Pirate: I, Buggy, am the Emperor, the Emperor of the Clown King!

The weather in Rogge is great today.

The only problem is that the atmosphere is a bit off.

However, overall it doesn't seem to be a big problem?

Loguetown is the birthplace and execution site of the Pirate King Gol D. Roger, and is known as the "Town of Beginning and End." It is a necessary stop on the way from the East Blue to the Grand Line.

After the Great Pirate Era began, countless pirates flooded in, causing frequent robberies, fights, and disturbances, which greatly harmed civilians and resulted in extremely poor public security.

This was clearly stated in the details of the original work.

For example, the owner of a weapon shop once lamented that business was very good when there were fights every day.

The chaos in Loguetown continued until Smoker was stationed there as a naval captain.

Using his Logia-type Smoke-Smoke Fruit and ruthless methods, Smoker relentlessly hunts down pirates.

They show absolutely no mercy, including those with connections to the World Government and the Navy.

People thought he was crazy, and he was eventually called the Pirate Killer Machine!

Pirates have almost disappeared from his territory. Most pirates from the East Blue don't dare to openly set foot here, and those who do usually disguise themselves as merchants.

It was thanks to Smoker's efforts that Loguetown regained its peace, prospered in commerce, and became one of the safest towns in the East Sea.

It's not fair to say the navy isn't trying; some naval personnel have been working very hard, but they simply can't manage everything.

One aspect is limited capabilities.

On the other hand, the root cause is not right.

As long as the Navy remains a lackey of the World Government, the world will never be at peace.

After all, the enemy is in the command center, and the World Government is the source of this world's turmoil.

sunny.

The Pakistani Circus tents were set up on the open ground west of the pier.

Although it's called a tent, it's more like a temporary, colorful castle.

Several small flags with red-nosed clown heads were stuck on the top of the tent.

That was the flag of the Bucky Circus, which was now flying proudly in the sky above Loguetown.

Although they didn't add the pirate's iconic skull and crossbones to the flag, this behavior was still too arrogant.

Isn't that blatantly telling everyone that you're one of Bucky's gang?

Especially since they don't even change their names.

Are the Buggy Pirates and the Buggy Circus really that different?

But sometimes, just going through the motions is enough.

After all, as long as you don't add a skull, who can say it's a pirate flag?

A large crowd has now gathered in front of the circus tent.

"Make way, make way!"

A pirate dressed as a clown, his face smeared with red and white paint, pushed his way out of the crowd, holding a stack of leaflets and shouting at the top of his lungs:

"Pakistan Circus, Grand Performance!"

"A fishman performance! A once-in-a-lifetime event!"

"Tickets are only 500 Berries!"

"Five hundred Baileys!"

Flyers were stuffed into hands and held up to people's eyes. The colorful papers were printed with strange fish-man images and a line of crooked characters.

It is unique in the East China Sea, and absolutely unparalleled.

This isn't an exaggeration; fishmen mainly gather on Fishman Island in the New World.

Besides Fishman Island, the island was also sold by poachers to the Celestial Dragons, the world's nobles.

Then, the number of fishmen spreading to other places such as the four seas became very small.

Although mermaids are the most popular item, there is also a market for fish-men.

Give me one!

"Me too!"

"Child, don't push, don't push!"

The crowd stirred.

In short, the Pakistani Circus was a great success.

"Damn, that's arrogant." The one who said this was a man wearing a gray coat.

He crouched in the shadows beneath the clock tower, his hat pulled low, revealing only a sliver of his thin chin.

There were two other people squatting next to him, one fat and one thin.

The three of them huddled together, like three mice hiding in a hole.

"A bounty of fifty million is something else." The fat man licked his lips, his gaze falling on the colorful tent in the distance.

"We're hiding in Loguetown, not daring to even breathe loudly. But they've got it all figured out, opening their circus right under Smoker's nose." The fat man was clearly quite envious when he said this.

"Smoker is not someone to be trifled with." The skinny one shrank his neck. "You can't even hit him."

"So what if we can't hit them?" the man in the gray coat sneered. "Didn't you see the bounty poster?"

"Bugsy the Clown King wiped out the entire Arlong Pirates all by himself."

"The dragon has 20 million, he has 50 million; these numbers aren't given lightly."

