Thanks to the training from his Second Personality, Buggy's strength had improved by leaps and bounds, which was why he had not been killed by Joker's various pranks.
After all, when Joker went crazy, it did not care whether Buggy was its host. Between life and fun, Joker had always chosen fun. Even joking around with its own life was no big deal to it.
So, when Buggy woke up that morning, he found that he had been "dismembered" into several hundred pieces and packed into a number of boxes.
After finally being freed from a pitch-black box, he discovered that he had already been thrown into Ohara in the West Blue.
"So, Mr. Joker came from the East Blue?" Robin rested her chin on both hands as she watched Clown Buggy wolfing down his food.
"Brat, who are you calling a red-nosed clown?!" Buggy, who was in the middle of eating, immediately bared his teeth and snapped back angrily.
Now, besides "red nose," Buggy had another forbidden term: clown.
He could not help it. The Joker he considered his Second Personality had nearly tortured him to death. If not for his Conqueror's Luck, he would have died countless times already.
Sometimes, he could vaguely sense his Second Personality, but that feeling of madness, chaos, and evil had nearly scared Buggy into wetting himself.
I actually have such a terrifying Second Personality? Even Buggy himself had never imagined he had such an incredible side.
His Second Personality called itself Joker. Buggy had learned all this from its crazed worshippers, and that was precisely why "Joker" had become Buggy's second forbidden term.
Buggy's fierce expression did not frighten little Robin. She widened her big eyes and said, "But you really are a clown."
"You still haven't told me what exactly you