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

Chapter 65 Walbourne's Walbourne Alloy

The tent is set up.

Unlike the time in Rogge, the climate here is hot and dry, so the tents cannot be made airtight.

Therefore, the tents set up this time have many ventilation openings and ventilation nets on all four sides, which can both provide shade and ventilation.

Baji stood at the tent entrance, watching the pirate henchmen bustling in and out, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Captain," Nami's voice came from behind, "The port management has made all the arrangements, and we can go to the scrap metal processing station anytime."

Bucky nodded. "Let's go."

Buggy, Nami, and Wapol followed the port manager toward the outskirts of Rapeseed Flower City.

The garbage station was built on a piece of wasteland outside the city, several kilometers away from the nearest residential area.

Before we even got there, a strong stench of decay hit us.

Nami frowned and covered her nose with her hand: "This stinks!"

The port manager smiled ingratiatingly: "Sir, a garbage dump—that's how it is—"

Wapol's expression wasn't good either, but he didn't dare say anything.

Bucky, on the other hand, looked perfectly normal.

"We're here. This is the garbage dump. The scrap metal is all piled up over there, and it's already sorted." The port manager stopped and pointed to the wasteland in front of him, which was filled with scrap iron, scrap wood, and scrap plastic. Bucky followed his finger.

It was a large area, piled high with all sorts of scrap metal.

Rusty iron plates, deformed steel pipes, and scrapped machine parts —

"Alright, you can go back now," Bucky said.

The port manager, feeling as if he had been granted a pardon, bowed and ran away.

Bucky turned around and looked at Wapol.

Wapol's body trembled slightly, and he subconsciously took half a step back.

"Walpo," Bucky's voice was calm.

"Yes—yes!" Wapol's voice trembled slightly.

Bucky tilted his head toward the pile of scrap metal. "Eat this metal junk."

"Eat—eat it?" Wapol's face turned pale.

It's not that he wanted to disobey Bucky's orders, but rather that Bucky's orders were too vague—well, he really didn't want to eat the garbage from the junkyard.

Let alone eating it, just the smell of these things makes me want to vomit.

Although Walpo is a bit of a fool, acting like a simpleton, he can still tell whether something tastes good or bad.

"Eat it with your Gluttony Fruit, then fuse the different metals inside your body, and then spit it out." This time, Buggy gave a clear instruction.

Walpo knew, of course, that what he ate would not harm his stomach.

The power of the Gluttony Fruit grants him the ability to devour almost anything.

But there's so much metal waste here; the rusty, rotten smell is enough to make you want to vomit.

"What?" Bucky's voice turned colder. "Don't want to eat?"

Wapol's body trembled violently: "Eat! I'll eat!"

He stumbled towards the pile of scrap metal, squatted down, grabbed a rusty iron plate, closed his eyes, and opened his mouth wide.

"Click"

A piece of the iron plate was bitten off, making a piercing sound.

Walpo chewed twice and swallowed.

Then another bite.

One more bite.

Wahlbo, like someone who hadn't eaten for three days, frantically stuffed scrap metal into his mouth.

Iron plates, steel pipes, screws, nuts, copper wires, aluminum sheets—whatever it is, grab it and stuff it into your mouth.

Nami stood behind Buggy, her brow furrowed as she looked at Wapol. "Captain—did he get an upset stomach?"

"No, users of the Gluttony Fruit have a special power when it comes to eating." As for whether they would die from eating, Buggy didn't know either, for example, he didn't know if they could eat Seastone.

Nami's lips twitched, but she didn't say anything more; after all, she wasn't the one who would suffer.

Bucky took a white handkerchief out of his pocket, walked over to Walpo, and handed him the handkerchief.

Walpo stopped chewing, looked up at the handkerchief, and felt utterly bewildered.

"Wipe it off." Bucky is quite particular about etiquette in this regard.

Wapol's lips moved slightly, and he felt inexplicably touched.

He took the handkerchief and wiped the black liquid from the corner of his mouth.

It was a product of rust and metal scraps mixed with water, emitting a pungent odor.

"Continue." Bucky stood up and took a few steps back.

Valpo clutched the handkerchief in his hand and continued eating.

One mouthful.

Two mouthfuls.

Three people.

—Walpo just keeps showing off his trash like that.

Bucky stood there, arms crossed, his gaze fixed on Wapol.

After eating a large amount of garbage, Wapol soon began to vomit.

He spat out a large metal block, about the size of a person, directly from his mouth.

It was a dark gray metal, irregularly shaped, like a crumpled piece of waste paper, with a pitted surface and a pungent smell.

A trump card silently slid out from behind Bucky and made a light slash.

"bite"

The metal was cut open, and the cut was neat and smooth.

Bucky frowned slightly; the hardness of this metal was not even as good as ordinary steel.

Wapol's Devil Fruit ability is indeed poorly developed; he still needs to train it.

"Continue, the performance is not good enough."

It's actually quite normal that the first test didn't yield satisfactory results, and Bucky didn't seem to mind much.

If Wapol were truly talented and capable, he wouldn't have been caught so easily.

Because he's a good-for-nothing, it's hard for him to meet his own needs.

If one can meet their own requirements, then they certainly cannot be a useless person, and therefore would not be caught so easily.

This world is sometimes just so contradictory.

Then Wapol started eating and spitting out food repeatedly.

Each time metal is spat out, Bucky tests it with his Ace Throwing Knife.

Initially, the hardness improved, but it still did not meet the requirements.

Valpo dared not stop.

He kept eating and kept vomiting.

Bucky tested it again and again.

The hardness increases with each iteration.

The resilience is getting better each time.

