One Piece: Buggy the Clown Who Fell From Grace

The pirate ships trapped near the port looked like prey caught in a trap, with no way of escaping.

For Bucky, however, this was the opening horn of the game.

He reached out and touched his shoulder, where a fluffy head nudged him.

"Our game also needs a background, a background that can highlight the core of the game, which is also a very important factor for the game's playability."

He tilted his head and spoke to the dream beast behind him.

For a mythical beast like the Dream Eater, even a formidable barrier like the Red Earth Continent is nothing.

"Moo-"

The Dream Eater rubbed his palm a few times, fully aware of its status as a tool beast.

It let out a soft roar and then disappeared into the night.

It prefers environments with dense fog.

Bucky needs it to add a background to his game that is enough to arouse suspicion.

Hmm, suspicion.

An interesting word.

As for starting the game...

Of course, he had to come in person.

Bucky didn't want to miss such a joyful moment.

His gaze lingered on the dark green warships that were surging and propelling him forward.

"Come on, closer, closer."

Bucky muttered to himself, his gaze seemingly measuring the distance between them.

"What is he trying to do?!"

Doberman stared at the guy with utter bewilderment.

But I quickly realized that such thoughts were completely unnecessary.

Trying to decipher the thoughts of a madman?

What's the difference between that and being a madman?

He then silently measured how far the three-barreled gun turret standing on the bow deck could fire.

Once it's at a sufficient distance, just let the artillery fire engulf this clown.

This way, there's no need to consider the issue of contact.

Information coming directly from above still allowed Doberman to remain somewhat cautious.

Especially those CP agents.

They seemed particularly afraid of the clown.

The warships drew closer as they rocked.

The eleven warships did not advance in parallel, but rather formed a pocket around each other.

There are four warships closest to the port.

One of Doberman's ships, and one of Vergo's from the G5 branch, was also from G5. The warship that first caused the riot was also from G5, where the navy is known for its recklessness.

In addition, the warship next to Doberman was the "Black Cage" Hina, who was a commodore.

The other party was also promoted after the war.

The other ship belonged to agents from the CP organization.

A CP0 member wearing a white mask is already one of the CP organization's top combat forces in the New World.

The CP9 team, which originally had great potential, was defeated and dismantled by the Straw Hat crew at Enies Lobby.

The distance should be about the same.

Let me die here.

Doberman's expression hardened, and he raised one hand, ready to give the order.

Then they saw Bucky the clown standing on the watchtower grin.

She tore open the clothes covering her chest.

His body was covered in black explosives, and he was holding a lighter in his hand.

"What do you mean? Are you planning to commit suicide?!"

Doberman said something in confusion.

Instead, CP0, wearing a mask that looked like a teddy bear, suddenly became nervous.

"No, no! This guy is a Chop-Chop Fruit user, and he's at this distance. He's going to self-destruct! He wants to contaminate us!"

The corruption of evil!

The CP0 agent codenamed "Owl" has had his story circulated among CP0 members as a case study.

The terrible consequences of contact with the Joker are referred to as demonic contamination.

Or rather, the clown virus!

"Quickly, retreat!"

"Or we'll open fire, fire the cannons and sink that thing!"

The masked man gave the orders in a flustered tone.

Pakistan, on the lookout tower, remained unhurried.

He knew the Navy and Secret Service agents would see him.

"You are welcome to participate in my game, as a reward..."

"Let's watch the fireworks together."

Bucky grinned as he spoke, though his voice wasn't loud, but the agents should be able to guess what he meant from his lip movements.

Out of the corner of his eye, he also noticed Hawkins, who remained at the port, and the long-armed fellow.

Their alliance follows a trajectory somewhat similar to the original storyline.

Let's do it together then.

The lighter ignited the fuse.

Bucky spread his arms wide, enjoying the process of blowing himself up.

He needs to blast himself into a wide, scattered shape.

He planned to single-handedly ignite the emotions of the eleven naval fleets and the two pirate groups in front of him!

Crazy idea!

But it's very interesting!

Either Bucky explodes first, or we all go crazy together!

Welcome to the Clown Gang!

Let's have a good laugh!

It's fortunate that enough warships came; otherwise, Pakistan would have had to worry about too many of its parts falling into the sea, which would have been difficult to recover.

The spark touched the black powder in the blink of an eye.

With a whoosh.

Exceptionally dazzling fireworks burst open in the night sky.

If it's said to be fireworks, then it's fireworks. Lord Buggy always keeps his word.

"fireworks?"

Grant's eyes glazed over as he gazed at the dazzling fireworks in the night sky.

The light flashed across the night sky and disappeared in an instant.

The bright beads in the fireworks lose their luster after burning completely and fall down in vain.

Grant played with fireworks a lot when he was a child, so he knows a lot about them.

He touched the top of his head; a few bright beads had just fallen in.

But for no reason, the old captain's words from before came back to his mind.

The old captain, who had served the Navy for decades, held no weight in Doberman's eyes.

In a world where individual combat power expands infinitely, this is something that the vast majority of ordinary people must learn to accept.

Grant once thought so too, because he considered himself to belong to the extraordinary.

The situation seems to be different now.

I am the prey.

A sense of utterly absurd sorrow welled up in his heart.

Every word the Celestial Dragon uttered in the newspaper echoed in his mind.

“We select 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."

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Aren't I just that naive yet hardworking guy?

Aren't I just a clown who's watched like a joke, taken from and discarded at will?

I'm such a ridiculous clown!