The man in the gray coat's eyes welled up with tears when he spoke of this.

Who doesn't want to improve their strength?

But strength isn't something that can be improved just like that.

The three of them remained silent for a while.

The fatter one then asked, "Do you think he might get captured by Smoker?"

The man in the gray coat didn't answer. He just looked up, squinted at the red and white tent in the sunlight, and then pulled his hat brim down even lower.

"Who cares?" he muttered. "I'm always looking for trouble."

No matter how much they envied the Buggy Pirates for walking openly in the sunlight, they wouldn't dare to follow suit.

The Buggy Pirates have Buggy the Clown King as their backer.

The three of them don't have that.

In a narrow alley some distance from the town.

A woman dressed in beautiful clothes was leaning against a corner of a wall.

She was very beautiful, with skin as white as milk and features so exquisite they looked like they had been painted. Her long, jet-black hair cascaded over her shoulders, the ends curling slightly as it was lifted and lowered by the sea breeze.

She also clutched a flyer in her hand, featuring an image of a fish-man. Her gaze fell on the small print at the bottom—"Baki Circus, welcome!"

"Bucky..." she murmured, a meaningful smile slowly creeping onto her lips.

She is Alvida.

The female pirate who used to have a face full of freckles and a bloated figure underwent a complete transformation after eating the Smooth-Smooth Fruit, becoming the person she is now.

With smooth skin and a perfect figure, she is the center of attention wherever she goes.

She is stunningly beautiful, and could even compete with the world's most beautiful women.

One point needs to be emphasized in this regard.

The slippery fruit can only beautify the skin and remove fat, but it cannot change bone structure.

Alvida's plumpness is due to her being a beautiful girl who has gained weight.

Some people think that losing weight will make them beautiful or handsome... but it really depends on their natural talent.

Some people look great after losing weight.

Some people who lose weight might actually look worse.

At that moment, the colorful tent was reflected in Alita's eyes.

Looking at the crowd thronging in front of the tent, and the black-and-white masked figure who dared to walk out... there are so many things to complain about that I don't even know what to say.

Alvida never expected that Bucky would actually come out and play with a group of kids, just like a real actor, the clown.

She just watched from afar, with no intention of getting closer.

"Interesting." Alvida folded the flyer and stuffed it into her pocket.

Then he got up from the corner, straightened his collar, and prepared to leave.

The original world storyline has become vastly different at this point.

Because Bucky is too strong, Alvida no longer has any intention of joining the League.

When the strength is roughly equal, an alliance is an alliance.

Alliances with significantly weaker strength will simply be absorbed.

Alita didn't walk fast; her high heels clicked crisply on the stone pavement.

Two men were squatting at the entrance of the alley. When they saw her walking over, their eyes widened.

"This...this girl..." one of them swallowed hard.

Another person reached out to stop her, but Alvida slapped his hand away as soon as he did.

"Don't block the way."

Normally, she would have taken down everything in her way.

Unfortunately, this is Loguetown, and it's too close to the Buggy Pirates, so it's best not to cause trouble for now.

The two men were stunned for a moment, and before they could react, Alita had already walked past, her skirt turning a corner at the alley entrance and disappearing into the sunlight.

"Hiss—" The man who had been slapped away clutched his wrist, gasping for breath. "This woman has a really strong grip..."

"Is that spiked club the real thing?" Another person stared in the direction Alvida had disappeared, the light still lingering in their eyes.

These two are not very strong.

When I first saw Alvida, I just thought she was a beautiful woman pretending to be someone else while carrying a spiked club.

For example, Usopp likes to use fake heavy weapons.

In fact, no one would normally use a pure iron mace.

Weapons are not necessarily better the heavier they are.

But the brute force Alvida had just displayed made the two of them unable to believe it.

However, this is just a suspicion.

Although they both had feelings for Alvida, they didn't dare to do anything reckless... doing so would risk being captured by the Navy.

The dock in Rogge is very large.

It is large enough to accommodate more than a dozen merchant ships at the same time.

There weren't many ships at the dock today. Apart from a few fishing boats and merchant ships, the most conspicuous one was the pirate ship disguised as a merchant ship.

The sails were replaced with ordinary merchant flags.

But the mottled marks and reinforced armor on the hull made it clear to anyone with a discerning eye that it was no ordinary vessel.

