One Piece: Buggy the Clown from Arkham

The snake head in Buggy's hand had a scrutinizing look in his eyes.

"Split into pieces?"

The snake looked at the surrounding situation again. The original five-story castle was forcibly pieced together into a large flat floor by Buggy.

Then he looked at himself.

The incision on his neck was smooth, and the blood vessels were still surging.

This kind of ability that seems to be split or not. Only two fruits can do it, the Split Fruit and the Surgery Fruit.

"No, that's not right. The demon who has the ability to split into pieces is not like this, even if he is very close."

This head is obviously much calmer. Even if he is caught in someone's hand, he will give priority to analyzing the situation.

But the other seven heads are not so good-tempered.

They were forcibly awakened, their eyes erected, staring like copper bells, and the huge bodies connected by eight heads swayed anxiously on the floor.

Two of them opened their mouths and made a hissing sound.

"Close to what?"

Baki asked curiously.

The demon activity in the Yamata no Orochi seemed to be far beyond what he usually saw.

It has its own complete set of cognition.

Or maybe more than one set.

He looked at the other snake heads, and their eyes were different, like they were independent individuals.

In other words, he used a devil fruit to call up not just one devil, but seven?

If according to Dr. Vegapunk's theory, devil fruits are formed from people's expectations, then what do the mythical beasts like Yamata no Orochi and Oguchi Shinshin carry?

Is it formed by faith like incense becoming a god?

Doesn't this mean that devil fruits can be made or transformed by shaping faith and expectations?

Or, the expectations when the devil fruit condenses are not the expectations of people of their generation, but the expectations of people in the blank hundred years.

From this perspective, is it possible that the mythical beasts are the incarnation of people who once existed, just like Nika?

Unfortunately, until he crossed over, there was no definite statement about these things, and Buggy could only guess.

"Of course it's mature."

Although the snake head in his hand was slowly repaired by black flames, the burnt fragrance could not be covered.

It makes people want to pour soul juice on it and then take a big bite.

It would be best to pair it with a purple apple.

Hmm. When was this memory from?

Buggy's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Mature demons, like you, not us?"

"Also, among the guys you just mentioned, does it include the old spider man, the one who likes to stare?"

While he was asking the question, the other seven snake heads had surrounded Buggy, and their tails wrapped around him layer by layer.

But they didn't tighten... as if they were waiting for him to struggle.

But Buggy's calmness was a little beyond the snake's expectations.

"You have too many questions."

"I need to think about it carefully. After all, it's too old. It takes a lot of effort to dig these things out from the depths of memory, especially when there are many memories intertwined."

"What about this?"

Buggy pointed to the snake body that wrapped around him.

"I'm just an old snake that just woke up from a long time ago. I feel insecure, especially when my head is held by someone else. Can you understand that?"

"Of course, I understand all of this very well."

The charred snake head didn't pay much attention to what Bucky meant, but showed a thoughtful look. His eyeballs rolled a few times. When he saw that the snake body had wrapped around Bucky without a single gap, he suddenly showed a cunning and fierce smile.

"I thought of it!"

He whispered, and the body that was originally just wrapping around Bucky suddenly tightened, and the cold gray scales pressed on him.

"I thought of where the strange smell on you came from!"

The snake body strangled, and Bucky's body was crushed into meat in an instant.

"You ate the devil, hahahaha, it must be, you, a human, dare to eat the devil!"

The charred snake head looked at the meat squeezed in his snake body, his eyes full of complacency, and the anger of being forcibly woken up was much less, instead, it seemed like seeing some treasure.

The snake's belly rustled on the floor, and the strangled snake body slowly loosened, and the scales rubbed against each other, making a rustling sound.

It was like the sound of chain mail running.

The decapitated neck came over and took the initiative to connect the charred snake head, and his eyes were still fixed on the crushed flesh of the clown.

"But it's also thanks to you." The big snake glanced at one of the snake heads with his eyes... a snake head with dull eyes and a rough temperament, mixed in a group of fierce snake heads and very inconspicuous.

