The Joker Arrives

"Looks like we're lucky."

Buggy smiled, watching the Celestial Dragon in front of him, who looked like a pig, yell in frustration.

His flailing limbs made it seem like a silent film.

The soundproofing barrier blocked the sound's transmission.

"There's no moon tonight, so your mood should be good too."

He took a step forward.

One hand shot out, gripping the Celestial Dragon's neck.

The soundproofing barrier didn't impede sound transmission within.

Charmark Saint felt he should be angry, should throw this filthy commoner who dared touch him into his underground water tank.

His little pet hadn't seen blood in a long time.

But these thoughts quickly vanished.

His mood seemed to be genuinely good. He gazed blankly at the night sky, where only a smiling crescent moon hung in the dimness.

A smile unconsciously appeared on his face.

"Hmm, the splitting in the Mental World seems to be related to the target's will, or rather, their resistance."

Buggy murmured inwardly. Invading and splitting this Celestial Dragon's Mental World was much easier than with Moria.

"If only there was blood to fill this quiet night."

Buggy's tone was gentle, like a mild-mannered therapist.

"Yes, blood to fill it, that would be perfect."

A very strong urge to kill grew in Charmark Saint's heart.

His face, purplish from difficulty, still managed to force out a smile.

"I like killing people."

"Because I hate the air those commoners breathe, it pollutes the Holy Land. So I only give them ten minutes of breathing time each day. If anyone exceeds that, I kill them."

"Singa Saint often kills people indiscriminately. I'm much kinder than him."

Within his cognitive long axis, Buggy saw a vast expanse of dark purplish-red corpses. Anyone who didn't know would think they were demons crawling out of some layer of hell.

But demons were in the human world.

His eyebrows shot up, and he continued to instigate:

"Yes, but killing those people is completely beneath your status."

Within the Mental World, he segmented some of Charmark Saint's useless emotions, amplifying the orbs of light symbolizing arrogance and vanity.

"Let the blood of the Celestial Dragons fill the emptiness of the night."

"That's right, it should be like this."

Charmark Saint's brain, severely lacking oxygen, couldn't think at all. He merely let his emotions dictate his actions.

"Their blood is worthy of me."

"Right, can you do me a favor?"

"Of course, you are my father." A hint of dependence appeared in Charmark Saint's dazed eyes.

Buggy's large hand trimmed his cognitive long axis.

Charmark Saint's current state was exceptionally chaotic.

One moment he saw Buggy as his father, the next he saw him as his grandfather.

"Mm, when you see the Marines, remember to write a few words for them with your own blood."

"What words?"

"Hehehe," Buggy chuckled, "The Clown has arrived."

"Okay."

Buggy let go, and Charmark Saint, like a pig, fell with a thud. But he couldn't even think to adjust his rapid breathing. The intense emotions erupting from the Mental World whipped him like a lash, driving him to act on his emotions' infinite desires.

Slaughter.

Slaughtering his own kind.

"Don't forget this."

Buggy smiled, handing him a clown mask, a hunting gun, and a Molotov Cocktail.

The mask was stained with blood, taken from the face of a member of the Joker Gang.

"Fire will add to the excitement," he suggested.

Charmark Saint stumbled out of his manor, rushing straight into the dim night.

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"Won't this expose us, Captain Buggy?"

"I heard there are Admirals stationed in the Holy Land."

Jacques asked with a trembling voice, feeling he had underestimated the Joker's madness.

"That's precisely why we must do this."

Buggy's Five Fingers tapped excitedly against each other.

He had originally expected a Marine Vice Admiral or even an Admiral to come looking for him at the Sabaody Archipelago.

In that case, the fireworks should be set off in a place with weak defenses, like Marineford or Judicial Island.

What a pity.

No Marines or CP0 agents came to the Sabaody Archipelago to play with him.

So, he had to go to them.

However, this also reflected one thing.

They, these World Nobles.

Were afraid of the rumors he was spreading.

That was interesting.

"If there's no movement, how can Little Cutie quietly climb up?"

"Brilliant fireworks are also more charming when they are sudden."

He blinked his eyes, as if he could already see that magnificent scene in the silent night sky.

Buggy didn't want Little Gecko to climb all the way up only to be intercepted by the Marines before he could bloom over Mary Geoise.

Although Jacques didn't understand, he was greatly shocked.

"What about that other guy?"

Swan pointed at Bear, who had been standing by the side without any movement.

He was a Shichibukai, after all. His current dazed appearance was hard to comprehend.

Buggy found it hard to comprehend as well.

He tried to split the other's Mental World.

But Bartholomew Kuma's mental world was completely blank, void.

Perhaps this was also the reason why he was in this state?

He tried again to split the opponent's Devil Fruit ability.

The Paw-Paw Fruit was a very convenient ability.

As expected, it ended in failure again.

He was like a dull, unmoving iron lump.

It was quite a headache.

Charmark Saint stumbled onto the central street of Mary Geoise.

The streets here were exceptionally wide, as if not built for normal humans.

"Hehehe, where did this idiot come from?"

A Female Celestial Dragon sat cross-legged on the back of a Hammerhead Shark Fish-Man.

Holding a Red Fan, she partially covered her face.

She looked down on Charmark Saint's way of walking with extreme disdain.

If not for his Celestial Dragon attire, she would have thought some bold Commoner dared to step onto the central street.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Charmark Saint suddenly turned around, his mask off, revealing a bruised and purple face.

He raised the Gun he was holding high.

"Ah!!!"

"Protect Lord Liyam Palace!"

The Marines on guard a short distance away suddenly realized when they saw Charmark Saint's Gun.

They hadn't been fully on guard against a Celestial Dragon who suddenly chose to walk on the street.

Or rather, they wouldn't dare.

At this moment, Charmark Saint's heart was filled with intense killing intent.

Bang—Bang—Bang—

He held the Gun and continuously fired towards Liyam Palace.

"Grandpa said fire adds to the fun."

Charmark Saint cackled, tossing the Molotov Cocktail as well.

On the massive bluestone of Central Avenue, flames quickly erupted.

The Fish-Man used as a mount seemed completely unaware. Specially trained, they didn't even have the instinct to dodge.

"Killed them, killed them, hehehe!" Charmark Saint seemed to find immense satisfaction, his violently altered brain a mess.

He only saw a Marine in a Floral Shirt flying over.

"And Grandpa. Dad's request."

He stepped on the shattered remnants of the Molotov Cocktail, flames spreading up his clothes. Charmark Saint was only focused on finding a relatively intact piece of glass.

He cut his wrist.

Blood gushed out like a torrent.

"Hehehe"

Towards the Marine in the Floral Shirt, he used his own blood to write, stroke by stroke, on the giant flagstone—

"The Joker has arrived."

"Hehehe."

He cackled incessantly at the Marine. The Joker mask in his arms fell into the flames, stained with his comrade's blood.