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"Save, save us."

Inside Charmark Saint's resplendent palace, shriveled servants or slaves could be seen everywhere, their bodies curled up, minimizing all unnecessary movement.

Their faces were covered by masks displaying numbers, with breathing holes clamped over their mouths and noses.

They had another commonality.

None of them were normal humans.

Some glowed blue, with fish-like gills, though the gill openings were also blocked.

Some had exceptionally long limbs, while others were covered in some kind of animal fur...

Clearly, the normal humans were all dead.

Some among them looked at Buggy with hopeful eyes, carefully removed their masks to take a breath, uttered a plea for help, and immediately put them back on.

Buggy saw the numbers on the masks flicker a few times.

Ten minutes of breathing...

The cruel conditions moved even Jacques.

"Save you?" Buggy tilted his head.

"Yes, given the excellent quality education of a certain college, I strongly suggest you save yourselves."

"Yes, save yourselves."

A Joker never saves anyone.

Buggy was no exception.

Self-rescue was his and the College Student's final compromise.

Moreover, he was certain that if he were to save them without a word, these domesticated people wouldn't be particularly grateful.

They would be more terrified.

He glanced at his non-existent watch.

"In about half an hour, the Navy will arrest everyone here, and three hours after that, about half the people in this beautiful Holy Land will die. I keep my word."

He said with a grin.

Buggy was offering a chance, a chance to save themselves.

Just like Swan.

He carefully installed timed Buggy Bombs in the palace, prepared for the Navy.

Well, as long as Charmark Saint successfully completed his mission, the Navy would inevitably have to visit his residence.

So he wanted to leave a little surprise.

A pool was also carved out on one side of the magnificent palace.

Some severed limbs were floating randomly on the surface.

A Tiger Shark Fish-Man was staring at Buggy with extremely bloody and fierce eyes. This was the only... animal in Charmark Saint's palace that was not subject to any slave restrictions.

Buggy saw no intelligence in this Fish-Man's eyes.

Only a pure craving for food.

It seemed to have degenerated to a state of eating raw meat and blood, even its usually agile limbs showed signs of degeneration, and its gaping teeth were stained with blood.

Was this the result of special breeding by the Celestial Dragons?

"I can help you."

Beside the pool.

An extremely emaciated Fish-Man raised his head.

Unlike the Tiger Shark Fish-Man who was kept in a free-range manner, this Fish-Man was almost covered in chains, with thick masks covering his mouth, nose, and the gills on the sides of his cheeks.

The time above was three minutes.

Even his cracked neck was tightly bound by a Slave Collar.

Ever since the slave escape incident in the Holy Land, under the strong demand of the World Nobles, not only would an Admiral be stationed in Mary Geoise, but the Fish-Man tribe, which was of the same race as Fisher Tiger, the culprit of the chaotic incident.

Evidently, they also faced more brutal treatment.

"What can you help me with?" Buggy asked with interest.

This Fish-Man had an unexpected stubbornness about him.

It was somewhat different from the slaves who had just begged him for rescue; their eyes were only filled with confusion and dullness.

"What do you want?"

Parada knew his position very well.

He had nothing, and all he needed was an opportunity.

If given a chance, he might be able to do as Fisher Tiger did.

This was the only thought that kept him alive.

Even if it was only for three minutes of breathing room, it pushed his once robust body to the brink of survival.

"Chaos."

"Then I can help you create chaos."

Parada didn't ask any further questions. No matter what Buggy wanted, as long as he was given such an opportunity, he was willing to risk his life.

"It seems you've indeed found a way to save yourself."

Buggy's eyes held a flicker of anticipation.

If all the slaves here were as dull and lost as those outside, he'd rather stay here. At least the Marines and Celestial Dragons would be buried with them.

However, this Fish-Man was slightly different.

He flicked a finger and pressed it against the collar on Parada's neck.

Soon, the collar that the slaves feared the most quietly split into several pieces.

As for the handcuffs all over his body, Buggy simply cut through a few with his knife.

He had learned some swordsmanship from Brownie.

"I will give you the chaos you desire."

Parada, freed from his restraints, trembled all over.

The opportunity, the opportunity he had always waited for, had truly arrived.

"The chaos I desire?"

Buggy murmured to himself, looking down.

The chaos he desired was never something he would achieve through others.

Well, he hoped Moria had already grasped the art of combining zombies and explosions.

He stroked his chin, recalling a certain stigmatized profession – the Necromancer.

"Joker!"

Akainu, his face darkened, picked up the mask from within the flames and then, with a whoosh, crushed it into pieces in his hand.

He had definitely underestimated this guy. To possess such an ability to bewitch people.

A devil.

He searched his mind for the most fitting word.

"Lord Sakazuki, the identity of the deceased Celestial Dragon has been confirmed. It is Charmark Saint of the Toppman Family."

Gion, draped in the mantle of justice, said with a grim face.

Her figure was exceptionally tall, and her straight, long legs were tattooed with a pink spider.

"I've already sent people to investigate."

"Don't go!"

Akainu instinctively felt something was wrong. This completely passive situation made him feel extremely stifled.

To have an erupting volcano guard the Holy Land, what kind of wise command was that!

But just as he let out a reprimand, a violent explosion suddenly sounded from afar.

Gion's eyes narrowed. Using her Observation Haki almost instinctively, she sensed the screams of her subordinates.

This invader seemed a bit different this time!

"Damn it!"

"Deploy the Pacifistas, the entire Holy Land is on high alert!"

The seasoned Akainu instinctively felt that the opponent's objective was likely more than this.

Was it a slave liberation carnival like Fisher Tiger's?

Or an utterly arrogant provocation to the World Government?

At least, such a thing could not happen during this period.

Otherwise, the impact of the Summit War would be overshadowed again!

Akainu had never disliked this Holy Land, which could not be burned anywhere, as much as he did today.

"I will catch you, rat!"

Before his words even fell, three or four explosions sounded simultaneously from different locations within Mary Geoise.

Following them came a broadcast voice.

"Hello... hello..."

This voice!

Several distinct black lines appeared on Akainu's forehead.

This guy, he wouldn't be planning another kidnapping, would he?

This time, you don't have such a good timing!

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