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

Chapter 75 Everyone is quite pragmatic

After the Buggy Pirates wiped out the Bellamy Pirates, the whole town seemed to quiet down.

Although Mogu Town is a pirate town, there are generally no particularly powerful pirates here.

But when a great pirate comes, everyone becomes very sensible.

Buggy's previous actions clearly signaled to Mogu Town that another great pirate had arrived.

That being said, it was actually quite quiet overall.

But it wasn't completely quiet in the literal sense.

People were still arguing in the tavern, shouting and cursing at the gambling table, and pirates were still boasting about their past "glorious achievements" at the barbecue stall on the street corner.

That's just how pirates are by nature.

Despite this, the Buggy Pirates, numbering around two hundred, remained stationed in the center of town, drinking, training, and boasting as usual.

As for the Blackbeard Pirates?

These guys are actually quite sensible now.

Since neither side has any reason to fight to the death, let's pretend we don't exist, keep to ourselves, and just eat, drink, and get by.

Blackbeard had no reason to pick a fight with Bucky, and Bucky had no reason to eliminate Blackbeard.

Although Blackbeard coveted the Gluttony Fruit, it wasn't a necessity for him at the moment, because it wouldn't solve Wapol's problem.

This mechanical dragon Wapol is far, far stronger than the Magnet Valley King Wapol that Blackbeard once tried to capture.

All the techniques of the Dark-Dark Fruit were ineffective against the giant iron turtle Wapol.

Even using Armament Haki alone wouldn't budge Wapol; he's an almost solid block of iron, not just a mechanical construct.

East Coast.

Alvida stood on a jagged rock, her long, black, curly hair fluttering in the sea breeze, a few strands obscuring half of her eyes.

The clothes she wore were very fitted and beautiful.

If it weren't for the spiked mace on the shoulder, this scene could almost be appreciated as a painting of a beautiful woman gazing at the sea.

Unfortunately, that spiked club was such an eyesore.

Or rather, it perfectly captures the essence of One Piece.

Valpo stood behind her.

The silver-white mechanical dragon form reflected a dazzling light in the sunlight, with two cannons on its back pointing diagonally upwards and a mechanical giant claw hanging down at its side on its left arm.

His weight caused the ground beneath his feet to sink slightly—Walpo no longer needed to breathe; he had become completely inhuman.

"The captain said that old man is on the east coast." Alvida turned her head and glanced at Wapol. "Could you... hurry up?"

Walpow did not answer.

He simply took a step, his thick lower limbs striking the rocks with a dull thud, leaving a deep dent in the rock surface.

Alvida rolled her eyes, turned around, and continued walking forward.

"What a quiet guy," she muttered.

Since Wapol was completely "tamed" by Bucky, he has rarely spoken.

Or rather, he no longer knows how to talk to "people".

He still has language skills, but his way of thinking is becoming more and more like the form he has become.

The mechanized mind of steel — no nonsense, no emotion, nothing superfluous.

"Obey the captain's orders."

This sentence was almost his only response to everyone and everything.

Alvida sometimes felt sorry for this person, but more often than not, she was just grateful.

I'm glad it wasn't me who was turned into that.

Alvida knew very well why Wapol had become like this. He was hypnotized by Buggy, locked in a dark room by Buggy, and his mind was destroyed, forcibly twisting himself—just thinking about it for a moment tells you how terrible this is.

Alvida was well aware that she had been infected.

But her current self-awareness is the self-awareness after she was infected. If she were to return to her original self, it would be tantamount to killing her in the present.

Alvida, who was aware of this, was actually conflicted. She could even be seen as a creation of Bucky.

The person I once was is dead; the person I am now is reborn.

One can probably understand it this way.

Alita quickened her pace.

On a relatively flat beach, a strange little house stands all alone.

The hut was small, but there was a large wooden plank of a strange shape at the back.

Alvida knew she had arrived at her destination, and the person she was looking for was:

Montblanc Kulikai.

• Bounty of 25 million Berries.

• The headmaster of the Saruyama Alliance.

More importantly, he is the person who knows the ocean currents best in this area.

