One Piece: Honey Badger Speedruns the World

"Now that this honey is yours, you must stay here, immediately, right now..."

Franpe's smile gradually cracked, becoming twisted and fanatical, her fingers digging desperately into Goss's chest:

"Let's eat this entire mountain!"

"No takeout! No leaving a single drop!"

She leaned closer to Goss's face, lowered her voice, and said in a tone only the two of them could hear:

"If you dare to leave even a breath... Mom will personally take action and drain your lifespan along with your soul!"

However, as Goss looked at the mountain of honey, the hunger in his eyes seemed to illuminate the entire square.

"There... there's such a good thing?!"

"Um...can I begin?"

Goss rubbed his black claws together, the drool dripping from his mouth soaking a large patch of the stone slab beneath his feet.

"Hmph, they're courting death."

Franpe crossed her arms and floated to the side, a cruel smile of anticipation on her face: "Go ahead. If you stop, or spit out a mouthful... you're dead."

Below the stage, Katakuri stood with his arms crossed, like a silent statue.

He did not stop Franpe's antics.

These thousands of barrels of premium honey were an important reserve for the Mother's Tea Party, and it was indeed unacceptable for the Honey Minister to have them taken away as prizes.

Katakuri narrowed his eyes slightly beneath the scarf, calmly calculating.

But we can't just stand by and watch Franpe act recklessly.

Although this furry fellow seems to have a big appetite, his stomach has a limited capacity.

If he consumes dozens, or at most a hundred, buckets of honey at once, he will reach his limit and be unable to continue.

Let's give him some other rewards later.

On the stage.

There was no elegant way of eating, nor any slow and careful chewing.

*Snap! Glug! Snap! Glug!*

A chilling sound began to explode in rapid succession.

To everyone's horror, Goss was like an excavator that had entered crushing mode.

He grabbed a bucket with his left hand and another with his right. His mouth was wide open like a snake's.

He swallowed the whole bucket, honey and all, in one gulp on the left. He chewed the whole bucket, lid and all, in one gulp on the right.

Bang! Bang! Bang! He even thought it was too slow to grab the buckets, so he plunged headfirst into the pile of buckets and shoveled his way through with his mouth wide open!

The once majestic honey pyramid is collapsing and disappearing at a terrifying speed that is visible to the naked eye.

One row of buckets is gone. Two rows of buckets are gone. One floor is gone.

Ten minutes have passed.

"..."

Franpe, who had been waiting to see Gos burst out of his stomach and beg for mercy, gradually froze with a smile, then turned to terror, and finally turned deathly pale.

"Feeding...that's...that's the five hundredth bucket, right?"

Someone asked, trembling.

"No...this is already the eight hundredth barrel..."

Goss's belly didn't even bulge! His body seemed to be connected to another dimension, and the super-high-calorie honey and hard wooden barrels that would have choked a giant to death were thrown into a bottomless pit without even an echo.

belch--

Goss lifted his head from the pile of barrels, his face covered in sawdust and honey, but his green eyes were even brighter than before: "These barrels actually get better the more you chew them! More!"

After saying that, he plunged in again, this time even faster!

offstage.

Katakuri's eyes, which remained calm even when facing the Four Emperors, slowly widened slightly at this moment.

His anticipated limit of endurance didn't materialize. Instead, he witnessed a scene that sent chills down his spine—

The mountain of honey that was originally prepared for the tea party and was enough to supply the entire world is now half gone.

And it continues to disappear at a rate of two barrels per second.

Not right.

That guy... shows no sign of stopping.

……

Meanwhile, in the shadow of a clock tower at the edge of the square.

A lion-mane dressed in a pink suit and wearing sunglasses was hiding behind a huge stone statue, cold sweat dripping down its mane.

"Hey, feed me... Are you kidding me, ugh!"

Pekoms took off his sunglasses, revealing eyes no bigger than mung beans, filled with terror. He gripped the base of the statue so tightly that his fingernails almost dug into the stone.

Originally, he had received a secret phone call from Pedro's elder brother and had come over specifically to "take care" of this fellow clansman who had just set sail.

Pedro's exact words were: "That kid's a honey badger, a bit...straightforward. When he gets to a place like World of Warcraft, keep an eye on him and make sure he doesn't cause any trouble."

"This is way beyond causing trouble, Brother Pedro!"

Looking at the black and white figure in the square chewing on a honey bucket like potato chips, Pokoms felt his heart was about to stop.

He had just arrived in Seven Honey Town when he witnessed this scene that terrified him:

That kid named Goss not only stole Flampe's championship, but now he's also being targeted by the most terrifying man in the entire Charlotte family—Katakuri!

"That's Lord Katakuri! And Capone Bege, who's in charge of security..."

Pokemus shrank back, trembling.

If it were an ordinary Homie soldier, or even some low-ranking officers, Pekoms, with his "Turtle-Turtle Fruit" ability and status as a combatant, might have been able to grit his teeth and rush down to rescue them.

But what about Katakuri?

"No, no, going down now would be suicide, ugh!"

Pokoms put his sunglasses back on, forced himself to calm down, and continued to observe the situation through the gaps in the statue.

"We can only wait and see how things develop for now..."

However, when his gaze fell on Goss again, Pokoms nearly dropped his chin to his feet.

Snap! Crack!

Goss grabbed two more buckets and threw them into his mouth like he was eating broad beans, even squinting his eyes because he was enjoying them so much.

"And... what is that guy's stomach made of?! Ugh!"

"That's an oak barrel! And it has iron hoops! How could he even digest all that stuff?!"

As he watched the Honey Mountain disappear at an alarming rate, Pokhomus's worries gradually turned into a deeper kind of fear.

He swallowed hard, staring at the dwindling inventory, his voice trembling:

"Wait... what if he really eats all of these..."

What to do with the honey from the tea party?

Just thinking about the devastating scene when the old lady had a food craving attack made Pokmuth feel cold sweat not only on his mane but also on the shell on his back.

"No... I can't think about it anymore, the more I think about it, the more desperate I feel, ugh!"

Pekoms shook his head violently, forcibly banishing the horrific image of Big Mom destroying Whole Cake Island from his mind.

He took off his sunglasses, wiped the cold sweat from his eyes with the back of his hand, and his expression gradually became serious.

Although he was terrified of Katakuri, the monster who could see the future, and although charging down was tantamount to suicide...

But in his mind, Pedro's serious yet trusting face reappeared.

"Pokmus, is that child also part of the 'dawn' we're waiting for? I don't know. But since he's one of our mink, and since he's set foot on this dangerous sea, we can't just watch him die in vain."

Please.

"Damn it...damn it!"

Pekoms slammed his fist on the statue's base, growling through gritted teeth:

"If I just slink away and watch him get beaten to death, I'll never be able to face Brother Pedro again, even if I go back to Zou!"

He put his sunglasses back on, concealing the fleeting determination in his eyes.

Although his body was still trembling slightly from the instinctive fear of facing a top expert, he no longer retreated. Instead, like a cheetah poised to pounce, he stared intently at the movements in the square, searching for even the slightest chance to break the deadlock.