking to himself, regardless of whether others agreed or not.

The communion given by the islanders wasn't lavish, but it tasted alright.

Several soft, crispy flatbreads, dipped in a spicy sauce.

Considering that before his arrival, the islander was already nearly destitute after offering sacrifices to three waves of pirates, such a meal was still acceptable.

"To be honest, I thought it would be another pirate crew, like Whitebeard, Blackbeard, Redbeard or something."

"It's interesting to think about."

Why do you think they would come to this island?

Hawkins resigned himself to his fate and began to try the pancakes offered by the islanders.

"Hmm," Bucky wiped his mouth, then hesitated for a moment.

“Before that, if you’re interested in hearing my story, I promise! It’s a completely new and true story!” He tilted his head.

Hawkins didn't respond; instead, he took out a few cards and began to divine on his own.

"Condition one: Three days ago, Bucky the Clown appeared in the Sabaody Archipelago."

"Condition two: You are not found on Fishman Island."

"So, Mary Geoise?"

There are only two paths to the New World, and Hawkins chose the one that the pirates would take.

But the pirate in front of him, known for his madness, chose a different path.

It even appeared here.

He held a card in his hand, trying hard to turn it over, but it seemed as if some force was fighting against him, and his fingers trembled incessantly.

Snapped--

The card broke in two at his fingertips.

Cold sweat involuntarily trickled down my forehead.

"Wow!"

"Fortune telling, what an interesting game."

Bucky had his feet up, his hands clasped as if deep in thought, but his eyes were slightly downcast.

“I used to have a friend who liked divination, but his habit was to flip a coin, and he didn’t turn out to be very good at it later.”

"You guys should be different."

"After all, I don't like things that are too similar."

"But would you be interested in hearing my story?" He licked his half-torn lip again.

It still doesn't have that stinging sensation it used to have.

Hawkins remained silent.

"I have a friend, and I mean a friend."

"He has three brains."

"Tell the first person in your mind that this world is incredibly interesting and full of anticipation!"

"The second thing to tell him is that this world is exceptionally cruel and ruthless, so he must be careful!"

"The third brain says everything you're saying is bullshit!"

Bucky suddenly stood up, his face grim.

He has always been full of expectations for this world.

Because of the existence of the new world, because of the existence of an exceptionally outdated world government that can be washed away at will.

So he looked forward to it, to seeing what kind of chaotic flowers would bloom in this giant Gotham.

But when he actually arrived in the new world, when the rain and snow kept falling on him.

Bucky suddenly discovers the so-called chaotic new world.

It's incredibly boring.

The chaos in this world is man-made and fabricated.

And it has nothing to do with him.

"This world is boring."

Bucky's voice was deep, like that of a deceived clown.

"You are a stagnant pool that has been still for too long, excessively boring."

He sat down opposite Hawkins, his expression returning to calm.

She rested one foot on the armrest of the chair and flicked her blue hair.

"That's good, that's good, this way I'll always have something to do."

"You know, life is always incredibly boring when there's nothing to do."

"Next, fortune teller, please divine your fate."

"I can give you some tips."

More than ten special-purpose warships are currently surrounding us, carrying approximately six or more vice admirals.

"Hmm, maybe there are even generals among them."

Hawkins' eyelids twitched. "The probability of survival is ten percent. They're not targeting me."

"is it?"

Bucky touched his chin, looking doubtful.

"Then let's add one more condition."

"There will be at least five CP0 agents coming to this island."

"Oh right, right, we can't forget our Heavenly Demon, that turkey."

Hawkins' hand holding the new card began to tremble uncontrollably.

His face remained composed.

"At least one-third of the CP agents and one Shichibukai."

"What did you do?!" Hawkins couldn't help but throw the card away, his face extremely pale, and growled, "Did you blow up half of the Holy Land to be targeted like this?!"

Hawkins knew he wasn't a target of the World Government or the Navy, as long as he was on the island.

He believed that neither the Navy nor the World Government would mind killing one more person along the way.

They'd rather kill the innocent than let the guilty go free.

They've always been like this.

Bucky still had a wide grin on his face.

Neither admitting nor denying.

Hawkins had a vague feeling that he might be right, but he also felt it was utterly absurd.

That's a sacred place!

But the force that the Navy and the World Government have deployed far exceeds that of the Buster Call.

This is definitely not something that could be caused by the death of one or two Celestial Dragons!

Especially after the navy had just gone through a war and suffered heavy casualties.

When Fisher Tiger wreaked havoc in Mary Geoise, they only sent Vice Admiral Kizaru to pursue him!

"Of course, you can try to run away."

"If you run faster, you might still have a chance."

Hawkins didn't pay much attention to Bucky's teasing words, but tried to calm himself down.

"The option of survival itself includes retreat."

“But the probability of this choice succeeding is…” He drew another card, “zero.”

“So you have two choices, my friend,” Bucky grinned.

Hawkins glanced up at the deranged clown.

He couldn't understand what gave them the confidence to maintain a mocking attitude in the face of such a massive attack from the Navy and the World Government.

Not to mention there's also a Shichibukai (one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea).

Bucky's eyes, painted with paint, held a deep look, and his smile gradually faded.

A small knife was shoved into Hawkins' hand.

The sharp blade was pointed at the clown's own neck.

"Kill me, or join the game."

Wow, it's already the beginning of the month again!

By the way, the person who posted the picture in the comments section is really bold. In the future, you can just send these kinds of things to newbies privately. (This is a reader's comment, please do not take it out on the author.)

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 64 Just kidding

The islanders with curly hair have mediocre skills.

The finished wooden statue can only be described as recognizable as a person; identifying who is who is quite difficult.

But in the somewhat cramped room, there were many such wooden statues, including a tall wooden statue with a crescent-shaped beard, and a human-shaped wooden carving with exceptionally long arms...

Their positions had been deliberately adjusted so that they all faced the only guest table.

Add to that the dim yellow light from the oil lamp in the room.