One Piece: Honey Badger Speedruns the World

As a Logia-type Devil Fruit user, Smoker's body is already accustomed to elementalization, which makes him extremely sensitive to even the slightest fluctuations in the surrounding atmosphere.

Although his Observation Haki has not yet reached its peak level.

But at this moment, the sensory signals fed back from the man who had barged into the auction caused the smoke around his body to subconsciously become disordered for a moment.

"What the hell is that...?"

The cigar in Smoker's mouth trembled slightly.

In his Observation Haki perception, that aura was not human at all.

That energy fluctuation was filled with violent chaos and was unfathomable...

If you close your eyes, Smoker might even imagine that a colossal sea king from the depths of the Calm Belt has crashed through the deck and is now venting its primal fury there.

That was the ferocity of a giant predator.

But what terrified him most was another kind of impact on his will, mixed in with the violent lightning.

He had seen that kind of oppressive aura, capable of shaking the soul and causing the weak to lose consciousness instantly, emanated from those great figures.

"Conqueror's Haki...?!"

"That kind of lightning...it doesn't seem like ordinary static electricity."

Tashigi, standing to the side, adjusted her glasses, gripping the famous sword "Shigure" tightly in her hand, her tone solemn.

"And... only one or two people? It doesn't seem like a counterattack from Zou."

"Hmph, I guess the others in Zou don't dare to offend the World Government, so they just threw these few hotheads out to take the blame. That way, it can't be considered a declaration of war by Zou."

Smoker irritably exhaled a smoke ring and glanced at Red-Nosed Bucky with disgust: "Vergo, how long are we going to wait? If we keep fighting, unnecessary casualties will only increase."

"Don't rush, Smoker."

A calm, even voice extinguished Smoker's agitation like ice water.

Base Commander Vergo, who had been sitting in a recliner, slowly and methodically cutting his steak with a knife and fork, finally spoke.

He still wore those sunglasses, and there was a half-eaten hamburger patty stuck to the corner of his mouth, but the oppressive aura he exuded made the surrounding naval soldiers afraid to even breathe.

"Mr. Vergo..." Tashigi said nervously.

Vergo ignored his subordinates' anxiety without even blinking.

Hidden behind sunglasses, a pair of calm eyes were now focused intently on the red-nosed boy who was yelling and screaming, piercing through layers of smoke.

More precisely, the focus is on a seemingly ordinary glass armband that Pakistan is wearing on his left arm.

That's the one, right?

What Dover's intelligence needs.

The armband looked like an ordinary logging pointer, but almost no one on this high seas knew its true nature—it was a permanent logging pointer leading to the legendary "Captain John's Treasure."

Vergo stood straight at the bow of the ship, quickly forming a perfect plunder plan in his mind.

If we make a move now.

Vergo glanced at the reporters who were still taking pictures.

It's too easy to reveal your intentions, making it difficult to obtain the pointer without being noticed.

But... what if it's at the end of a battle, in the midst of chaos...

Thinking of this, the corners of Vergo's mouth curved slightly upward.

When both sides are exhausted and the battlefield is in chaos, I will intervene in the name of the navy.

In the instant he examined Red Nose's injury... he effortlessly removed the armband without anyone noticing.

Thinking of this, Vergo slowly stood up and stopped Smoker, who was about to rush out.

"Smoker, don't rush."

"Our mission is to 'maintain order,' not to be the babysitters of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, nor to be messengers of justice."

Vergo adjusted his sunglasses and gave an impeccable reason:

"You also dislike the Seven Warlords system, so let them wear each other down."

Once the situation is completely out of control, and one side has essentially lost its fighting capacity... then we will enter the fray under the pretext of 'rescuing our allies and quelling the riots.'

"At that time, we can not only clean up the mess, but also make that arrogant Shichibukai suffer a setback."

Smoker, munching on a cigar, found Vergo's bureaucratic rhetoric nauseating, but had to admit it was very much in line with the G5 branch's style.

Unbeknownst to him, the base commander beside him was waiting to retrieve a little-known treasure from the chaotic ruins.

"...Tch, whatever." Smoker turned around and continued to observe the battlefield.

……

"Cough cough... Ouch, ouch, ouch! This is killing me!!"

With a series of crackling sounds, the scattered pieces of limbs flew back like startled pigeons, piecing themselves back together in mid-air.

This time, however, the oversized red robe that was meant to make an appearance had vanished.

Without the large robe to conceal him, Bucky's true physique was completely exposed to everyone.

Thin, frail, and even somewhat comically shriveled.

Although his limbs had been reattached, they were still twitching slightly uncontrollably due to the electric shock, like a puppet with broken strings.

"Huff... huff..."

Buggy wiped the soot off his face and looked at Goss not far away. Surprisingly, the exasperated fear in his eyes was gone, replaced by a gloomy and mocking look that only an old pirate could have.

"Is this your trump card, you mink brat?"

Bucky spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, pointed at Goss, and gave a sardonic smile:

"You think that just because you've awakened that so-called 'Conqueror's Haki,' you can roam freely across this ocean?"

Goss frowned slightly, and the lightning in his hand crackled.

"Don't be so arrogant, newbie."

Bucky grinned, and his face, covered in paint, now possessed a chilling realism without his flamboyant attire.

That was the gaze of someone who had witnessed the pinnacle of the world on that legendary pirate ship:

"Whether it's Conqueror's Haki or some kind of 'King's Qualities'..."

"In that monster-infested sea known as the 'New World,' there are countless people who possess such a thing!"

Compared to those real monsters, your newly awakened courage is as laughable as a baby just learning to cry!

Hahaha!!!

"You talk too much nonsense."

Goss's eyes turned cold; he couldn't be bothered to listen to the rabid barking of this loser.

The deck beneath his feet cracked under repeated heavy stomping.

Goss instantly transformed into a bolt of lightning, his lightning-wrapped claw aimed straight for Bucky's unsuspecting throat.

"If you don't want to shut up, then never speak again!"

The attack was swift as lightning, and Bucky, who was still spouting nonsense, had no time to split up and dodge.

however.

Just as Goss's fingers were about to touch Bucky's neck.

Slurp—!

There was no tactile sensation of flesh being torn apart.

Goss felt as if he had grabbed a mudfish coated with top-quality lubricant; the force was instantly dissipated, and his hand slid uncontrollably to the side.