Pakistan could also slowly search for information about the ocean currents in the nearby waters on its own.

But since there are people around who know, why bother searching for information and calculating it yourself?

Why not just pick what's already there?

"This is it." Alvida stopped and looked at the closed wooden door.

Wapol stopped behind her, his mechanical dragon head slightly lowered, his red eyes fixed on the door.

Alvida turned around and waved to Wapol.

"Stand back a bit. Don't collapse their house."

Walpo did not move.

"Obey the captain's orders."

"Cooperate with Alvida's operation."

"I'll be within three steps of you."

Although Wapol responded to Alvida.

But Alvida's lips still twitched.

She took a deep breath, lowered the spiked club from her shoulder, and slammed it onto the ground with a dull thud.

Then Alvida took a step and walked toward the door.

Before I had taken three steps, the door opened.

A bald man walked out of the door.

This person looks very strange; his head is shaped like a chestnut.

The face is diamond-shaped with a pointed chin and high cheekbones.

A cigarette dangled from his mouth, smoke escaping from the corner of his lips and being dispersed by the sea breeze.

Montblanc Kulik stood in the doorway, his gaze sweeping over Alvida and the silver-white mechanical monster beside her.

"Trouble is brewing."

He took the cigarette out of his mouth and tapped the ash on the door frame.

"Pirates?"

"Why are you making such a big fuss over here with an old man like me?"

Montblanc Kulik never expected that someone would actually come looking for him.

It wasn't a secret that he lived here, but everyone just treated him as a joke.

Montblanc Kulik didn't really take it seriously; he was already used to it.

"Our captain, Bucky the Clown, would like to invite you over." Alvida slung her spiked club back over her shoulder, revealing a smile tinged with arrogance.

Although Alvida is also afraid of Buggy, she still feels a strong sense of belonging to Buggy himself.

Wapol was manipulated like this by Buggy, so how much better off could Alvida be?

He's already been remodeled to look like Bucky.

"An invitation?" Kulikai raised an eyebrow. "What if I say no?"

Alvida's smile didn't fade, but she gripped the handle of the staff with her right hand, the tip of which was aimed at Kulikai.

The black spiked mace gleamed coldly in the sunlight.

"Then don't blame us for using violence."

Kulikai looked at her, paused for a moment, and then laughed.

"You pirates are really direct."

He did not hesitate any longer.

He drew a pistol from his waist with his right hand, raised it, and aimed it at Alvida's face.

"Bang--!!!"

Gunshots rang out on the coast, startling several seagulls that were perched on the rocks.

The bullet tore through the air and shot straight toward Alvida's forehead.

Alvida didn't flinch, she didn't even blink.

The bullet struck her between the eyebrows, and then—slipped away.

The bullet slid off her forehead to the right, grazed her hair, and disappeared into the distant sea.

The Smooth-Smooth Fruit grants Alvida the ability to ignore almost 90% of physical attacks.

Simple physical attacks are ineffective.

Devil Fruits are just that unreasonable.

Kulikai's pupils contracted slightly, but he did not stop.

"Bang bang bang bang!!!"

Four more shots, fired in quick succession.

Two bullets were fired at Alvida's chest, and two at her abdomen.

Alvida still did not dodge.

The bullets hit her body and then all slid away.

That's what makes the Smooth-Smooth Fruit so terrifying.

Kulikai lowered his hand.

He didn't fire again not because he was out of bullets, but because he already knew the answer.

Bullets are useless.

An enemy that even a gun couldn't take down was clearly beyond his capabilities.

Kulikai shifted his gaze from Alvida to the silver-white mechanical monster in the distance.

"Do you want to try again?" Alvida tilted her head, her smile widening.

Having always followed Buggy, Alvida has also become a bit of a bad influence, for example, she likes to show off and feel the powerlessness of the other side.

Kulikai did not answer, but took a deep breath, the cigarette in his mouth almost burned out, and then exhaled a large smoke ring.

Then he raised his hand and fired a shot at the silver-white mechanical monster in the distance.

"Bang-!!!"

The bullet exploded in a shower of sparks on Wahlbo's forehead.

