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

Chapter 63 Lord Buggy is a Master of PUA

The sea breeze blew in from the stern, carrying a salty, fishy smell.

Seagulls circled in the sky, emitting sharp cries.

On the deck of the Giant, the pirate henchmen were also busy.

Some people were wiping the deck, some were tidying the canvas, and some were checking the ropes.

Everyone had beads of sweat on their foreheads, but no one complained.

Because their captain was drinking tea at the bow of the ship.

Meanwhile, their new companions, former members of the White Iron Pirates with numbers written on their foreheads, are learning the rules under the guidance of former Buggy Pirates crew members.

This could be considered a mentorship program?

"Scrub the deck with force! Don't leave any blind spots!"

"The canvas must be folded neatly! The ropes must be coiled up properly!"

"You must bow to the captain! It's a matter of respect!"

"Sister Nami's words are the captain's words! Anyone who dares to disobey will lose their head!"

The veteran crew members instructed the new recruits as if they were their grandchildren.

The newlyweds kept their heads down, remaining silent, their eyes filled with expectation when they occasionally glanced in Bai Tiewanghao's direction.

If they could, they would prefer to return to the Iron King rather than stay on the Giant.

—At the very least, we can stay away from Pakistan, right?

After Pakistan used the doll-like intimidation tactic, the deterrent effect was very high.

Especially when the people who had been turned into dolls were released one after another, the feeling of being turned into a character spread among the pirates. The small, dark room where one could not feel the passage of time and was completely still was terrifying.

Fear is the most effective shackle, especially suitable for use when new people join.

Tighter than chains, tighter than prison.

In the lobby of the Giant.

Besides the captain's cabin, there is also a regular hall.

However, pirate crews generally don't have much serious business to attend to, and the hall is mostly used for banquets.

Bucky sat in the chair, his gaze falling on the two small dolls on the table next to him.

Now only Wapol, the user of the Gluttony Fruit, and Mushroom Fruit, the user of the Mushroom Fruit, remain.

The other toys were put back.

Especially the four doctors among the 20 people arrested; Bucky didn't want to ruin the brains of these important doctors.

"That's about it." Bucky placed Wapol's doll in his palm, took out the white handkerchief from the drawer with his other hand, wrapped the doll in it, and gave it a gentle shake.

The handkerchief fell to the ground.

After Wahlbo rolled out from under the handkerchief, he curled up on the floor.

He didn't seem to understand the situation yet, and hadn't recovered from his previous state.

After being freed from his doll state, Wapol, lying on the ground, trembled violently, his teeth chattering.

His eyes were wide open, and his pupils were contracting violently.

Being locked in a dark room for a long time has left his consciousness still immersed in absolute nothingness—he can't see, can't hear, can't move, and can't even feel his heartbeat.

That feeling was more terrifying than death.

This is also Bucky's goal: a form of psychological destruction.

"Stand up." Wapol heard Bucky's voice, calm and unhurried.

Valpo looked up at the man sitting in the chair.

Sunlight streamed in from behind Bucky, casting his shadow on Wapol, making him look like a huge, all-consuming black monster.

Perhaps this is just an illusion.

Perhaps—this is another kind of truth.

Upon hearing Bucky's words, Wapol's body trembled even more violently.

After being hit by the Joker's magic hypnosis, while locked in a dark room, Bucky's voice and image will play and replay in their minds repeatedly.

If you are overly fearful, your fear of Bucky will only intensify.

The weaker the target, the better the hypnosis will be.

"I...I...I—" Wapol tried his best to stand up, but he couldn't. His legs were as weak as noodles, and he couldn't muster any strength.

"Stand up," Bucky repeated.

Wahlbo gritted his teeth, braced himself on the floor with his hands, and slowly got up.

During this process, Bucky did not urge them.

Bucky was pleased that Varber had ingrained his fear of himself into his very being.

"Look at me," Bucky said.

Walpole slowly, little by little, raised his head.

His gaze fell on Bucky's face.

That black and white mask, those eyes looking out from behind it, were as unfathomable as an abyss, as vast and boundless as the starry sky.

Wapol's body trembled again.

"From today onwards, you are a member of the Buggy Pirates," Buggy said with satisfaction.

Wahlbo felt a surge of warmth in his heart and almost shed tears, but before he could say anything, Bucky spoke again.

"But you're not yet." Bucky's voice changed from calm to a more composed statement.