"Thanks to your fear, I can control this body so smoothly. Hmm... When was the last time I felt this way? It seems to be the third host?"

His eyes swept to the third snake head on the left, and the originally fierce snake head drooped under this gaze.

"Too crowded, right?"

"There is still such a waste."

The charred snake head was the one with the strongest will, controlling the main control of the body. His eyes stayed on the third snake head for a very short time.

Soon, he put it on the head that seemed to be frightened.

After the snake awakened, its body swelled rapidly, except for the head.

Denjiro could recognize that it should be Kurozumi Orochi, but what were the origins of the other snake heads?

While he was confused, his attention was still on the meat that Buggy had turned into.

A guy who could confront Kaido...would he die so easily?

Denjiro thought it wouldn't happen, and neither did Kurozumi Orochi.

Jiaoxiang Orochi thought it would happen.

He saw the clown talking to him with a smile on his face, and he stuffed a low-grade fruit into his mouth.

Mastering the ability to split into pieces might be a bright spot, but the disadvantages... the snake head is also very clear.

"But soon... it will be different soon." Jiaoxiang Snake Head's eyes were salivating.

"To be able to walk in the world as a demon instead of a host... those old guys would never have thought that there is such a way in this era."

He dragged his tail and gathered the meat flakes.

When the scattered meat flakes were gathered, a face was slowly pieced together on it.

Buggy felt that he should still give the other party some respect, so he pieced together a face again, showing the same smile as before.

Then he said slowly: "You say, I'm listening."

"Hiss!"

Jiaoxiang Snake Head's eyes widened.

"How is it possible, how can the ability to split into pieces stop strangulation!"

This went against his cognition.

Somewhat like... elementalization?

"Who knows? How about... you try again."

Baki pieced together a complete head, but the meat had disappeared, with a joking smile on his face.

He was quite interested in what the snake head said.

"Relax, we still have a lot of time."

He comforted him in return.

"At least I am very interested in listening to your stories about the past, um... especially about those old friends.

You know, the game between me and them has just begun."

"Hiss!"

The scorched snake head had already made no secret of its fierceness and cruelty. While Buggy was talking, it raised its tail and slapped it down again.

At the same time, one of the heads opened its mouth and spit.

It spit out a stream of pungent red saliva, which corroded the wooden board instantly.

Compared to the use of this fruit ability as a resurrection coin by the black charcoal snake, the scorched snake head obviously knew how to use it better.

Then he saw the half of Buggy's body that had just been pieced together turned into a ball of gas and floated up.

The red water didn't touch him.

"Gas Fruit?! You ate more than one demon!?"

The snake head exclaimed in surprise, and at the same time, another snake head bit the gas fiercely.

Bit a ball of air.

The clown seemed to have further vaporized, and it was difficult to observe even with the naked eye. Only Denjiro could sense the existence of the clown's breath under the perception of observation Haki... mixed with the big snake?

"Hiss!"

The scorched snake head seemed to sense some strange feeling, and spit out the snake tongue and roared.

Something scratched his scales?

Should it be said that something was covering him?

The scorched snake head thought of the gas fruit just now, and his face suddenly changed again.

But before he could react, Buggy had already condensed a finger at his neck.

The gas had been hidden in the gaps between the scales, and now all he needed was a flame.

Buggy condensed this finger just for the flame.

"Iron block."

The voice came in the air, and the finger quickly brushed across the cold gray scales, and a few sparks floated out.

Then there was a continuous fire, which exploded from under the scales of the big snake.

Blue blood spurted out.

When it touched the wooden board, the brown wooden board suddenly became moldy, like a sunken wood that had been soaked in the river for dozens or hundreds of years.

Denjiro quickly covered his exposed skin with his sleeves and retreated hundreds of meters.

"Hiss!!"

The Yamata no Orochi suddenly emerged from the smoke and dust surrounded by the fire, his whole body was as shredded as if it had been chewed by a dog. The explosion that passed over the scales really caused him a lot of damage.

"Fortunately, fortunately!"

Seeing him come out, Buggy was relieved. His body gathered again, but only half of it was floating in the air.

"If it is vulnerable, it would be too boring."