Wapol's red eyes flashed, and not a single scratch was left on the silver-white armor plate.

"—Obey the captain's orders." Wapol's voice was calm and unwavering. "Any disrespect towards the captain will be—"

"Alright, alright." Alvida waved her hand, interrupting him, not wanting to listen to this idiot's babbling.

Wapol shut his mouth, his red eyes still fixed on Kulikai, but the mechanical claws loosened their grip slightly.

Kulikai spat the cigarette out of his mouth onto the ground and crushed it out with the toe of his foot: "I understand—I will behave."

"You're just giving up like that?" Alvida's voice held a hint of disappointment. "I was thinking of making a move."

Kulikai glanced at her, a self-deprecating smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Bullets can't hurt you, let alone fists."

"My greatest strength is that I have self-awareness."

"If you can't beat them, you can't beat them. Trying to fight back will only bring you humiliation."

Kulikai isn't stupid; there's really no need for him to provoke an opponent who's far stronger than him.

If there isn't a decisive conflict of positions between him and the other side—Kulike doesn't want to die yet; he still has things he wants to accomplish.

"Boring." Alvida scoffed and slung the spiked club back over her shoulder.

"Can you tell me what your captain wants with me?" Kulikai didn't care about her attitude. He took out a cigarette case from his pocket, pulled out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and lit it.

"Our boss wants to go to the Sky Island," Alvida said, glancing at him.

"So?" Kulikai's hand paused for a moment, the cigarette trembling slightly between his fingers before returning to stillness.

"So I need the information you have," Alvida said, "information about the ocean currents around here."

Kulikai sighed, then said directly, "I didn't expect that such a great pirate would believe in that legend."

The story of his ancestor, Rolando, known as the King of Liars—in a world where almost everyone mocks this story, would there really be a great pirate who believes it?

"A legend?" Alvida frowned. "How do you know it's a legend?"

Then, with a hint of pride and self-satisfaction, he said, "Our boss has personally been to Sky Island."

The thought that Buggy was once a member of the Pirate King's crew and that he wanted to become the king of the world in the future made Alvida feel incredibly excited.

Ambitious men are the most attractive.

Arrita's words deeply shocked Kulikai.

The cigarette slipped from his fingers, fell to the ground, rolled twice, and came to rest in a crevice of a rock.

"You said—he went to Sky Island?" Kulikai's voice was a little hoarse. He didn't expect that someone would actually have been to Sky Island!

Uh—actually, there is a way to get to the Sky Island. You don't necessarily have to do something as dangerous as the Sky Current. Many people know that.

However, this news didn't spread much, so most people in the world were completely unaware of it.

"Nonsense." Alvida slung her spiked club over her shoulder. "Our boss used to be a crew member on the Pirate King Roger's ship. Roger's pirate crew went to Skypiea, so of course he went with them."

Since we've already brought up Gol D. Roger, the Pirate King, then Kureha has absolutely nothing to say.

If it were Gol D. Roger, the Pirate King, then it would be perfectly normal for him to have visited Skypiea.

If this person really is a member of the Roger Pirates and wants to go to Skypiea again—Kurikai thought that maybe he could hitch a ride on their back this time.

That was his dream. If he could realize his dream, he wouldn't mind dying for it.

"Let's go," Kulik said, suppressing his excitement. "Take me to your captain."

"But I need to ask one thing first," Kulik said again, unable to contain his excitement.

"What is it?" Alvida asked.

"Does your captain believe in it?" Kulikai's gaze fell on Alvida's face. "Does he believe in the existence of Sky Island?"

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"Are you stupid? He went there himself, do you still need to believe him?" Alvida paused, stunned. "I asked this question once, and you want to ask it twice?"

Alvida thought the old man in front of her was probably not very bright—Alvida didn't really understand what a dream was.

Kulikai laughed at this.

"That's right."

"If you've been there in person, you don't need a letter."

"Wait a moment, I'll leave a message."

Kulik took a tape recorder out of the room and recorded his plan to go to Mogu Town.

After all, he still has some subordinates, and if they suddenly return, they'll need to know where he went.