"You are now just a tool to me."

"You only need to do one thing—obey."

"You do whatever I tell you to do."

"Say whatever I tell you to say."

"I'll let you live so you can live."

"If I tell you to die, you will die."

"Did you understand?"

Bucky paused, then a slight smile appeared on his lips, a smile that Wapol would never forget.

Wapol's body trembled violently: "I understand—I get it—"

"Very good." Bucky leaned back in his chair, his hands clasped over his stomach, his gaze fixed on Wapol's face.

"You don't need to believe in yourself."

"You just need to trust me."

"Trust my judgment, trust my decisions, and believe that everything I do is for the ultimate victory."

"From this moment on, your will is under my control."

"From this moment on, your fears are under my control."

"Your life, from this moment on, belongs to me."

Bucky's voice was calm, as if he were reading a menu or talking about something trivial.

Wapol's body jolted violently, then he collapsed to the ground, his forehead hitting the floor.

"Master—Master—"

His voice was hoarse and almost inaudible.

"Master—I—I am willing—I am willing to obey—"

Wahlbo said it almost subconsciously, because he had done it before.

The only problem is that Wapol used to do this to others, but now he's being done to himself.

The master who was once worshipped has become a prisoner who worships others.

"Very good." Bucky's lips curled up a little more.

"Now—" Bucky stood up from his chair and walked towards the door. "Come with me."

Valpo followed behind him, head down, like an old dog being led on a leash.

Dignity is something like that, even the so-called dignity of a king.

Once dignity is insulted, it is gone.

However, Wapol, who fled immediately after the Blackbeard attacked the kingdom, only had dignity in front of the people he had long oppressed.

In the lobby of the Giant.

Nami, Nojiko, Alvida, Mochi, Kabaji, and a doctor, totaling 20 people, along with some pirate squad leaders.

There weren't many people, but Bucky had gathered them all here.

The door opened.

Bucky walked in.

Valbo followed behind him.

All eyes were on Wapol.

Nami narrowed her eyes and frowned slightly.

She saw Valpo's eyes.

Those eyes held no light, no spirit, nothing that belonged to a "human being".

There was only a hollow numbness, a sense of aimlessness like that of a walking corpse.

Nochiko's lips twitched slightly.

Alvida's pupils contracted slightly, and then she quickly lowered her head, unable to look any longer—because she saw her own reflection in Wapol.

Mochi and Kabaji exchanged a glance and saw the same fear in each other's eyes.

It wasn't fear of Wahlbo, it was fear of Bucky.

Just like I said before.

It's a good thing to follow someone who is a strong person in the world, but if that person is as strong as a devil, sometimes it's not so good.

Even though I know he won't lay a hand on me, I still feel a lot of pressure.

The 20 doctors stood in a row, their eyes fixed on Walpo, their expressions extremely complex.

That was their former king, the tyrant who ruthlessly oppressed the Drum Kingdom.

That bastard who forcibly took them away from Drum Kingdom and forced them to become pirates.

At this moment, he stood behind the masked man, head bowed, like a dog.

Bucky walked to the head of the table and sat down.

Valpo instinctively stood in the center of the hall, like a lamb to the slaughter.

Bucky's self-glow swept across everyone's faces before landing on Wapol.

Valbo.

Former king of the Drum Kingdom, user of the Gluttony Fruit, and captain of the White Iron Pirates.

His eyes were somewhat vacant, his gaze fixed on the floor, not looking at anyone.

Bucky picked up the teacup on the table next to him and took a sip.

The tea was at the perfect temperature, neither too hot nor too cold, with a subtle fruity aroma.

He put the teacup down, the bottom of the cup touching the table with a soft "click".

Wapol's body trembled violently at the sound, as if he had been electrocuted.

"Kneel down," Bucky said casually.

Without hesitation, Wahlbo knelt down with a thud, his knees hitting the floor with a dull thud.

Nami's lips twitched.

Nokiko frowned.

Alvida's fingers clenched the hem of her clothes.

Mochi and Kabaji's breathing both faltered for a moment.

The expressions of the 20 doctors changed from complex to blank.

The hall was so quiet that only Walpo's heavy breathing could be heard.

Bucky stood up from his chair, walked over to Walpo, and looked down at him.

"Do you know why you're standing here?" Bucky finally spoke.

Wapol's lips moved again, then he shook his head.

