Great God Buggy

For a long time, sailing at sea was nothing but boredom piled on boredom. He couldn't train constantly, either. Life needed both tension and relaxation. As it happened, the system shop sold Make Out Paradise, personally written by Jiraiya.

There was no need to say much about Jiraiya's writing. He had gathered material at the risk of his life, poured his heart and soul into completing it, and produced a bestselling adults-only novel that had taken the ninja world by storm. It was profound, filling, and even the little perverts of Konoha praised it. The only problem was that, sooner or later, readers had to go looking for toilet paper...

Ahem. Young people were bound to get overheated after being exposed to the wind and sun at sea. He was only wiping away a nosebleed.

So he generally didn't read that book. He couldn't take it.

As for the novels from the pirate side... they were just for fun. There were titles like Second Generation Pirate King, Overbearing Pirate Falls in Love with Me, and xx, the Future Pirate King... Nine out of ten were about pirates, while the last one was about the Revolutionary Army...

The Navy cried itself unconscious in the bathroom. The novels had unexpectedly become bestsellers in this world. They made readers' blood boil, leaving them desperate to put out to sea and become pirates at once, cut down Whitebeard, recruit Kaido as a subordinate, make Big Mom their maid, ignore Red-Haired's face, and devote themselves wholeheartedly to piracy...

There was no way to ban the stuff. In the end, the Navy gave up trying to treat the problem and let it develop however it wanted.

Manga were less clear-cut.

With a novel covering his face, he lay on a deck chair and snored away. He was currently enjoying his vacation in a picturesque village.

The people here were simple and honest, and everyone treated others exceptionally well—if one ignored the screams that had just rung out.

"Pirates! Pirates are here!"

"Everyone, hurry inside and hide!"

So, did the One Piece World really have no such thing as a vacation?

He took the novel off his face and sighed softly. The village had no real combat power, and the newcomers weren't people the villagers could handle.

The pirates weren't exactly ferocious, but every one of them was dressed strangely. Rather than pirates, they looked more like a circus troupe.

The pirates either wore heavy makeup or dressed bizarrely. Even the skull on their pirate flag had a clown's red nose painted on it, giving it an inexplicably comical air.

But they were still pirates!

Leading them was a Great God who looked very much like a clown. A captain's hat was jammed onto his head, his red lips were an unknown shade, and his comically large red nose stood out prominently. He wore a red-striped bodysuit, loose trousers, and a red cloak trimmed with fur. Holding throwing knives between his fingers, he laughed wildly. "Men, raid the place! All the treasure here is ours! Hahaha, take everything!"

Clown Buggy was a trainee crewman aboard Pirate King Roger's ship and a friend of Red-Haired Shanks. After eating the Paramecia-type Chop Chop Fruit, he had become a Chop Chop Man who could ignore slashing attacks.

A man whose name and body could be combined however he pleased.

The captain of the Buggy Pirates, the possessor of Conqueror's Haki-level luck, the man who had brazenly challenged the Yonko Whitebeard, the man the world's greatest swordsman could do nothing about, the man who refused to give face even to the Face Giver who had eaten the Face-Face Fruit, and the man who had nearly taken the life of the future Pirate King.

Buggy, the eternal god!

This godlike man laughed wildly as he led his crew to experience life in the East Blue. As the saying went, the lesser hermit hid in the wilderness, the greater hermit hid in the city, and the greatest hermit hid in the court. This man had achieved the greatest form of hiding: a Great God had mixed into a group of weaklings and was doing the work of a weakling.

Such unfathomably deep scheming was terrifying. It made one suck in a cold breath and exclaim, "How horrifying!"

Today, however, someone was risking death to challenge a god!

With only a single exchange, Rodney knocked every pirate who had entered the village flying. They all lay sprawled on the ground, either groaning helplessly or unconscious.

Ever since Garp had knocked him flat with one punch, Rodney hadn't suffered many injuries. That punch from Garp had truly been vicious. Even now, thinking about it made his head ache faintly.

Ninjas were fragile. It was fine if they didn't get hurt, but once injured, they easily fell into a disadvantage. A magic assassin facing a group of warriors and tanks truly had a hard time.

"Who are you? How dare you hit the men of your great pirate Buggy? Haven't you heard of my name?" Buggy held throwing knives between his fingers and asked in what he thought was an awe-inspiring pose.

