One Piece: Buggy the Clown Who Fell From Grace

The islanders' houses are located on the harbor, which is next to a hill on the coast.

The slightly elevated position allowed him to see the flames shooting up from the warships.

He blinked again, "But even at this level, it's still not enough to turn them into the way I want them to be."

The seeds of chaos have been sown, but Bucky has no patience to wait for them to sprout.

Relying solely on the opinions of one newspaper is unlikely to be enough to break apart the navy in front of them.

It's not that the navy is immune to the possibility of riots, but compared to the concentrated army, the navy's personnel are more dispersed, making it less likely that they will simultaneously experience that feeling of panic, tension, and helplessness, and be led astray by that emotion.

Or rather, it's more difficult.

"But that way I'll have something to do, hehehe."

Bucky chuckled a few times, ate a few more pieces of tortilla, and then, estimating that it was about time,...

They then headed towards the port.

He has a very exciting idea now.

Since the navy alone cannot reverse this inertia, let's add fuel to the fire ourselves.

Let's work together to add some color to this boring world.

He licked his split lips and chuckled.

This time, the corners of his mouth had that extraordinarily rotten feeling that he had felt in Arkham.

In addition to his growing ability to split his emotions and perceptions of the world, Bucky's ability to split himself is also constantly growing.

The demons generously shared their power with their fellow demons.

Just as he expected.

On the warship, the captain, who looked grief-stricken, had already been subdued by his colleagues.

It's not that they don't believe what's in the newspapers, it's just that they don't have a captain like them, who has an excellent marine son.

Therefore, my feelings were not as profound as those of the captain.

Faced with such a "heinous" act, the first reaction is still to subdue it.

Grant did the same.

With red eyes, he pinned the old captain down and locked his arms around the man's shoulders.

"Captain Ryder! Don't forget, the editor-in-chief behind the news agency is that clown's accomplice."

"This is most likely just a tactic the Joker used when we surrounded him."

"Their only purpose is to incite infighting among us!"

"Don't forget the lieutenant general's warning just now, that's a clown who can bewitch people!"

"Do you understand?"

Although Grant had some suspicions, as a naval lieutenant commander who had been fighting pirates in the New World for many years, he understood the cunning of pirates even better. They would do anything to survive or for profit.

At the very least, we must not let such news affect our current actions.

He put his suspicions aside for the time being.

The old captain's face was pressed against the deck, and tears silently streamed down his face.

The body didn't offer much resistance.

Her face was half crying and half smiling.

"Grant, you are excellent."

"To be able to establish himself in a place like the New World, and to have decent swordsmanship, just like my son back then."

"So, did you know that your name is on the latest East China Sea special training roster?"

The old captain, who had been in and out of the Navy for decades, did not have the combat power of people like Grant.

But he had his own way of surviving.

For example, messages.

So when he saw the newspaper, he believed it without the slightest hesitation.

He has too much information to corroborate this.

Why is it that in every special training session, one-third of the participants never make it back?

Those who returned and those who didn't, did they go to the same place? Why do they always remain silent?

Why go to the East China Sea, West China Sea, or North China Sea for special training, instead of the New World where there are more enemies?

Why is this kind of special training only held once every three years?

He simply hadn't, or rather, had the imagination to connect all of this with the Celestial Dragons' games before.

Grant's pupils suddenly contracted, and the pressure on his hand involuntarily loosened.

The information uttered by the Celestial Dragon in the newspaper circulated in his mind again and again.

Should I participate in that kind of game too?

As the prey?

At that moment, there was another loud thud.

Suddenly, flames erupted from a warship not far away.

Did they see the news too?

Grant's expression was uncertain, and his mind began to wander.

The flames spewing from the dark green warship were the last struggle of dusk.

Night fell suddenly.

Lights, seemingly oblivious to the impending doom, began to illuminate the island.

The pirate ships in the port have entered the attack range of the warships.

But these pirate ships seemed to have found their way and headed towards the burning warship together.

boom--

The smell of gunpowder wafted around Grant.

He saw that Lord Doberman, whose face was covered with sword and knife scars, was holding a gun with wisps of smoke rising from its muzzle.

His hands were covered in blood.

"Don't waste time on this nonsense, prepare for battle immediately!" the lieutenant general said coldly.

His gaze was as if he were watching a boring farce.

They don't care!

The thought naturally popped into Grant's mind.

under night.

The brief disturbance was forcibly suppressed.

Several pirate ships that attempted to break out became the first to be targeted and were subjected to constant bombardment by the navy.

In naval warfare, the navy has an absolute advantage over pirates.

Unless you're facing someone with protagonist's halo, one or two out of ten shells will still hit.

But that's enough.

Under the siege of numerous warships, several pirate ships attempting to break through were destroyed.

The tall masts fell in half, and their counterattack couldn't even reach the warships.

Since we have advantages, we should make full use of them.

Doberman and his crew weren't so foolish as to want to engage in boarding action with pirates.

"Unfortunately, those two supernovas didn't fall for it."

Doberman said regretfully that these few ships were just unknown small pirate ships.

If we could just throw those two supernovae into the sea, it would save us a lot of trouble.

And that newspaper

He had a vague sense of unease, especially when he reported to the higher-ups and there was an unexpected silence.

"Lieutenant General, Bucky the Joker has appeared, right there at the port!"

A lookout shouted.

By this time, the warships were very close to the port, and rows of still-hot three-barreled gun emplacements were ready to give the island a thorough cleaning.

Grant met the clown on a lookout tower that flew a flag with a brown mustache and skull.

The other person tossed his blue hair with one hand, had a skull pattern painted on his forehead, a small red nose that looked particularly comical, and a mocking smile curled at the corner of his mouth, which was painted with red paint.

As if noticing the navy's gaze, the clown raised his head, his eyes filled with anticipation.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 67 I'm the clown!

The clown tilted his head and grinned, his squinted eyes seeming to be greeting the navy personnel.

They even stretched out their hands, as if waving to them, showing no awareness whatsoever of being prey.

This was not Grant's misperception.

But that's exactly what Bucky really thought.

He greeted his companions who would disrupt this quiet world.

The night sky was like a pitch-black curtain, with a crescent moon hanging on it.

Rows of dark green warships stirred up huge waves in the waters surrounding the island.