"Because you're still useful," Bucky said bluntly.

"Although everyone thinks you're a good-for-nothing, many people say you're a good-for-nothing."

Do you know what "trash" means?

Buggy looked at Wapol and thought that it was a waste of a beautiful flower to have such a wonderful fruit like the Gluttony Fruit eaten by Wapol.

A piece of pure shit has gained such powerful abilities.

In this regard, Buggy and Blackbeard Teach share the same thought—the Gluttony Fruit is incredibly powerful, but unfortunately, the user is a useless person.

Walpole didn't answer; he just stood there like a prisoner awaiting sentencing.

"Waste is a person who has no value."

"But I don't think you should be such a complete waste of space, don't you think?"

Baki was slightly taller than the kneeling Walpo, and he lowered his head slightly, looking down at the once arrogant king.

Walber's eyes lit up instantly. He was genuinely afraid of Bucky, so he was very happy to be praised by Bucky.

"The Gluttony Fruit is a very powerful fruit."

"It can devour almost anything, merging what it devours into something new, or even turning what it devours into part of its own body."

"This is a fruit with infinite possibilities."

Bucky reached out and placed his hand directly on Wapol's skull.

If he had a way to extract the Devil Fruit's power, he would have extracted it from Valbo right now.

"Unfortunately, you're too weak."

"You are too weak, so you don't know the true value of this fruit."

Bucky's voice was filled with a sigh at this moment.

Giving such a powerful fruit to such a piece of trash is such a waste.

"Being weak is not a sin; not knowing one's own weakness is."

"Incompetence is not a sin; failing to change one's incompetence is."

"You are standing here now because I chose you."

"It's because I still think you have value."

"It's because you still have room to grow."

So are you willing to change?

Bucky's gaze put immense pressure on Wapol at that moment.

Depending on the person using different language, what seems like a reasonable statement can actually be interpreted in different ways.

Of course, Bucky always just says he doesn't believe such things.

You can fool others, but you can't fool yourself.

Wapol stared blankly at Bucky, especially at the eyes that were looking at him from behind the mask.

She was smiling, but you couldn't feel any warmth from her.

Despite being very gentle, she doesn't give off any sense of kindness.

It's clearly a question, yet it leaves the reader feeling like there's no choice whatsoever.

"I—I—" Wapol's lips trembled.

"You don't need to say anything," Bucky interrupted him, turning around and walking back to the head of the table to sit down. "You just need to do it."

"What should I do?" Wahlbo regretted asking as soon as he finished, because he felt he should have done everything.

Bucky didn't answer. A red heart sword silently slid out of its sheath behind him and slowly floated to hover in front of Wapol.

Wapol's pupils contracted sharply, and cold sweat seeped from his forehead, trickling down his cheeks.

I can't figure it out—I have absolutely no idea what Bucky is thinking.

"Do you believe me?" Bucky grinned with a mocking smile.

"?!" Wapol was stunned for a moment.

"Do you believe me?" Bucky repeated.

"Believe—believe—" Walpo's voice trembled.

"Then take it," Bucky said.

Wapol reached out, his fingers touched the hilt of the sword, and he gripped it.

"Very good~ Now—" Bucky leaned back in his chair, his hands clasped over his stomach: "Use this sword to stab yourself twice."

Wapol's hand trembled violently. "Wh-what?"

"Stab yourself twice." Bucky's voice remained calm, as if he were talking about something trivial.

"Didn't you say you trusted me?"

After being mentally damaged, one's personality and thoughts lack a core.

By forcing obedience through commands and gradually pushing forward, the enslaved are made to develop an instinct for obedience.

This allows you to piece together a broken personality into the shape you desire.

Lord Buggy is skilled at manipulation.

At this moment, Bucky's calm expression and demeanor instilled fear in everyone in the hall, not just Wapol.

It's the devil!

It's the terrifying, devilish Lord Buggy the Clown!

Faced with Bucky like this, Wahlbo was so terrified he didn't know what to say, his teeth chattering.

He looked at the sword in his hand, his pale face reflected on the blade, his expression twisted with fear.

Then he closed his eyes.

puff.

The first knife.

The blade pierced his abdomen.

Blood gushed from the wound, flowing down the sword and dripping onto the floor, drop by drop.

Wapol's body was trembling violently, the veins on his forehead were bulging, and his teeth were clenched so tightly they were grinding.

