One Piece: Honey Badger Speedruns the World

For the top teams in the new world, 3 million might not be considered top-tier.

But for a newcomer who has just set sail and has no foundation, this number represents an extremely dangerous "destructive force" and "potential".

He then opened the letter.

The handwriting was chaotic; it was the strokes of a mother in a state of extreme excitement.

……

The sea breeze blows.

The newspapers rustled loudly.

Katakuri remained silent for a long time.

then.

Clang.

He casually shoved the trident "Earth Dragon," which struck fear into the hearts of countless pirates, back behind his back.

That murderous aura, which had almost solidified into a tangible form, vanished without a trace in an instant, like the receding tide.

"Pokémon".

Katakuri's voice broke the silence. He glanced sideways, his peripheral vision locking onto the lion-mink still lying on the ground:

"You already knew about their value, didn't you?

"Eh?"

Pokhomus froze, cold sweat instantly soaking through his pink suit.

He thought Katakuri was asking him about helping him escape, and he stammered in fear:

"Um... Lord Katakuri... I... I just..."

"Are you trying to bypass us and present this 'gift' to Mom all by yourself, thus claiming all the credit?"

Katakuri stared directly at Pekoms, his tone calm and unfathomable:

"As a combatant, your sense of smell is more acute than I imagined."

"ha?"

Pokhomus was completely dumbfounded.

Taking all the credit? What credit? I helped them escape! Oh dear!

Snapped.

Katakuri casually tossed a roll of newspaper and a letter with a red wax seal onto Pekoms' face.

See for yourself.

Pokhomus frantically grabbed the newspaper.

When he saw the number "3 million" and his mother's instruction to "bring him back as family," his beady eyes almost popped out from behind his sunglasses.

Three...three hundred million?!

I only have 330 million Berries.

Pokoms' brain was working at lightning speed.

The current situation is this: if we admit to fleeing, we're traitors, facing certain death; if we go along with Katakuri's words... we're seen as having a discerning eye, at most considered greedy for credit.

"Cough...cough cough!"

Pekoms sprang to his feet, dusted himself off, and his expression instantly shifted from fear to smugness:

"Of course! Gaaah!"

He pushed up his shattered sunglasses and forced himself to straighten his chest:

"I brought them here specifically to see my mother! I didn't expect you to find out anyway. As expected of Lord Katakuri!"

"snort!"

Katakuri's gaze fell on Goss again, and he began to make plans in his mind.

The last newcomer to World of Warcraft was Capone Bege, who also came for 3 million Berries.

But that guy... although he's quite responsible at work, he's always acting mysteriously.

Moreover, he came all the way up the Grand Line step by step, and only reached 3 million Berries when he arrived at Whole Cake Island.

And the newcomer with the initial prize of 3 million... Perospero and a few other guys will definitely be keeping an eye on him.

If we let them get involved, things will become very complicated, and there will inevitably be infighting. We must get Goss to his mother before anyone else can react.

With that thought in mind, Katakuri no longer hesitated and waved to Goss:

"Let's go, don't keep Mom waiting."

"I'm not leaving."

Goss plopped down on the ground, crossed his arms, and turned his head to the side.

"I'm waiting for Mia and Carrot. I won't go anywhere until I see them."

"They're already on their way."

Katakuri frowned, and patiently explained:

"And do you think you have a choice?"

Goss sat cross-legged on the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and stared intently at Katakuri.

Katakuri stopped and turned to the side, his huge shadow completely enveloping Gos.

"I know I can't beat you, and I can't escape."

"Right now, I'm just an ant in front of you. If you want to take me to see that old woman, I can't resist."

"Then shut up and follow."

Katakuri turned to leave.

"But I refuse to accept this!"

Goss suddenly roared and stood up unsteadily, supporting himself on his knees.

"You have Observation Haki that allows you to foresee the future, and Armament Haki that's as hard as iron."

"Bullying a newbie who's only been at sea for a few months and doesn't even know what Haki is..."

The surrounding air suddenly became quiet.

Pekoms was so shocked his jaw dropped to the ground. This kid's absolutely insane! He actually dared to negotiate with Lord Katakuri?!

Katakuri turned around, his dark red eyes coldly fixed on Goss:

"Kid, there is no fairness in the world of pirates. Weakness is the original sin, and age is not an excuse for your failure."

"I know! A win is a win, and a loss is a loss!"

Goss grinned, revealing a mouthful of bloodied white teeth:

"But I've heard that Charlotte Katakuri is a real man, not the kind of softie who can only bully weaklings."

Goss saw that Katakuri hadn't made a move yet, and knew that the guy's warrior spirit had been touched.

To outsiders, he is the perfect "Katakuri brother," a monster who will stop at nothing for his family.

But beneath that scarf lies a soul yearning for passion and a fair fight.

What he wanted wasn't to win, nor was it some childish talk about fairness or unfairness; he wanted to plant a seed of "recognition" in Katakuri's heart.

On the surface, Big Mom is the absolute ruler of Whole Cake Island, but in reality, because Big Mom is often mentally unstable, most of the power and authority in Whole Cake Island rests with Katakuri, the strongest and most principled man.

Once he approves of me, my group's safety and status in the Kingdom will rise sharply.

Goss took a deep breath, assumed a perfectly standard fighting stance, and stared with fervor in his eyes:

"No need for Haki! Just use your fists! If you want me to join this pirate crew, at least let me see."

Without those things, how far am I from being the strongest man in this pirate crew?

"How about it? Dare to take this punch?"

The sea breeze howled.

Katakuri silently stared at the little brat in front of him, who was barely taller than his thigh.

That madness that emanated from his very bones reminded him of something from a long time ago.

"...a pointless provocation."

Katakuri said calmly.

But he turned around and faced Goss.

That terrifying, domineering aura actually receded like a tide in that instant.

He slowly raised his enormous right hand and clenched his fist.

There was no Armament Haki involved, no transformation into glutinous rice; it was purely physical strength.

"Just this once."

Katakuri's voice was still deep, but the chilling coldness had disappeared:

"Come on. Let me see how much weight your 'dissatisfaction' carries."