One Piece: Honey Badger Speedruns the World

Mia sighed and could only tell Soton to carry Goss on his back.

She cautiously surveyed the noisy crowd around her, trying to find a shop where she could buy food.

The further you go in, the denser the crowds become, and the stronger the sweet, honey-like aroma becomes.

Suddenly, her gaze fixed on a figure not far away.

"what?"

Mia's eyes widened slightly, and an expression of disbelief appeared on her face:

"That's... a Mink tribe?"

Among the strangely shaped chess piece soldiers and humans, those round, hairy ears stood out conspicuously.

It was a large, bear-like man wearing overalls, who was licking a small jar of his hoarded syrup with relish.

In this dangerous land of middle-aged women, it's surprising to see fellow countrymen from Zou.

"Um! Please wait a moment!"

As if grasping at a straw, Mia disregarded manners, quickly squeezed through the crowd, and stood in front of the bear uncle:

"You're from the fur tribe, right? I never expected to meet a fellow countryman here!"

"Um?"

When his meal was interrupted, Uncle Bear frowned impatiently and tried to wave the person away.

But when his gaze swept over Carrot's twitching long ears and the fur on Mia and Goss, his round bear eyes instantly lit up.

"Oh! Karucho!"

Uncle Xiong's wary expression vanished instantly, replaced by the unguarded,憨厚 smile he only showed when facing his tribe.

He opened his arms wide, even wanting to give Mia a warm cheek kiss:

"It's someone from my hometown! In this land of freaks, it's so rare to see a Zou friend!"

"Yes, we didn't expect that either."

Mia breathed a sigh of relief. Since they were from the same hometown, it was much easier to talk to them. She quickly asked:

"Excuse me, sir, we've just arrived on the island and urgently need to replenish our food supplies. Where can we buy honey? Lots of honey!"

"purchase?"

Uncle Bear paused for a moment, then, as if he had heard a joke, helplessly spread out his paw, which was covered in syrup:

"Don't joke around, little girl. Right now, in the entire Seven Honey Town, you can't even buy a spoonful of honey, let alone a large quantity."

"What?!"

Like a bolt from the blue, Goss, who had been lying on Soton's back pretending to be dead, suddenly sat up in shock from his deathbed.

He clung tightly to Uncle Bear's overalls, his eyes gleaming green, his voice shrill:

"Why?! Isn't this an island that produces honey?! I can smell honey!!"

"Ouch, slow down, slow down! Don't pull my pants!"

Uncle Bear, while pulling up his pants, pointed to the massive, pyramid-like platform in the center of the square:

"See that? That's what Lady Flampe ordered—to seal off the entire island's stockpile and concentrate it there to celebrate her upcoming appointment as 'Honey Minister'!"

Following Uncle Bear's finger, everyone's gaze passed through the crowd.

On the stage in the center of the square, there was a "mountain" made up of thousands of huge oak barrels.

Some of the buckets had their lids open, and the golden, translucent royal jelly, like liquid gold, was slowly flowing down the sides of the buckets, gathering into a honey fountain.

That irresistible aroma, enough to drive any honey badger mad, originates from there.

"That's the prize for the champion of this 'Sweet Celebration Honey Eating Contest'."

Uncle Bear looked longingly at the platform, gesturing with a finger as thick as a carrot:

"The rules are simple: it's all about speed, not quantity. Each person gets a standard bucket of extra-rich rock honey, and whoever finishes it all first is the winner."

"However, to take away the honey from that entire mountain, winning alone is not enough; you have to break that 'legendary record.'"

At this point, Uncle Xiong lowered his voice slightly, with a hint of reverence:

"The current record holder is Charlotte Flampe, who is about to become the Minister of Honey. Her record is—eating an entire bucket in 30 seconds!"

"30 seconds... a whole bucket..."

Uncle Bear was still rambling on about how great Lady Flampe was, but Goss's ears had automatically filtered out all human language.

His nostrils twitched wildly, and his pupils contracted to pinpoints.

That incredibly rich and outrageous sweet fragrance was like an invisible hand that grabbed his soul and dragged his body forward.

At this moment, on the high platform.

Charlotte Flampe, the incoming Minister of Honey, floated in mid-air, wearing her signature white balloon pants with large red polka dots, enjoying the cheers of the fans around her.

Beside her, the three-eyed Brin looked with some concern at the mountain of honey barrels and whispered a reminder:

"Flampe, are you sure it's okay to use all the stock as prizes? Mother's tea party is starting soon, and if we don't have enough honey, she might get angry..."

Franpe chewed her gum, a sweet smile almost dripping with honey on her face, but her eyes revealed a nonchalant arrogance.

While casually responding to Brin, she craned her neck to peer towards the entrance of the venue, her eyes filled with a mixture of anxiety and anticipation.

"Oh dear, Pudding, you're too honest. Of course, we need a grand spectacle! This stage was specially prepared to welcome Katakuri!"

She lowered her head, looking at her long, slender fingers, and murmured to herself in a tone that only she could hear, a tone of matter-of-fact acceptance:

"Besides, that record was achieved by me secretly cheating... cough, by relying on my own strength to create an absolute barrier."

Franpe blew a pink bubble, a cunning and sinister glint in her eyes:

"What's wrong with using a little bit of underhanded means if it's all for the sake of becoming Katakuri's 'most perfect little sister'? That's also a cute thing to do."

She looked back at the entrance, stomped her foot in dissatisfaction, and her body, suspended in mid-air, swayed twice in anger.

"Why isn't my brother here yet... I've already written the script: No one can break my record, I'm definitely going to be the champion again this year."

Franpe held her cheeks in her hands, lost in self-absorbed fantasies, her cheeks flushed.

"When my brother arrives, it will be just in time for my title defense. I want him to personally present me with the trophy, so that I can stand under the spotlight, arm in arm with Katakuri, and receive everyone's cheers..."

"I want everyone to know that I, Charlotte Flampe, am the undisputed Queen of All Nations—the Queen of Sisters!"

"That's Lady Flampe! Ahhh! She looked at me!"

"Absolutely perfect! That elegant figure is simply beyond the reach of ordinary people!"

Below the platform, the once spacious square was now completely packed with people.

Countless pirates, residents, and even fans from other islands were waving small flags with Flampe's image on them and screaming wildly.

The air was filled not only with the sweet smell of honey, but also with an overwhelming sense of worship and fanaticism.