Finally, after Bucky's ace knife struck down, it made a clanging sound.

It was a piece of silver-gray metal with a smooth surface that gleamed faintly in the sunlight.

The blade left a shallow white mark on the metal surface, but there was no sign of it cutting through.

"Not bad." Bucky's lips curled into a slight smile. "Much better than before."

Wapol slumped to the ground, a look of relief finally appearing on his face; he had finally achieved a satisfactory result.

Bucky tossed him the metal: "Eat it again, spit it out, and fix the recipe for this."

This is also a very interesting aspect of the Swallow-Swallow Fruit: it allows the user to repeatedly swallow and spit out what has been swallowed, without any loss or waste.

Wapol took the metal and nodded: "Yes—yes—"

He climbed back into the garbage heap and continued eating.

Wapol then became like a machine that never stops, repeating that action over and over again.

Eat, digest, blend, spit out.

Bucky, on the other hand, was testing the metal that was being spat out.

Some are too soft, some are too brittle, some are too heavy, and some are too light.

But its overall performance is getting better and better.

at last.

"Stop." Bucky got the product he wanted.

Wahlbo looked at Bucky, his eyes filled with fear and anticipation.

Bucky was holding a palm-sized piece of silver-gray metal.

I used the ace throwing knife three times, and the blade left white marks on the metal surface, but none of them cut through.

The metal was slightly deformed by the simultaneous attack of two ace throwing knives.

After the attack ended, the deformed metal slowly returned to its original shape.

"This is it." Bucky held the metal up to his eyes. "Walpo alloy."

Wapol paused for a moment: "Wapol alloy?!"

"Yes." Bucky's lips curled into a slight smile. "An alloy named after you."

"Shape memory alloys can automatically recover their preset shape after being twisted or damaged."

"Extremely high hardness, far exceeding that of ordinary metals."

Bucky didn't know what Wahlboro alloy looked like in the original comics, but he felt that the one he had now was pretty good. It was good enough for now, and he could always optimize it later.

This reminded Buggy of Digimon—maybe he could tinker with a Machinedramon sometime in the future?

Mechanical Evil Dragon Wapol!

At this point, Bucky looked at Wahlbo with a strange expression.

The Gluttony Fruit allows one to fuse what they eat into their own body—could Wapol eat himself to resemble Machinedramon?

A glint flashed in Wahlbod's eyes.

That was the first time since birth that he felt a surge of pride that wasn't caused by fear.

This is different from Wapol's father, who doted on Wapol so much that he raised the tyrant Wapol.

But in front of Bucky, Wapol finally learned what the iron fist of reality was.

After Bucky's iron fist corrected his worldview, Wapol actually started to slowly become normal again.

Although he didn't know how he made it, Bucky said it was named after him.

Wapol suddenly felt quite proud, and even felt a surge of excitement when he looked at Bucky.

—Our great master, we love you!

"What a pity." Bucky tossed the metal to Wapol. "It's a shame we don't have a shipwright, otherwise we should really use this alloy to build a ship."

Wapol took the metal, his lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything.

Walpole felt that he could also study mechanical structures and such.

In short, the combination of hypnosis and a dark room, which forces the mind and will to submit, results in Stockholm syndrome that is truly terrifying.

Bucky turned around and walked out of the garbage dump. "Since we're already here, let's bring Alvida a gift to take back first."

Wahlbo asked cautiously, "Wh-what gift?"

Bucky didn't even turn his head. "Make a custom-made, ultra-high-strength spiked club."

"??" Wapol thought for a moment.

A spiked club is basically just a large, deformed block of iron; there aren't any special requirements.

"Will it work?" Bucky asked.

"Yes! It can definitely be done!" Wapol practically shouted—he had been completely molded into the shape Bucky needed.

Beside the garbage heap, Nami watched Wapol's retreating figure and thought, "This guy is starting to look more and more like a dog."

2

"Humans can be tamed, Nami," Buggy said meaningfully after hearing this. "Humans are just another kind of animal."

Having received Bucky's orders, Wapol naturally had to follow them.

He swallowed the metal he had previously spat out and processed it again.

The ability of the Swallow-Swallow Fruit not only allows the user to fuse what they eat, but also to shape the fused object into any form.

Wapol closed his eyes and imagined what Alvida's spiked club looked like.

The last, extremely thick spiked mace was spat out of Wapol's mouth, fell to the ground, and created a shallow crater.

Bucky walked over, bent down to pick up the spiked club, and swung it in his hand.

The weight is just right.

"Not bad." Bucky put the spiked club aside and turned to look at Wapol.

Having used his Devil Fruit powers repeatedly, Wapol was now completely exhausted and collapsed on the ground, looking utterly drained.

At that moment, Wapol muttered something and spat out five small, silver-gray throwing knives.

Wapol held the five throwing knives in his hands, walked up to Bucky, bowed his head, and handed them over with both hands.

"Master—this—is for you—"

Since Buggy said he was going to bring Alvida a gift, Wapol naturally thought of bringing Buggy a gift too.

"You're quite sensible." Bucky put the five throwing knives into his pocket.

Walpo lowered his head, not daring to speak.

"Alright." Buggy turned around and walked out of the junkyard. "Go back. I need you to use this metal to make some weapons to arm the pirate crew."

Nami then asked curiously, "Can materials other than metal be processed?"

Nami remembered that she still had a small knife made from the nose of a dragon.

Unfortunately, the processing is inadequate; it can only be considered rough processing.

Wahlbo thought for a moment and said, "Okay, but I need to practice a little more."

"Then I'll lend you a hand when the time comes," Nami said with a grin.

"Yes." Wapol certainly wouldn't refuse.