Rodney looked him up and down and realized... he was so weak!

Could this be why he was Buggy? His ability to conceal his strength was astonishing. Red-Haired Shanks had gone from a trainee crewman on a Pirate King's ship to one of the Yonko. There was no reason Buggy couldn't do the same. So this guy might be hiding his strength!

With that thought, he shot forward and appeared in front of Buggy!

Soru!

A blade gleaming coldly in the daylight came slashing down, splitting Buggy in two. Yet not a drop of blood spilled, and no muscle or bone could be seen—only a bright red mass. It looked somewhat disgusting. Reality really was different from watching anime.

He swung his blade repeatedly!

Dance of the Camellia!

Swish, swish, swish, swish!

Without putting up any resistance, Buggy was cut into chunks of meat that floated in the air. His crew showed no surprise at all. Instead, they wore strange smiles. They had long since grown used to this. It was their captain Buggy's mercy toward challengers, as well as an impromptu performance.

Rodney retreated as Buggy's laughter came from the chunks of flesh. "Hahaha! I'm immortal! Your great Buggy can never be killed! Your attacks are useless against me!"

The chunks of meat reassembled into Buggy's form, and even his clothes were restored along with him. What a strange ability.

"..."

Rodney's complete calm puzzled Buggy. At a time like this, shouldn't he be shocked or directly scared to tears?

How could he not even react?

This was making things awkward.

"Oh, a Devil Fruit."

"Why are you accepting it so calmly?!" In the East Blue, Devil Fruit users were as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns. How could someone see such an ability and not be surprised?

"What's so surprising about that? Even if you showed up in front of me, I wouldn't be surprised, let alone you."

"What the hell is a Face Giver? The Face-Face Fruit?"

"Of course. Anyone who eats the Face-Face Fruit has to be given some face!" Rodney declared solemnly.

"Hehehe, you probably won't live long enough to see one, because your great Buggy is going to kill you here! Prepare yourself for death! Mohji!"

At the sound of a lion's roar, a purple-haired lion walked over. Perched on its back was the beast tamer Mohji, wearing a doll-head hood and a white fur vest.

"Go! Richie, eat him!" The beast tamer Mohji struck the lion Richie with a small whip.

Richie's eyes reddened as he let out a hungry roar and charged toward Rodney.

Bang! Bang!

After two punches, the man and beast each had a huge lump on their heads before collapsing to the ground.

"All right, who's next?"

Rodney smiled. He didn't even feel like drawing his blade. How should he put it? This bunch was truly weak.

He walked slowly toward Buggy. Buggy shouted, "Don't come any closer!"

"Oh, hell!"

His foot slipped, and he nearly fell flat on his face. What the hell? There hadn't even been a stone there just now!

The ground was perfectly flat, too. Was this... tripping over nothing?

Could he not? This was really embarrassing.

"Now's my chance! Bara Bara Cannon!"

The hand holding the throwing knife broke away from the arm and shot toward Rodney at incredible speed. Rodney tilted his head to dodge it, then caught the hand and stepped on it.

"Ow, ow, ow! Brat! Let go of my hand!" The pain from Buggy's split body could still be transmitted to the rest of him, and he cried out loudly.

How could this brat's reactions be so fast?

"Ah! Brat, how can you use that much force?!"

Rodney pressed Buggy's hand into the dirt with his foot, making him feel the pain!

"Brat, Bara Bara Pancake!"

Buggy's upper and lower halves separated and began spinning at high speed, flying over like throwing knives.

"Take this~"

"Arghhh—"

Pain that pierced his very soul erupted. Buggy's upper body, floating in midair, lost control and crashed to the ground. When he looked over, he saw Rodney.

Buggy's lower body floated in the air in a bizarre position, both legs twitching. One of Rodney's feet had struck Buggy's vital area.

Fatal Chicken Kick!

To land this blow, Rodney had specifically activated his Sharingan.

"Captain!"

"Captain Buggy!"

"Captain Buggy, you have to hold on!"

Encouraged by his crew, Buggy overcame the pain and shakily floated into the air. Furious, he shouted, "Brat, I'm definitely going to kill you, then throw you into the sea to feed the fish! Don't kick me, don't kick me~ Stop it! Agh!"

Another strike landed, and Great God Buggy collapsed, unable to get up.