One Piece: Honey Badger Speedruns the World

She didn't glare or get angry. Instead, she pinched the hem of her clothes with two fingers, leaned back slightly, as if afraid of getting contaminated by Goss's bacteria, and said lightly with a nonchalant look, as if she were looking at a dead rat on the roadside:

"Well, there's nothing I can do about it. It's dirty, but to make you happy, I'll reluctantly let you touch that bucket."

She even thoughtfully gestured for them to proceed, but her crescent-shaped eyes revealed utter indifference and disregard.

"Hurry up, don't let everyone's enthusiasm be dampened."

Franpe still wore that impeccable sweet smile, and even winked at Goss gently, as if encouraging a brave challenger.

But in her heart, she had already rolled her eyes countless times, and malicious thoughts were bubbling out like bubbles:

Hurry up... It's so dirty, I feel like I'm going to go blind if I look at it any longer.

Looking at this shabby fellow, he's probably some country bumpkin starving ghost trying to sneak a taste of royal honey, right? Does he really think this place is a charity relief station?

She chewed her gum casually, her eyes sweeping contemptuously over Goss's somewhat rough hands.

You want to break the record? Dream on. That bucket lid was specially reinforced for the competition; just prying it open would take a savage like you ages.

Moreover, it's extra-rich rock honey, fifty times sweeter than regular honey; one bite and your throat will feel sticky and cloying.

When you feel like throwing up after a couple of bites, I'll have a legitimate reason to have the guards throw you out like trash...

On the stage.

Goss didn't hear what the woman was buzzing about at all.

All he saw was the enormous wooden barrel in front of him, and smelled the sweet aroma that made his soul tremble.

"Finally... this bucket is mine, right?"

Goss took a deep breath.

Franpe continued her nagging from the side: "I'm warning you, if you accidentally spill it..."

Click!

A sickeningly loud cracking sound of bones dislocating rang out abruptly.

Goss didn't even look at the bucket lid. He suddenly tilted his head back, his jawbone dislocating as if it had split open.

Immediately afterwards, the mouth that had looked normal began to expand wildly under the pull of the muscles.

His mouth was split all the way to his ears, and even extended backward, until his entire face seemed to consist of nothing but a gaping, abyss-like maw.

In that instant, he no longer looked like a Mink, but a giant sea serpent devouring its prey.

A row of gleaming white fangs loomed deep within his throat, like a gate to hell.

Goss picked up the huge oak barrel, which weighed dozens of kilograms, with one hand as easily as picking up a peanut in its shell.

call--

With a flick of his wrist, the huge wooden barrel traced an arc in the air.

The lid was not opened, and the food was not tasted.

The reinforced, heavy oak barrel, filled with extra-rich rock honey, fell precisely into that terrifyingly wide-open mouth, which was stretched to 180 degrees, right before everyone's eyes.

Gudong!

A huge bulge appeared on Goss's neck, then slid down in an instant.

Snap! Crack! Crack!

Immediately afterwards, a dull thud, like a hydraulic press crushing rock, came from his stomach. It was the sound of hard oak planks and iron hoops being forcibly squeezed and crushed inside his stomach.

The entire process was smooth and seamless.

Less than a second.

belch--

Goss closed his dislocated jaw, twisted his neck, and let out a burp that smelled of sawdust.

At this moment, the table was completely empty.

The entire process took less than a second.

belch--

Goss let out a loud burp and spat out a small piece of unchewed metal.

"..."

Katakuri's hand, which had just picked up the teacup, froze in mid-air.

This time, Flampe, suspended in mid-air, showed neither anger nor scream.

She instinctively drifted back a distance, covering her mouth tightly with both hands. Her once delicate and lovely face was now deathly pale, and her pupils were filled with undisguised physical nausea and terror.

What is that...?

Just a moment ago, that gaping maw, ripped open to the ears and defying normal biological structure, and that black abyss that seemed capable of devouring everything…

It's so ugly! It's a nightmare!

Franpe felt a strong wave of nausea.

In her narrow worldview, this way of eating was simply the most disgusting display of a lower form of life.

She turned her head in a panic to look at Katakuri below the stage, as if she desperately needed to wash her eyes.

My brother is still the best...

Look at my brother, sitting so quietly, even his breathing exudes a noble and aloof air. That is a perfect being, that is a work of art!

Turning her head to look at Goss on the stage, who was still smacking his lips and had a face full of sawdust, Franpe's disgust was now at its peak, as if he were the most disgusting chewing gum stuck to the sole of her shoe.

Goss raised his head blankly and looked at Flampe:

"Hey, is this the only bucket?"

"..."

"Who, who can tell me what happened?"

The host looked shakily at the timer, which showed a number that was suffocatingly low.

00:00:89.

"The championship... has changed hands..."

The host, his voice trembling as if someone were choking him, announced: "The new Honey Eating Champion is... a contestant from the Fur Tribe!!!"

"What?!?!"

Franpe's lovely face instantly cracked open, her eyes practically bulging out of their sockets.

"Oh?"

Katakuri put down his teacup.

"Now that we have the results, let's present the awards."

He stood up, without saying a word, walked straight to the stage, took the gold trophy from the still-dazed Franpe and handed it to Goss.

"You are the champion."

Katakuri succinctly stated, then placed a hand on Goss's shoulder and looked at the photographer: "Take a picture."

Click!

A photograph worthy of being recorded in the annals of history was born: the ruthless Katakuri.

Goss has a "not full" expression on his face.

And in the background, there is Franpe, whose features are distorted and whose worldview seems to have collapsed.

"Alright, mission accomplished."

Katakuri released his grip, preparing to leave.

"No!! That doesn't count!!"

Franpe finally snapped out of her daze and let out a sharp, explosive sound.

She floated in mid-air, trembling with anger, her face, which had been carefully made up for the photo, now contorted into a grimace.

Looking at that beast holding her trophy, with a dazed expression, she felt an urge to pounce on him and bite him to death.

My perfect record... my awards ceremony... all ruined by this filthy thing!

However, when her gaze swept over the thousands of barrels of honey stored up like a mountain, her emotions, which were about to spiral out of control, were suddenly put on pause.

and many more……

Franpe's eyes darted around, and a cold, cunning glint suddenly appeared in her eyes, which had been full of resentment.

As long as I use that "rule"... I can kill him legitimately!

She straightened her skirt, floated up to Goss, and her attitude completely changed.

"Now that you've won, you should properly 'receive your prize,' Mr. Champion."

She whirled around, dramatically spreading her arms as if displaying an unparalleled gift, pointing to the thousands of barrels of honey piled up behind her:

"Look! This golden mountain of treasure... is all yours now!"

At this point, Franpe changed the subject, putting a finger to her lips and making a "shh" sound, her voice sweet yet chilling:

"However... as you know, this is the Kingdom of Ten Thousand, and we have an ironclad rule that absolutely cannot be violated."

She paused deliberately, a cruel mockery in her eyes, and said, word by word:

"Absolutely no food waste allowed."