One Piece: Buggy the Clown from Arkham

At this point, hiding is useless.

Vander Decken pressed the brim of his hat to cover half of his face, pretending to be a cold master.

"Although I don't know why you are looking for me, no matter what kind of cooperation, it is impossible."

"I have only one goal from beginning to end."

"That is Princess Shirahoshi!"

His eyes were full of fanatical possessive desire, but he was extremely indifferent to Buggy and others.

Vander Decken has never liked these foreign pirates.

The reason why he hid was because of the reputation of the Pirate King.

Red Nose was also on that ship.

As for other information, he didn't know much, or he was not interested in knowing it.

"Wow!"

Buggy grinned, his expression was a little exaggerated, like admiration, and like sarcasm.

"An unexpectedly persistent pirate!"

"Perseverance, what a good thing."

He spread his hands and walked very casually.

"Do you want to know what my obsession is?"

"Um, sorry, they are a bit noisy."

Bucky suddenly stabbed the knife into his head and stirred it.

After using the split-psyche technique too much, sometimes there will be several more voices in the brain.

Just like the college student who shouldn't have appeared and the original Buggy.

Now he can occasionally hear the voice of the devil.

But he already had schizophrenia, and now he just split a few more.

"Where was I just talking about?"

Bucky shook his head again, as if to shake his brain.

"Yes, obsession."

This is a madman!

Vander Decken's heart jumped, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of fear in his heart.

As if facing some kind of giant, fear was born from instinct.

His eyes were fixed on the clown's every move.

He always felt that the other party's next move would be to stab the knife at him.

"I used to be obsessed with chasing treasures, especially those secret treasures left by pirates."

"Well, let me ask you a question."

"Suppose you buried a treasure and left a clue."

"Who do you want to leave this treasure to?"

"." Vander Decken was stunned for a moment. He was a little nervous. The clown's question made him lose his composure.

But his palm was ready to move.

The nature of the pirate made him want to fight.

"If there is such a treasure, of course it will be left to my descendants."

"That's right!"

Bucky clapped his hands, as if praising.

"When I was looking for those treasures, the most common ones were those that claimed that this was a treasure that could only be touched by a certain family or a certain bloodline. Anyone else who dared to touch it would find an indescribable curse."

"Once, I encountered a treasure house door that could only be opened by a person of a certain bloodline."

"Guess what happened later?"

He asked further, and the knife spinning in his hand was almost touching Vander Decken's face.

The word curse touched Vander Decken a little. He had always claimed that he was a man who suffered from the "target curse".

His hands trembled. He wanted to touch the other person, but was afraid of some terrible consequences.

So he was silent and listened to the clown's next words.

The clown licked his lips and smiled.

"Later, I found a family with that specific bloodline on a small island."

"Then I had several buckets of blood."

"I used the blood to paint the door of the treasure house red."

"But the door still wouldn't open."

The clown's knife was pressed against Vander Decken's face, cold.

A dark red shadow vaguely appeared behind him.

Vander Decken's inner fear was involuntarily magnified to the maximum.

Domineering domineering?

No, that's not right. The temperament of a king should not be like this.

Why do they have the same power to shock the soul?

From Vander Decken I to the current Vander Decken IX, there is no such thing in the information passed down from generation to generation.

It was also completely different from the domineering color of Whitebeard and Roger that he had seen.

Moreover, he specifically mentioned curses and blood. What was he hinting at?

Did he mean that if he dared to use his ability on him, he would pay the price of blood?

Fear paralyzed his body.

Since his base was exposed, he was already in a passive position.

He could only pray that this clown would not be as scary as the red-haired guy.

But both of them were on that ship and were about the same age at the time.

Vander Decken was panicking.

He didn't know how he could tolerate a stranger putting a knife to his face without any action.

"Well, later I used a lot of bombs and blew open the door with a bang, only to find that the so-called mechanism had aged and failed under the effect of time."

"The curse does not exist at all."

"This story tells us that things like curses and prophecies can all be attributed to bullshit."

Hawkins nodded secretly.

He might have refuted it before, but now he agrees very much.

Divination and the like are all bullshit!

"Why are you so serious, Mr. Vander Decken?"

"Are my jokes not funny?"

Bucky pressed the knife against the corner of Vander Decken's mouth and lifted it up little by little.

Blood slid down the blade and dripped slowly after hitting the handle.

His eyes were also dark red.

The devil came out to support him voluntarily.

He laughed out loud because of Vander Decken's fear and panic.

He seemed to be laughing at him for listening to a madman's joke seriously.

And he didn't laugh.

Joke?

The expression on Vander Decken's face was uglier than crying, and the corners of his mouth were stinging.

He had wanted to touch the clown in front of him several times.

Of course, it was not a curse, but the ability of the Target Target Fruit. Once the opponent was targeted, the items thrown by the ability user would automatically track to the ends of the earth, unless they were shot down or blocked by obstacles on the way.

There was once a fishman who was defeated by his ability and was pierced by countless arrows he threw.

And the gift he gave to Princess Shirahoshi was the same.

At first, he threw a love letter, but the other party didn't respond, and Vander Decken became more and more impatient.

The things he sent also changed from love letters to threatening letters, weapons, fish-man limbs and other things.

His possessiveness burned like fire, and he would not be able to calm down until he could possess Princess Shirahoshi alone.

However, if he washed his hands, the target he had locked would be cleared.

So since he sent the first love letter eight years ago, Vander Decken has never washed his hands.

"..Would you rather lock the door on the left?"

His vague voice sounded like blood foam, and that was the fact.

"Don't worry."

The clown smiled and comforted him, and then raised the knife on the other side of his mouth.

"What I want to do is very simple."

"Get what I want, and bring a little fairness to this place."