The Situation Changes

Fog.

Castle.

And coffins.

The coffin lid creaked open.

A comical clown climbed out.

"Good morning."

Buggy chuckled, greeting no one in particular.

He hadn't slept so deeply in who knew how long.

Had he slept for one day or two?

He didn't know. Not a sliver of sunlight penetrated the Foggy Sea Area, so he couldn't observe the sky.

"Hah! Hah!..."

Outside the castle, Moria, clad in training clothes, furiously hacked at a wooden stake in front of him.

Even though his body ached all over, it didn't dampen his fervor. The wounds, tearing and bleeding, constantly reminded him...

He was about to suffocate for his dream.

Buggy stroked his chin, recalling that before he went to sleep, he had somehow extracted a completely black light orb from Moria...

But what race was he, anyway?

He hadn't died despite losing so much blood.

Simultaneously, he recalled some scenes he had seen in Moria's cognitive film reel...

So Moria hadn't brought Absalom to the Summit War to have the Transparency-Transparency Fruit user touch more corpses.

As a result, he had indeed managed to touch several corpses of Captain and Vice Admiral level.

So Moria had been carelessly discarding Captain John's ring because he already knew the location of Captain John's Treasure.

However, due to being in the New World, he had been too lazy to act.

"This is much more interesting..."

Buggy muttered a couple of sentences. If the world and its characters were as clear and unchanging as the memories in his mind...

What was the difference between him and a world living in a manga or novel?

He hummed a little tune like a gardener pruning flowers early in the morning, trimming Moria's Black Light Orbs one by one.

Hmm, he even deliberately kept some.

"Ah, pain pain pain!"

"Joker, what did you do to me?"

Moria, whose blood had cooled, was stimulated by the wounds all over his body and rolled on the ground, his reason, previously obscured by his bloodlust, returning.

"Don't worry, I'm just helping you remember your original intentions."

Buggy said indifferently.

Ignoring Moria rolling on the ground, Morgans approached with a pat-pat sound.

"Mr. Buggy."

He held a newspaper in his hand, his greeting filled with both joy and fear.

Fear.

A very familiar word.

Buggy smiled slightly. He had once been filled with dread when enveloped by such fear, but later he found the best way to dispel fear.

That was to become fear itself.

"Speak slowly, my informant."

However, his fear did not stem from harsh words or severe treatment.

His actions were the key to him becoming fear itself.

"Okay." Morgans chuckled and nodded.

It seemed he was truly tied to this man.

He couldn't even muster the slightest thought of betrayal.

Moria, as if his mind had been tampered with, had already shattered their courage.

Becoming this gentleman's tool might involve many heart-stopping moments, but at least he wouldn't have to face him.

This was the greatest comfort.

"I have already contacted the Newspaper Agency Headquarters."

"The final outcome of that war has also been released."

Morgans eagerly handed over the newspaper and bounty posters in his hands.

He had already seen the bounty poster for Buggy himself in Moria's hands.

A bounty of Twelve Hundred Million, three Celestial Dragons.

An average of Four Hundred Million per Celestial Dragon.

Buggy felt he had pointed the way for the Pirates of this world.

Oh, right, he still had to deduct Buggy's original bounty of Two Hundred Million for the Warship.

Those three Celestial Dragons couldn't even make up a bounty of Ten Hundred Million.

It wasn't even worth two-thirds of the value in Charlos's Vault.

Besides him, there was also Morgans's bounty.

"Morgans the Liar Bird, with a bounty of Five Hundred Million Belly."

Buggy said with a sly smile.

It seemed the World Government was not unaware of the power of public opinion.

They had immediately put a label on the other party.

However, he felt Morgans's abilities should be more than just this.

"Don't worry, Mr. Buggy."

Morgans patted the tie in front of his feathers.

"The World Economic News Paper is still the best-selling newspaper on this Great Sea. Besides my Newspaper Seagulls, no one dares to claim they can deliver newspapers to every island!"

"Even in this sea area!"

He had been busy contacting the Newspaper Seagulls these past few days, all for the sake of obtaining the latest information.

Timeliness was life.

In addition to the bounty posters, the newspaper extensively reported on the Navy's results from the Summit War.

Yonko Whitebeard, declared dead.

Along with his captains, most were killed or wounded.

It also announced the removal of Blackbeard and Gecko Moria from their Shichibukai status and Treatment.

Hmm, there was also a line in parentheses after Moria's name stating he had been killed.

I wonder what psychological changes Gecko Moria, currently rolling on the ground over there, would experience if he saw this.

Besides that, there wasn't much mention of the Navy's own casualties.

However, this was only public information.

Mr. Buggy raised his eyes.

Morgans, the leader of the intelligence industry and one of the underground emperors, spoke up proactively: "Regarding the Navy's casualties, the confirmed news is that Fleet Admiral Sengoku is seriously injured and in a coma. The Three Admirals all sustained injuries, but none are severe. It's estimated that a new Fleet Admiral will be chosen from among them."

"Moreover, the Navy's elite forces suffered huge casualties in this war. Over ten Vice Admiral-level Marines died, and both the Grand Line and New World branches have entered a brief period of emptiness. They can't even manage the nearby Sabaody Archipelago!"

"More critically, the territories in the New World that were originally occupied by the Whitebeard Pirates are now all vacant, and the pirates in the New World have gone mad."

"There are also quite a few pirates imitating your actions, capturing Confederate Nation Nobles and openly auctioning them off with Marine Ranks as the price!"

Morgans' eyes grew brighter.

Such a chaotic situation was the precursor to a pile of big news.

His voice was filled with excitement, "Mr. Buggy, the whole world has descended into chaos."

Chaos?

What a good state to be in.

Mr. Buggy felt a slight anticipation, anticipating what might be born from this chaos.

After all, when not forced, who wouldn't want to be righteous?

"This is only the beginning."

What meaning did chaos bring him?

Chaos itself?

No.

The panic that accompanied the collapse of order was his source of amusement.

He turned around, and the words that came out from under his neurotic smile were full of magnetism.

"Let's go add some smiles to this serious world."

"Of course, that includes you too, my Combatant Candidate, Mr. Gecko Moria."

Mr. Buggy bent down and kindly helped up the somewhat neurotic Moria, who was forced into this situation.

The former Shichibukai secretly harbored resentment.

But he didn't dare to say another word.

"Well, choose between Mary Geoise and Fish-Man Island."

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