Several men in naval uniforms were standing on the dock.

They were standing very far apart.

Some were next to the mooring bollards, some were behind the cargo containers, and some simply sat on the embankment, holding water bottles and pretending to drink water.

But they were all looking in the same direction: at that red and white tent.

"The colonel said that we are not allowed to take action for the time being."

A young naval soldier lowered his voice and spoke to his comrade beside him.

"Why?" His companion frowned. "That's a pirate, a fugitive with a 50 million bounty, standing right there, and we're supposed to pretend we didn't see him?"

"Didn't you see those civilians?" The young soldier gestured with his chin. "There are people everywhere in front of the tents, especially lots of children, it's packed like sardines. What will happen to them if we make a move?"

His companion was silent for a moment, then sighed.

"The Colonel's sense of justice..." he said softly, his tone tinged with helplessness and a hint of inexplicable admiration.

"Alright, enough talk." Another veteran walked over, hanging his canteen on his belt. "Just keep a close eye on them. The colonel said to wait until they leave Loguetown before making a move. Until then, don't cause any trouble."

The three people exchanged a glance, then dispersed and returned to their respective positions.

In short, as long as Bucky doesn't openly intend to cause trouble.

Let's just pretend we didn't see it for now.

Anyway, many navy personnel have already disguised themselves and infiltrated the area to watch.

Inside the tent, the cheers of the crowd rose in waves.

Mochi cracked a whip on stage, an unlit cigar dangling from his mouth, his muscular physique forming a menacing grin.

Chirp lay on the ground, balancing the ball on its head. The ball rolled and bounced, bounced and rolled again, and Mochi's whip followed, leaving bloody welts on its back.

Some people in the audience turned their heads away, but most people applauded.

When Hachi was dragged out, some of his hands and feet had already grown back.

Is this considered a kind of animal superpower?

Mochi's whip awaited behind him, hotter than flames, more painful than death.

A child asked his mother, "Are fish-men people?"

The mother covered the child's mouth and whispered, "Don't ask, just look."

The child stopped asking questions and stared intently at the stage, watching the octopus-man crawl inch by inch through the ring of fire, and then join everyone in clapping.

Nobody thought there was anything wrong with it; after all, they were just fishmen.

Outside the tent, Bucky was squatting on the ground, holding a string of balloons in his hand.

Colorful balloons floated above his head, their strings twirling in his hand, bobbing in the sea breeze.

A group of children, about seven or eight in total, stood in front of him.

The youngest had two braids and a snotty nose, while the oldest wore patched pants and tattered straw sandals.

"Here, this is for you." Bucky took a red one off the string of balloons and handed it to the smallest girl.

"Thank you, Uncle!" The little girl reached out and took it, her snot bubbles popping out of her nose as she laughed.

Bucky's mask tilted slightly upwards, revealing a pleased smile.

Bucky had no ill intentions toward this obedient and well-behaved child.

As Bucky gets older, he's come to really appreciate the youthful energy of kids.

He is very good to children when circumstances allow.

Of course, if it's a disobedient brat, then get as far away from them as possible.

Bucky's biggest pet peeve is that phrase—"He's still a child."

This statement is usually used in situations with a lot of logical problems.

Isn't it true that "precisely because he's a child, he needs even more guidance"?

What do you mean he's still a child, so he should be treated leniently?

"Not uncle, but brother~ Cute kids, you should call me brother~" With strange thoughts in his mind, Bucky still wanted to correct the way the children addressed him.

Although my body is getting older, my heart is young.

"Thank you, brother!" the little girl quickly changed her tune.

Several children nearby also shouted, "Thank you, brother! Thank you, brother!"

"Hahaha! I love hearing this the most~" Bucky laughed and took off a few more balloons, handing them over one by one.

The blue one was for the boy wearing patched pants.

The yellow one is for the girl with pigtails.

The green one was given to the chubby boy who kept staring at his mask.

Although Bucky liked the deep, dark, and decadent feeling contained in the power of the Piedmon after he obtained it.

But that doesn't mean he doesn't know who he is.

He chose to move towards darkness rather than be swallowed up and corrupted by it.

Therefore, Bucky was quite satisfied with only obtaining the power of the Piedmon and not his memories.

"Why are you wearing a mask?" the chubby boy asked, tilting his head as he took the balloon.