His eyes were teasing, and the look of looking at the toy in this way particularly stimulated the big snake.

"Demons are immortal!!"

The charred snake head roared, and he returned to the state just taken out of the oil pan, but with multiple layers of smoked flavor.

The black flames climbed up again, and the blood clots scattered outside quickly vaporized, leaving only a trace of corruption, but the body began to recover quickly.

"Hahahahahahaha!"

"Are you serious, immortal?"

Buggy clapped his hands heavily, his eyes suddenly excited.

"That's interesting!!"

Hearing this answer, Buggy completely let go of his hands and feet. It was too difficult for him to restrain himself, so why not have fun!

The dark lines instantly overwhelmed the momentum of Yamata no Orochi.

"Do you know what I like most besides explosions?"

The frenzied lines were like black guns, nailing Yamata no Orochi in sections.

"I like to use a knife, one knife at a time, so that I can carefully see the fear and distortion on a person's face, and a snake's face is also OK."

"Hiss!!"

Yamata no Orochi was not completely unable to move, but his body was like paralysis, twitching, and several snake heads were spitting red water.

The wooden board had been corroded layer by layer, and the places touched by the red water were collapsing little by little.

"Struggle harder!"

Baki first entered the elemental form to avoid the overturning of the red water, and then suddenly appeared on the top of the scorched snake head and stepped on it hard.

"Roar--"

The scorched snake head was stepped on and became mute, and was pushed face first to the ground for about ten meters.

"Actually, I just wanted to try it."

Bucky stepped on the snake head and used a knife to slice the meat out.

The other snake heads found the right opportunity to bite, but suddenly there was a burst of fire on their necks.

"Cut it finely to make sauerkraut!"

He chopped the snake head's face meat into very fine pieces, and the white bones on the surface of the snake head were exposed.

"Is ten pounds enough?"

"How about a taste first?"

The charred snake head clenched his teeth, but his teeth were broken, and ten pounds of cheek meat chopped into sauerkraut was forcefully stuffed into his mouth.

If it was other people's flesh, he could still enjoy it.

But this is his own flesh.

"Oh, ten pounds of thin is not enough, I need ten pounds of fat!"

The clown's change was very sudden.

It seemed that from that sentence, he was immortal, it seemed to touch some switch of the other party, and the repressed temperament dissipated in vain, replaced by endless madness.

It seems... the other party was originally like this, but he was just restraining himself.

Restraint is wrong.

"Why are you so serious, hehe?"

The knife with the black armed color domineering pierced from the corner of the snake head's mouth, and then cut to the ear root, and the other side was repeated.

"Look, you look so happy now!"

"Roar!!"

The scorched snake head was suppressed by the most demonic momentum and could not move. After the other snake heads recovered from the explosion, they all went crazy.

They felt the same.

"Too thin, too thin!"

Every bit of flesh on the scorched snake head was removed, leaving a snake skull with a charred color.

The old meat choked at the neck, and new buds grew on the bones.

Yamata no Orochi suddenly understood why that guy was so scared...

A crazy snake head suddenly bit Buggy, and before he could swallow it, his mouth was suddenly blown into two pieces.

The eyes of the charred snake head slowly became numb amidst the thousands of cuts, and even began to think about the meaning of its existence.

For the first time, he hated his ability to regenerate continuously.

Yamata no Orochi couldn't tell how much time had passed.

The snake heads exploded one after another, but the head that was chopped into pieces was always the same one, and every piece of flesh on the skull was cut very cleanly.

The opponent seemed to be playing a whack-a-mole game, and wherever there was granulation growth, there would be a knife light immediately.

The snake's abdomen swelled up.

Finally, when his consciousness was ready to commit suicide, the knife fell to the ground with a clang.

The clown held the snake head, and the eyeballs without flesh and blood were lonely.

"Can you tell me in detail now, those memories that are long enough?"

Buggy wiped his hands with a kind face.

"I don't know... I'm just... one of the hosts of Yamata no Orochi... a head... is a host. After I died, I became part of this fruit..."

"Let me go... please..."

"That won't work."