Horror Section

Sailing the Great Sea is boring.

The monotonous azure scenery grinds down a person's will.

Bucky is an exception.

He is a person whose heart is always full of anticipation, but sometimes this anticipation grips his heart so tightly that his actions become filled with madness.

Yes, madness from the bottom of his heart.

But aside from that, he is a studious person.

Just like his old friend.

In just a few days, he had emptied Arne's knowledge of navigation.

This made the candidate navigator clearly realize that his candidate title might never be removed in this lifetime.

Or, perhaps, does the pirate crew need a reporter position?

Wait!

Am I really joining some Batty Cutie Pirates?

He doubted his life.

If he had the chance to meet old enemies or friends, they would all greet each other.

Others were like Peachbeard, Blackbeard, or White Horse, Red Heart.

What would he say?

"I'm from the Batty Cutie Pirates?"

Thinking of this, Arne felt a sense of social death.

However, when it came to following Bucky, he had never wavered.

Bucky was unaware of Arne's psychological activities.

He had no intention of forming a pirate crew at all.

If he were to do something, it would be the Joker Gang!

And it seemed he already had a Bucky Pirates?

However, in the time Bucky wasn't studying navigation, he would do two other things.

For example, one midday, after waking up, he would first select a piece of gold of suitable size from the Celestial Dragons' treasures and stick it to his chest.

Quietly experiencing it—

His entire being seemed to have undergone some kind of sublimation.

He, perhaps he should call himself, the persona symbolizing the College Student, was fully satisfied.

Sometimes Buggy couldn't tell if he should have schizophrenia to be considered normal.

After all, he had the memories of three people crammed in.

But he could clearly feel, my existence.

There were no other selves.

Or perhaps, like some psychological theories suggested, he simultaneously possessed a superego, ego, and id.

However, he was already a mental patient, so one more symptom or less didn't matter.

Could he split into three to fight someone?

It actually seemed like a viable idea.

Buggy licked his chin.

With a hint of nostalgia, he cut a smile along his Corner of Mouth with red paint.

But unlike usual, the flesh that was cut did not show any signs of decay.

They simply separated, just as they were when they were still attached.

When gold came into contact with his body, it would also be gradually split at a slightly slower speed.

The speed and degree of splitting couldn't compare to his own self-splitting at all.

Perhaps it also had something to do with the material of the object being split.

However, it also gave Buggy a slightly changed perspective on Devils.

They were still a bit reserved.

But not much.

The Devil of the Four-Way Split-Split Fruit seemed to be extremely compatible with Buggy's personality.

Like a sycophant.

Even though Buggy had never thought about Fruit Awakening, the Devil had eagerly attached itself.

Even the splitting speed of objects it touched was visibly increasing.

As for the original two limitations of the Four-Way Split-Split Fruit.

That one's feet had to be on the ground when using the ability, and the control distance for the split body was two hundred meters.

These were completely gone by the time Mr. Buggy transmigrated.

Was it related to so-called mental power?

Or was it that the Devil Fruit was a good judge of character?

Speaking of which, he still had four Devil Fruits in his hand, but based on their appearance alone, Mr. Buggy couldn't tell what abilities they granted.

As for distribution...

Mr. Buggy looked up at Arne, who was gazing into the distance from the Crow's Nest.

Before he could say anything, he heard Arne call out:

"Mr. Buggy, it seems we've entered the Foggy Sea Area."

On the Crow's Nest, Arne suddenly lowered his Telescope, his expression stunned.

He had been watching the whole time.

Yet, the mist, so dense that it obscured his Five Fingers, had swallowed their ship whole in the blink of an eye.

In fact, by the time they realized the mist existed, they couldn't see any light at all.

The wind howled like a mournful cry, adding a touch of desolation to the mist.

It was as if they had suddenly pierced into the domain of the dead.

No wonder so many people knew of the Terror of the Foggy Sea Area, yet were continuously swallowed by this mist.

Could mist... also split?

Mr. Buggy's first reaction to the dense fog wasn't panic, but rather an attempt to grasp it with his open hand.

The mist that had been somewhat hazy on his Palm was instantly dispersed as he willed it.

The lines on his Center of Palm became incredibly clear.

How interesting.

He narrowed his eyes.

"We've run into it!"

Morgans, who had rushed out of the deck room, was startled by a violent shake.

An oak ship, filled with a deathly silence, scraped past the bow of the Grand News.

Screeches filled with the stench of decay echoed repeatedly during the collision.

Like the calls of dead souls.

The Grand News, like a small fish being dragged by the sea current, began to deviate from its course uncontrollably.

They started to deviate from their original course.

Though, they didn't really have a course to begin with.

"What is that?!"

From the crow's nest, Arne pointed at the porthole that was right in front of them and exclaimed.

The height of the Grand News's deck was just enough to reach the second row of portholes on the oak ship's hull.

What Arne saw was inside the round porthole in front.

A pair of eyes.

Arne swore he had just seen a pair of hollow, lifeless eyes!

"Gulp. This... perhaps it can be put in the Horror Section."

Morgans swallowed, his wings trembling as he took out his camera and took a few photos.

Buggy's eyes, however, suddenly brightened.

This kind of unknown territory was exactly what he expected from this world.

The fear of human nature always went hand in hand with evil.

It was just that as his head flew halfway towards it, the oak ship blinked and disappeared into the dense fog.

In its place.

Was a colossal black shadow that instilled deep dread in their hearts!

The black shadow stretched from the sky to the ground, as if it had occupied the entire Foggy Sea Area in an instant.

It also instantly filled the entire field of vision of the few people.

They couldn't see the end of the black shadow!

Like a terrifying giant walking in the sea, the intensely dense black shadow took a step forward.

The near-tangible darkness was about to swallow the ship whole!

Instinctual fear immediately seized Arne's body, his gloomy face filling with pallor.

How long had they been in the Foggy Sea Area?!

Everything happened without giving him any time to prepare, as if to ignite all the fear in his heart and then swallow it whole!

Even Morgans trembled uncontrollably at such a black shadow.

Except for one person.

"Hehehehe."

Buggy stood at the ship's bow, his head rising three meters, his eyes filled with excitement.

Once again, Arne found solace in such crazy laughter.

Until the black shadow completely swallowed them.