One Piece: Honey Badger Speedruns the World

Just as the "mukbang" in the square was in full swing, an impressive procession appeared at the end of the avenue leading to the square.

Leading the group was a tall, thin man dressed like a giant, finely bound book—Charlotte Montor, the user of the "Book-Book Fruit" ability.

He held a scroll of parchment with gold trim in his hands, a "Letter of Appointment as Minister of Honey" signed by his mother, and nervously glanced at his pocket watch as he walked.

"It's too late! According to the procedure, the oath-taking ceremony should be happening now! What's wrong with that girl Franpe? We didn't even hear a cannon salute!"

Following behind him were two tall, terrifying "monsters".

On the left is a stunningly long-legged beauty from the Tribe, Charlotte Smoothie, one of the Sweet Commanders.

She looked languid, holding a glass of "juice" that looked like it had just been squeezed from some unlucky guy, and sipped it casually.

"What's the rush, Montord. It's just a formality anyway. That narcissist Franpe is probably busy taking pictures."

She glanced around and casually asked, "Speaking of which, where's Cracker? Isn't he around nearby right now?"

"Hmph, how could that guy who's afraid of pain possibly come?"

The man on the right was the one who spoke. He was burly and carried a huge katana. His face was gloomy, as if someone owed him hundreds of millions of Berries.

Charlotte Snag, one of the four Sweet Commanders.

Snag snorted coldly, his tone full of disdain: "Creek never shows his face in public unless he has to fight."

"That's true."

Smoothie shrugged: "Anyway, as long as Katakuri is here, it's fine."

As they spoke, the three of them had already turned the corner, and the central square of Seven Honey Town suddenly appeared before them.

However, the sight before them made all three of them stop in their tracks.

There were no flowers, no applause, and no adorable little sister in a gorgeous dress waiting to be crowned.

There is only one honey mountain that is disappearing at a rapid pace.

And a black and white figure lying in a pile of buckets, frantically devouring the buckets and honey.

Meanwhile, their usually vain younger sister, Franpe, was huddled in a corner, covering her mouth, her face looking as if she had just swallowed a fly.

"What the hell is that thing?!"

Montor's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and he almost dropped the letter of appointment in his hand: "Where's the celebration? Where's the ceremony? Who's that bastard eating honey?!"

"Is someone causing trouble?"

Snag's eyes narrowed, and his already gloomy face instantly turned murderous.

He was looking for an outlet for his pent-up anger when he saw someone daring to act recklessly on the territory of the Kingdom of Ten Thousand, so he immediately drew the greatsword behind him:

"That ignorant little bug... how dare it ruin Mother's celebration!"

"Ugh, it's so dirty."

Smoothie frowned, put down her juice glass, and although her tone was languid, her right hand had already gripped the hilt of her sword behind her back: "Squeeze him dry and throw him out, don't let him get in the way."

The killing intent unleashed by the two top combatants simultaneously swept across the entire plaza in an instant.

However, just as they were about to make their move...

"Stop, Smoothie."

Katakuri remained seated in his chair, not even turning his head, but his deep voice clearly reached everyone's ears.

Smoothie stopped just as she drew her sword halfway out.

She glanced at Katakuri, somewhat puzzled, but out of absolute obedience to her strongest brother, she obediently sheathed the sword and shrugged.

"Since that's what you've said, brother."

But Snag wasn't so easy to talk to.

He was too eager to make a name for himself, too eager to prove that he was more qualified than others to return to that position.

"Katakuri-nii! What are you doing? That guy is eating Mom's cake ingredients!"

Snag didn't stop at all. Instead, he stomped his foot and charged towards Goss like a heavy tank, his blade wreathed in Armament Haki.

"I can take care of this trash with one slash!!"

Katakuri frowned slightly. The rule he had just established, "let people finish eating," could not be broken casually, but he was also unwilling to fight his beloved younger brother.

"Stop him."

Katakuri's gaze swept over Bege, who was standing aside watching the show, and he coldly gave the order: "Bege."

A drop of cold sweat slid down Becky's temple, dripped onto the stone slab, and shattered.

Normally, Becky would have laughed out loud upon hearing this order, and might even have lit the most expensive cigar to celebrate.

After all, he and Snag were already bitter enemies. Being ordered to beat up this brute who only knew how to use brute force and had just lost his generalship was the dream come true for him.

but now……

Becky's face looked worse than if she had swallowed a dead fly.

Inside the "Fortified City" in the main hall.

The fur trader named Baal was sitting on a pile of gunpowder barrels, holding in his hand that strange shell with a red nose painted on it—the specially made Bucky shell.

Although Becky had never seen such a bomb before, as a seasoned Mafia godfather, he had a beast-like instinct for danger.

He could clearly sense that the destructive power compressed within that red sphere was far more than just ordinary gunpowder.

If that thing explodes...

Becky's stomach clenched.

If attacked from the outside, his proud "castle defense" combined with Armament Haki makes him confident that he can withstand most bombardments.

But now, the bomb is inside him! Between his unprotected, soft internal organs!

If it explodes inside the stomach, not even God could save you, let alone Armament Haki!

However, stopping a monster of Snag's caliber would inevitably be accompanied by a violent impact and shock.

What if that idiot with the bomb slips his hand... or the bomb is jolted...?

"Beckie?"

Katakuri's voice rang out again, this time with a chilling undertone. His dark red eyes narrowed slightly, as if he had already seen through Bege's hesitation.

Damn it! There's no way out!

"……knew!"

Becky gritted her teeth, a ruthless glint in her eyes.

He had no choice but to take a gamble, hoping that the Mink Tribe wouldn't want to die with him!

boom--!

Just as Snag's imposing greatsword was about to cleave Goss in two...

Becky gritted her teeth and rushed out.

His legs instantly transformed into tank tracks for the castle, and his hands became massive steel gates, slamming into Snag.

"Castle/Tank Fortress!!"

when--!!!

Sparks flew everywhere. The immense impact made Becky feel like her internal organs were shifting.

But he dared not retreat, or even breathe heavily, for fear that the bomb inside his body would explode due to the turbulence.

"Get out of my way! You outsider!"

Snag glared at Becky blocking his way, his anger flaring as he tightened his grip: "You think you're worthy to stop me?!"

Becky held on tightly to the heavy blade, sweat pouring down her face, but a狰狞 smile that looked more like a grimace was forced onto her face:

"Hey... Lord Snag, don't get so angry..."