One Piece: Honey Badger Speedruns the World

"Huh? Me, should I go?!"

Bucky pointed to his nose, looking terrified.

Zheng—Goss didn't speak, but he slightly raised his other hand, and a dangerous black arc of electricity flickered at his fingertips.

"I'll go right now! It would be my pleasure to serve you!!"

Bucky's expression changed instantly, revealing an astonishing will to survive. He scrambled over to Mr. 1, extended two fingers, and, as if holding a bomb, shakily pulled the golden Den Den Mushi from the bald assassin's pocket.

It was a deluxe Den Den Mushi with a pure gold finish and even miniature sunglasses, clearly a high-end item reserved for a "company president" who valued prestige.

"For...for you..."

Bucky held the Den Den Mushi in both hands and presented it to Goss like a treasure, his face full of ingratiating smiles.

Goss took the microphone and pressed the answer button.

"Mr.1".

On the other end of the phone came a deep, hoarse voice with a cigar-smoked smell.

Heading to the Lower Seven Warlords of the Sea—Sand Crocodile.

"How's the matter going?"

The deck was deathly silent. Reiju and Buggy both pricked up their ears.

Goss leaned against the headboard, a cold smile playing on his lips, and said calmly into the microphone, "Unfortunately, your blade is dull, Crocodile."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone. Then, Crocodile's voice turned dangerous: "Who are you?"

"I am Goss."

Goss toyed with the Den Den Mushi in his hand, his tone as calm as if chatting with an old friend: "Your men aren't dead yet, but they're almost dead. As for you... I'll settle our score with you sooner or later."

"Heh...hehehe..."

Crocodile's signature deep laugh came from the other end of the phone, but it carried a chilling undertone: "Interesting. It's been a long time since anyone dared to talk to me like that. Kid, do you know who you're provoking?"

"I know. Just a loser playing house in the desert."

Goss's words were like a sharp knife, precisely piercing Crocodile's sore spot.

Before the other party could erupt in anger, Goss continued, "Want money? Or want my life? I'm waiting for you. If you dare to come."

Click. Goss hung up the phone immediately, giving the Shichibukai no chance to retaliate.

Bucky next to him was so frightened that his jaw dislocated.

Is this guy insane?! That's Crocodile! How dare he mock him like that?!

Even Reiju turned around in surprise, her eyes now showing genuine appreciation for Goss.

"Okay, one solved."

Goss tucked the Den Den Mushi into his pocket, then pointed to the unconscious Mr. 1 on the ground and ordered Bucky, "Hey, Red Nose. Go drag this bald guy out of here."

"Huh? Drag...drag where?" Bucky trembled.

Goss pointed towards the stern, where the lights of warships could be faintly seen flashing on the distant sea—the G5 branch navy that had been following them like glue all the way.

"Since the Navy is so eager for results, let's give them a big gift."

A glint of shrewdness flashed in Goss's eyes: "Throw Mr. 1 overboard. He's a notorious bounty hunter. Those greedy G5 marines will definitely stop their ships to salvage this prize and claim their reward."

Goss closed his eyes wearily. "Bucky, hurry up. After you're done throwing, get back to the helm. What if I wake up tomorrow morning and we're off course..."

He took Bucky's neck and squeezed it.

"Yes, yes, yes! I'll go right away! I'll go right away!!"

Buggy felt like he'd been granted a pardon and dragged Mr. 1 by one leg as he ran outside, tears streaming down his face: Waaaaah... Why have I, a dignified Shichibukai, been reduced to a porter and helmsman?!

With a "plop" as something fell into the water, and the sounds of commotion coming from a distant naval warship.

The Narwhal sailed into the vast darkness of the night.

Behind the Narwhal, the G5 branch warship.

The sea breeze howled, and waves crashed against the ship's hull. A commotion erupted on deck as several menacing-looking naval soldiers strained to retrieve something from the sea, pulling on thick ropes.

"Hey! Hurry up!"

A naval captain, smoking a cigar, shouted.

With a crash, a man covered in blood and looking like a rag doll was thrown heavily onto the deck as the pulley turned.

"This...this is..."

The surrounding naval soldiers crowded forward and, using the searchlights, saw the man's face clearly. They immediately gasped in shock.

He's bald, has a scar around his eye, and the iconic "壱" character tattoo on his chest.

Although his arms were broken and he had several deep, bone-revealing knife wounds on his chest, and he was on the verge of death, his fierce aura still sent chills down people's spines.

"It's Daz Bones! The same Mr. 1, the senior agent from Baroque Works two years ago!!"

The colonel dropped his cigar, his voice trembling: "Why is he on the Honey Badger Pirates' ship...?"

"Who exactly are those people on the Narwhal?"

Fear began to spread among the crowd.

They initially thought it was just a lucky rookie pirate crew, but they didn't expect that the other side would first capture Smoker and Tashigi, and then abandon Daz Bones.

Every action of the other party far exceeded their expectations.

"Report!!"

Just then, a marine on the watchtower let out a piercing scream: "Six o'clock! Unidentified vessel spotted rapidly approaching! That's...that's..."

The colonel whirled around and raised his binoculars. In the churning waves, a strangely shaped pirate ship with a massive prow was silently following them like a ghost.

The pirate flag fluttering in the wind featured a skull with lipstick on it, wearing a Napoleon hat.

"Four...Four Emperors?! It's Big Mom's ship!!"

The entire deck erupted in chaos.

Although the G5 branch's navy was a bunch of thugs, they still felt an instinctive fear in the face of the Emperor of the New World.

"Damn it! Why are the Four Emperors' people here?! Are they also here for that Goss?"

