Fire of Chaos

This isn't just a spark.

It's like dousing a pile of extremely dry hay with gasoline and then throwing in a match.

Explosion!

A conflagration spread across Sector 61, a district of estates belonging to nobles and officials, the most peaceful, serene, and dark place on the Sabaody Archipelago for the past few centuries.

"Caught him, caught him, hahaha."

Before a bronze gate covered in ivy, a man dressed in opulent clothing was dragged out forcefully.

"Next is the auction!" The men dragging him wore obviously inferior coarse cloth shorts, yet they had expensive gold jewelry hanging from their waists and wrists.

"Baron Garcia," the leading man looked young, his skin dark.

He forced a smile, imitating Buggy's expression.

"His starting bid is one Marine Major!"

"No bids! No bids!"

People around heckled. Their brown and gray coarse cloth shorts were a stark contrast to the exquisite and elegant environment of the estate.

"Don't let it go unsold! It can't go unsold!" Baron Garcia was clearly startled by the word "unsold."

Buggy's actions had added a new meaning to the word "unsold" worldwide.

"We don't want it to go unsold either, but unfortunately, Baron Garcia, there are no Navy officers here to uphold justice for you right now."

The leading man gripped a long saber inlaid with a large ruby, his eyes growing fiercer.

If he killed the other man, he could take over this beautiful estate, and he could enjoy the service of beautiful slaves!

He could enjoy everything the other man had.

It wasn't just imitation crime.

Many people filled with ambition, or unwilling to remain at the bottom, discovered that the Navy was truly stretched thin at this moment.

The World Government's order seemed to have vanished.

Once ignited, the flames of Chaos spread uncontrollably and madly.

They not only scorched the hidden darkness to near death but also spread to all combustible materials.

"Don't expect reason from Chaos, just like me."

When Buggy emerged from the Celestial Dragons' mansion, which was clearly distinct from other noble residences, he witnessed such a chaotic scene.

The moment order collapsed, everything attached to the chain of order, whether good or bad, was bound to be impacted.

It was impossible for there to be no bloodshed.

"Fortunately, I was already a criminal."

He felt no guilt as the instigator in his heart, even though countless self-proclaimed righteous individuals would hold him responsible for the lives of innocents who died during the collapse of order.

However, it was interesting.

Buggy also saw the female slave who had cut her hair for him, that woman named Swan.

The group she led was completely different from the noisy chaos of the other crowds.

Instead, they appeared orderly, and after defeating the guards of a manor, they immediately rescued the slaves who were covered in shackles.

Their group was growing.

Even their retreat was decisive and swift.

Resin bubbles taller than a person were filled with food, weapons, clothes, and gold.

They did not take any of the gaudy antiques or furniture.

Attaching wheels to these bubbles turned them into the most convenient and popular mode of transportation on the islands—Bubble Bicycles.

It felt quite strange as they passed by Buggy in groups.

A group of people riding bicycles were doing things like robbing the rich to help the poor.

They were even shouting slogans with passion.

"We don't want this cruel world!"

For some reason, Buggy found the words sounded familiar, as if he had heard them somewhere before.

He turned his head and happened to see the girl with short, black hair.

Her fair and bright little face wore a serious expression, with a few strands of hair sticking to her temples from sweat.

It was hard to connect her current appearance with the pitiful state she was in when she was confined in the iron cage.

However, her current demeanor was more vibrant and beautiful.

Thinking of this, a gentle smile reappeared on Buggy's face.

He was not someone who was easily impressed by beauty.

It was quite fated, as she met Swan's eyes.

This lunatic is actually here!!

Swan's first reaction upon seeing the other person's face was to run!

As far away from this lunatic as possible!

The Marines and World Government personnel would surely arrive at any moment.

She still had to carry on Lord Arrow's legacy, she absolutely couldn't be buried here.

Thinking of the man who was already deified in her heart, a wave of sadness couldn't help but rise in Swan's chest.

What was slightly puzzling was that Mr. Jacques and Mr. Arne, who were the earliest to follow Lord Arrow, seemed indifferent to this.

After figuring things out, Swan stood up directly, her long legs pedaling desperately.

"Let's get out of here quickly!"

Her crisp voice spread throughout the team.

Swan's premonition wasn't wrong, actually.

At least for this period of time, it was the only window of opportunity on the island.

At this moment, both the World Government's CP Organization and the Marines from District 66 were lured by Buggy to the Human Auction House in District 1.

Hmm, I wonder if they managed to successfully hang those two Celestial Dragons?

Buggy thought with some anticipation.

The soil of the Sabaody Archipelago relied on mangrove roots for its structure, and in the spaces between the mangroves, there were dense waterways.

Although it wasn't possible for medium-sized or larger ships to dock, it was more than enough for small trucksized boats to navigate.

Morgans knew that he was now on a pirate ship and couldn't get off.

Even though he had arrived at District 14 with supplies ahead of time, and his pre-prepared ship was here.

He still obediently waited for Buggy's arrival.

He was afraid, afraid of dying like the Photo King.

That was too terrifying!

Of course, in Morgans' heart, he felt a hidden excitement about creating such big news.

Buggy, having left the manor area, had restrained himself somewhat, using his splitting ability to slightly alter his facial features.

It wasn't Arrow's identity.

That identity was merely a point to tear apart order.

Now, looking at it, the effect was quite good.

Casually exercising his pirate nature, he robbed a Bubble Bicycle and rode it somewhat leisurely between the islands.

And his background.

Was buildings continuously engulfed in flames, was people on the entire street fighting each other.

A scene of Chaos.

The tacit understanding between lawless and lawful zones was torn apart in the blink of an eye, driven by ambition and profit.

"Do you know why I'm always smiling? Because I often see the comical side of things."

"Don't you agree, Brother Rayleigh?"

Buggy greeted the white-haired old man before him intimately, his tone slightly halting.

They had once been companions on the same ship, raising glasses in joy.

He hadn't forgotten those times; they were rare, healing memories for the current Buggy, aside from the chaos.

A world of three, there had to be some compromises.

Buggy accepted it all calmly.

It was just that, for some reason, Brother Rayleigh's expression seemed a bit serious.