His actions were swift and decisive, without any hesitation, because hesitation would have consequences far worse than death.

If you're locked in a dark room, unable to live or die—you might as well be dead.

"Second strike." Bucky's voice came from above.

Wapol opened his eyes and glanced at Bucky.

The eyes behind the mask were expressionless.

Just look at him calmly, as if he were an object.

Walpow closed his eyes again.

puff.

Second knife.

Blood gushed out, soaking his clothes and dripping onto the floor, forming a small puddle.

Wapol swayed and almost fell.

He gritted his teeth, braced himself against his sword, and knelt there.

Blood gushed from his abdomen and pooled on the floor.

The hall was so quiet that only Walpo's heavy breathing and the "plop" of blood dripping onto the floor could be heard.

Then Wapol released his grip, and the Heart Sword slipped from his hand, hovering in the air before flying back to its sheath behind Bucky.

"Very good," Bucky said, a hint of satisfaction in his voice.

"You did a good job, Walpo."

"From this moment on, you are a member of the Buggy Pirates."

Your past is dead.

Your future belongs to me.

Bucky shifted his gaze from Wapol to the twenty doctors standing on the other side of the hall: "He can't die yet, so heal him."

The 20 doctors then came to their senses and rushed forward to surround Wahlbo.

Knives, needles, thread, ointment, bandages—all the tools spun rapidly in their hands.

In less than a minute, the two wounds on Valpo's abdomen were stitched up and the bleeding was completely stopped.

Wahlbo's face was still pale, but his breathing had become steady.

He stood there, looking down at the bandage on his abdomen, then looked up at Bucky.

Something in those eyes has changed.

It's no longer an empty fear.

Rather, it is something more complex and indescribable.

Bucky watched all this, and his smile widened even further.

"Very good, very good."

He leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping lightly on the armrest.

"Your medical skills are even better than I imagined."

The 20 doctors kept their heads down, not daring to speak.

"From today onwards, you will be the Buggy Pirates' ship's medical team."

"Your only mission is to ensure that everyone on board is alive when I need them to be alive."

Compared to the second-rate doctor in Buggy's Pirates, they finally have a professional doctor now.

It's still this kind of highly skilled professional medical team.

The Buggy Pirates are now basically complete in all aspects.

"Wapol~" Buggy's gaze fell on Wapol, who was still kneeling on the ground. "Your next task is to develop your Devil Fruit ability."

"Develop Devil Fruit abilities?" Wapol looked up at Buggy, a hint of confusion in his eyes.

"Yes." Buggy's lips curled up slightly. "Your Gluttony Fruit allows you to eat anything and then combine it with other things."

Bucky remembers the Walber alloy that Wapol created later in the original story; that stuff was incredibly useful.

"Can you do it?" Bucky's gaze put immense pressure on Wapol.

Wapol paused for a moment, then nodded: "Yes—it should be possible—"

"It's not 'should,'" Bucky's voice suddenly turned cold. "It's 'must.'"

Wapol's body trembled violently: "Yes! It must! It absolutely must!"

Bucky looked at Erb and then laughed.

"Hehehe—hahahaha!"

"That's right."

You don't need to believe in yourself.

"You just need to trust me."

"Trust my judgment, trust my decisions, and believe that everything I do is for the ultimate victory."

"As long as you are loyal."

"As long as you obey—"

"Then you can live."

"Then you can have everything you want."

Wealth, power, status, fame—

"I can give you anything you want."

Bucky is always very careful about details when making promises; for example, he never mentions women.

After all, what if I happen to like someone?

"But there's a condition—" Bucky's voice suddenly stopped, his gaze sweeping over everyone in the hall: "You must always remember whose subordinates you are."

"That's all for today, meeting adjourned." Bucky said, getting up and leaving.

After Bucky left, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

To be honest, the pressure was immense, like the sword hanging over my head had finally been removed.

Nami glanced at Wapol, a look on her lips that was hard to decipher.

"Let's go. I'll show you the room."

Wapol nodded and followed behind Nami.

Nojiko followed behind them, her gaze fixed on Wapol's retreating figure, lost in thought.

Alvida remained standing there, arms crossed over her chest, as the light fell on the door where Bucky had disappeared.

Mochi and Kabaji exchanged a glance, then shook their heads simultaneously.

"Let's go." Mochi patted Kabaji on the shoulder. "Time to get to work."

,"Um.