The colonel, drenched in sweat, his hand gripping the knife trembled: "Don't make any rash moves! Under no circumstances should we fire! That level of monster is beyond our capabilities… Contact Lieutenant General Vergo immediately! We'll decide what to do once the base commander arrives!"

……

Rear - Big Mom Pirates' reconnaissance ship

On the bow of the ship, a tall man wearing a scarf sat cross-legged amidst a pile of French fries, chewing on a huge chicken leg with a gloomy expression.

It was Charlotte Snag, the 25th son of the Charlotte family and one of the original "Four Sweet Commanders".

"Lord Snag, the navy ahead seems to have spotted us. Should we sink them?" a chess piece soldier asked.

"idiot."

Snag spat out a bone, his eyes sinister: "Making a move now will only alert the enemy."

I can't afford to fail anymore; this operation must be carried out with extreme caution.

He clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his flesh: "I can't make that mistake again. Absolutely not."

Snag glanced at the small Narwhal in the distance, then at the naval warships sandwiched between them, a cunning glint in his eyes: "Let those naval forces be cannon fodder. Once they've fought to the death, we'll step in and reap the benefits."

"Keep your distance and follow them like a shadow until they make a mistake."

……

The deck of the Narwhal.

The crisis was temporarily averted. With Bucky struggling to take the helm, Goss finally had time to settle the ship's many wounded crew members.

"Soton, Garrot, you are badly injured. Go back to your cabin and get treated."

Goss looked at the blood-covered crocodile and the rabbit girl with an injured leg. His tone remained calm, but it conveyed an undeniable concern.

"It's nothing, Captain, just a superficial wound... Ouch!"

Thornton was about to pat his chest to show off his strength, but this aggravated his wound, causing him to wince in pain.

"Don't force yourself, little Thornton." Carrot, though her eyes were brimming with tears from the pain, bravely supported Thornton. "Let's go inside, don't worry the captain."

Just then.

"Lord Goss!! That's amazing!! Absolutely amazing!!"

An excited voice came from the cargo hold door.

Then, the Bal that had been hiding in the lower deck suddenly burst out, waving its arms and legs excitedly.

"I saw everything through the crack in the door! That terrifying Mr. 1, you took him down in one go! That was absolutely awesome!!"

Goss glanced at Baal, speechless. The battle was already over when he woke up, and Baal probably didn't even dare to look and had been hiding in the bottom of the cabin the whole time.

Bar was so excited that he was incoherent and even wanted to rush up and give Gos a warm greeting, but under Gos's cold gaze, he abruptly stopped the car.

"Calm down, Bal." Goss rubbed his temples, a wave of weakness washing over him.

"Yes! Yes!"

Balli stood at attention, took a deep breath, and said earnestly, "Lord Goss, although I would love to continue following you and witnessing more miracles... I must report what has happened here, and the dangers you have encountered, to the Dukes of Zou as soon as possible."

He scratched his head somewhat sheepishly: "So... once we reach the next safe island, I think... I want to get off the ship and find a way back to Zou."

"Can."

Goss nodded, offering no attempt to persuade him to stay. The ship's journey ahead was destined to be a hellish battlefield, and for a non-combatant like Baal to remain would only be suicide.

"Once you reach a place with merchant ships, you should leave."

"I am so grateful!!" Baal was moved to tears.

After dealing with the personnel's departures and retentions, Goss finally felt a wave of dizziness.

Rumble—his stomach roared in protest.

The prolonged coma, the forced burst of energy after waking up, and the depletion of his domineering aura had left his body like a depleted fuel tank.

"Food..."

Goss, gripping the railing, his eyes practically glowing with greed, asked, "Is there any food left on the ship?"

"Um..." Carrot, who was just about to go in, weakly raised her hand, "When the captain's cabin was destroyed, the kitchen was also affected, and it seems that the food supplies... all fell into the sea."

despair.

Just as Goss was considering whether to cut a piece of Bucky off and grill it, his gaze suddenly swept down to the area below the ship's side.

There, bobbing with the waves, was a small, black single-person boat. It was left behind by Mr. 1 when he boarded!

Goss's eyes lit up instantly, brighter than a searchlight.

As a high-ranking agent tasked with cross-sea assassination missions, Mr. 1's ship is definitely equipped with high-calorie supplies for long-term surveillance!

"Bucky! Secure the rudder! Go and salvage that little boat down there! Find it, even if it's just a cookie!"

……

Ten minutes later.

The deck was filled with spoils plundered from Mr. 1's ship: dried, specially made jerky, high-proof rum, compressed military canned food, and even a bag of fresh fruit.

*Crunch! Thud!*

Goss sat on the deck without any regard for appearances, shooting with both hands.

He chewed and swallowed the dried meat, bones and all, as if he were trying to make up for all the food he had eaten in his life, and gulped down strong liquor.

As the food enters the stomach, although it is not the most exquisite delicacy, the high-calorie energy is quickly converted into heat and flows to the limbs and bones.

His pale complexion began to regain its rosy hue, and his shriveled muscles began to plump up again.

Goss felt his long-dormant "heart" begin to beat powerfully again. He clenched his fist, feeling the return of his strength.

Not enough...

Goss looked at the twinkling stars in the night sky, his eyes gradually sharpening.

This level of power is simply not enough in the New World.

Even a mere member of the Seven Warlords of the Sea required Mia to risk her life to defeat him...

He must become stronger.

Taking advantage of this voyage to the new world, and utilizing this newly recovered body, I will thoroughly consolidate my existing power and develop the power hidden deep within.

"Let's begin our training."

Goss swallowed the last piece of meat, stood up in the sea breeze, his posture as sharp as a spear.