One Piece: Honey Badger Speedruns the World

10,000 meters above the ground.

This is Visayas, a country of meteorological science that drifts with the wind.

At this moment, this floating island, composed of giant bubbles and clouds, is experiencing an unprecedented tremor.

It wasn't an earthquake, but rather the atmosphere itself trembling.

Just as the scholars of Vesalia were in a panic, a calm and aged voice suddenly came from the broadcast tower:

"Don't panic! Everyone, please be aware, this is not an attack! I repeat, this is not an attack!"

Many years later, our flight path once again coincided with that of Elephant Lord!

As the broadcast ended, the scholars, who had been terrified, instantly turned from worry to joy and cheered.

"Great! I get to see the adorable furry tribe again!"

"Quickly bring out all the weather equipment we've been storing! The fur tribe are big customers!"

Visalia did not avoid Elephant, but instead, following the airflow, boldly leaned against Elephant's broad back.

At the same time, dozens of figures shot out from the dense forest of Zulu like agile monkeys.

Using ropes and their exceptional jumping ability, they leaped directly onto the cloud deck of Visalia.

"Long time no see, you weathermen!"

A burly mink with bull horns laughed loudly, slamming a huge bundle on his back onto the cloud-covered ground: "Thunderstruck wood and crocodile fruit, specialties of the Zou Forest, in exchange for your latest Wind Knot!"

"Sold! Sold!"

In the blink of an eye, the once quiet science island was transformed into a bustling high-altitude market.

Scholars in Visalia are eager to find rare plants and minerals growing in the primeval forests of Zouna to aid their research.

The fur-bearing tribes, who have long lived on the backs of elephants, have a particular fondness for the magical weather instruments of Visalia.

"It's...it's spectacular."

Mia was dumbfounded. All around her were Zou's orc warriors haggling with the white-bearded old man in pajamas. This scene was something she had never heard of before.

In stark contrast to Mia's excitement, Baal looked like a deflated balloon.

Baal casually picked up a floating bubble ball from the stall, looking at the small thundercloud spinning inside with obvious disdain:

"This is actually the legendary meteorological science nation of Visalia, not some floating island teeming with shellfish at all..."

Frustrated, he poked the bubble with his finger.

"No Impact Shells, no Flame Shells, and no Slash Shells—those are the hard currencies..."

"All we sell here are these delicate weather bubbles and wind knots."

Barr sighed: "These things have very strict storage requirements; they'll break if you squeeze them even slightly, and the transportation costs are extremely high."

Moreover, aside from navigators and certain specialized research institutions, ordinary people would never buy such a weather-making device...

The target audience was too narrow, which directly shrunk the profit margin by 90%.

"Um... how much is this Wind Knot, sir?"

Soldiers from Zou were already making deals nearby.

Seeing everyone else making deals, Bal gritted his teeth.

"Well, even a mosquito's leg is meat."

The dejection on Bal's face vanished instantly, replaced by his shrewd smile, though a hint of helplessness lingered in his eyes:

"Although not as lucrative as Sky Island Shells, these Wind Knots, if brought to the Grand Line and sold to pirates or merchant ships desperately needing to escape the Calm Belt, should fetch a considerable premium..."

He patted his cheeks, forcing himself to cheer up, and plunged headlong into the group of white-bearded old men.

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"These kinds of bubbles are simply impossible to transport over long distances..."

Baal was still haggling over the price of the weather balloon in his hand, completely unaware of the horrified expressions that suddenly appeared on the faces of the white-bearded old men around him when they saw a certain figure.

"Hey, you blond guy over there."

A languid yet regal female voice came from above.

"If you're not an expert, don't use those dirty hands that only know how to scheme against Berry to touch these scientific achievements that could destroy an island."

"Huh?" Bal looked up unhappily.

At the top of the towering weather tower, a girl with long, wavy orange hair was sitting on the railing.

The wind high in the sky made her long hair a little messy. She was only wearing a daring bikini swimsuit on her upper body. Her full curves were dazzlingly white in the sunlight, rising and falling with her breath, as if they might pop out at any moment.

Looking down, there's a slender waist that looks like it could be encircled by one hand, followed by rounded hips and long legs tightly wrapped in low-rise jeans.

She held that peculiar weather stick in her hand, her slender legs swaying idly in the air, her delicate toes exposed, as if deliberately exuding her charm.

"Nami-san!"

The old stall owner next to him, Haredas, was so startled that his beard was trembling: "Why are you out here? The thunderstorm experiment isn't finished yet..."

"Shut up, old man."

Nami leaped into the air, landing lightly in front of Baal like a wind sprite.

She didn't even glance at Baal; she simply reached out and lightly touched the bubble in his hand.

Om-!

The once docile bubble instantly turned purplish-black, and the violent thunderous roar inside sent chills down Baal's spine.

"This...this is?!"

"This is my improved 'Thundercloud Climate Egg'."

Nami toyed with a strand of her long hair, her eyes radiating confidence.

You're saying its profit margin is low?

"In the New World, this kind of tool that can create thunderstorms at any time is a key factor that can determine the outcome of a battle at sea."

"If sold to the Navy or the officers of the Four Emperors' crews, this one... could be exchanged for at least two boxes of gold."

"Hey... that was clearly just a highly unstable, failed experiment..."

Haredas, who was standing next to him, felt his eyelids twitch. As a meticulous scientist, he instinctively wanted to open his mouth and expose this nonsense that was completely treating people like pigs to be slaughtered.

However, the words were not yet spoken.

Nami merely turned her head slightly, and her beautiful, originally smiling eyes instantly transformed into two ice blades, subtly glancing at the old men behind her.

The aura of a "female demon" released in that instant was more terrifying than an impending thunderstorm.

"Glug."

Haredas and the group of white-bearded old men immediately covered their mouths, trembling with fear, and swallowed back the "truth" that was on the tip of their tongues.

"Four...Four Emperors?!"

If true, this is not only extremely profitable, but also a stepping stone to opening up new global arms distribution channels...

But Barr didn't pay up immediately.

"Words are no proof, beautiful lady."

Baal patted the bag at his waist, making a deep, resonant sound.

"I'm not new to business. There is indeed enough Berry in here to buy all your goods, but only if... your goods are really that powerful."

"Oh dear, what a cautious old man."

Before she could finish speaking, Nami suddenly spun the Clima-Tact in her hand.

"Leiyu Weather!"

There was no earth-shattering explosion. Just a few inconspicuous little black balls slowly floated up to Baal's head.

Sizzle!

Without warning, a blinding white light instantly robbed Baal of his sight.

Immediately following was a deafening clap of thunder, and those small balls released a high-voltage electric shock comparable to a small lightning strike in an instant!

"Whoaaaaah!!" Baal was so frightened by the sudden bright light and electric current that he instinctively closed his eyes, covered his head, and crouched down in defense.

And in that brief second when he closed his eyes and let go.

An invisible high-pressure airflow swept past with the precision of a whip.

When the lightning subsided, Baal rubbed his eyes and stood up, looking disheveled. "Cough cough...this didn't seem as powerful as they said...wait!"

He suddenly felt a lightness around his waist.

Looking down, I saw that the two heavy bags had turned into two hollow spheres with a cute smiley face doodle on them.

"What?!" Baal felt a chill run down his spine. He looked up abruptly.

Nami, carrying a small orange backpack, stood on the ladder connecting to the higher sky islands, tossing a bundle of banknotes that originally belonged to Baal in her hand, grinning like a cat that had successfully stolen some fish.

"Transaction complete~ These Thundercloud Eggs are yours, and the money is mine."