One Piece: Honey Badger Speedruns the World

"In that case, let's try a different approach."

The old woman leaned back onto the enormous throne, and with her movement, the suffocating aura of Conqueror's Haki surrounding her receded like a tide.

"Mama~ Mama Mama!!"

She looked at Goss, the murderous intent in her eyes completely transformed into a sense of recognition and appreciation for one of her own kind:

"To possess the potential for Conqueror's Haki and to achieve this level on a spiritual level... it's really unfair to treat you as an ordinary newcomer."

"Good! Very good!"

The middle-aged woman slammed her hands on the armrests, making the hall vibrate.

"You are qualified to join World Nations!"

Goss breathed a slight sigh of relief, his tense muscles gradually relaxing, but his face remained expressionless.

—I won the bet.

In front of the Four Emperors, demonstrating value is far more effective than begging for mercy. Now, he has obtained that ticket.

"but……"

The woman abruptly changed the subject, her massive body leaning slightly forward, her shrewd eyes fixed intently on Goss:

"Now that you've joined the Kingdom of All Nations, you need to share my burdens and show your sincerity. The Kingdom of All Nations doesn't support idlers."

The older woman pointed a finger at the surging sea outside the window:

"The North Sea's war expert 'Germa 66' will be arriving in Tales of the Universe soon."

"That was my most important guest, the key to making our nation stronger in the future."

The older woman's voice carried an unquestionable command:

"Goss! The task of receiving Germa at the edge of the sea is entrusted to you!"

"This represents the face of the entire nation, don't mess it up!"

Welcome Germa?

Goss narrowed his eyes. Knowing the plot well, he naturally knew what Germa's group was like—arrogant, believing in bloodlines, and looking down on pirates.

This was clearly a hot potato, and also a warning shot from the older woman.

But he did not refuse.

Perfect timing, I'd also like to see that so-called technology-driven military unit for myself.

Goss quickly searched his memory for information about "Germany 66".

To ordinary people, it was just the prototype of the villain in the serialized comic "Sea Warrior Sora," a ghost army roaming the North Sea.

But from Goss's God-like perspective, the man named Vinsmoke Judge holds a legacy powerful enough to change the world order.

"Bloodline factor".

That's a forbidden technology that Vegapunk once helped develop.

"The clone army solves the manpower problem, and the combat suits solve the individual combat capability problem."

Thinking of this, Goss's mind conjured up images of Germa's iconic stealth black and winch green technological combat suits.

If we could acquire the technology for combat suits made of shape-memory metal...

Or perhaps it's the technology of the clone army; whichever it is, it can lay a solid foundation for one's future domination of the new world.

A slight smile curved the corners of Goss's lips.

Moreover, Germa 66 is currently in a period of anxiety, eager to regain its dominance in the North Sea.

That old bastard Judge even went so far as to send his abandoned son Sanji back in order to arrange a marriage.

Anxiety means there are weaknesses.

Where there are flaws, there is room for transactions.

Goss tapped his thigh lightly with his fingers, which were tucked into his pocket.

On the surface, this mission was about receiving guests, but in reality... it was an excellent opportunity to get in touch with core technologies.

"Can."

Goss responded briefly.

"Mom! Please wait a minute!"

Just then, a shrill and anxious voice broke the atmosphere that had just eased.

The eldest son, Perospero, who had been observing from behind a pillar, finally couldn't resist jumping out.

He waved his cane, his thin face filled with disapproval:

"Lick... Absolutely not! Those Germa people are extremely vain warmongers who are obsessed with pomp and blood! That old bastard Judge is incredibly arrogant!"

Perospero pointed to Goss's tattered clothes, worn from the battle, and the crocodile next to him, its eyes still rolling back:

"Let this ill-mannered, fighting-minded newcomer handle the reception? What if he angers Judge? It could jeopardize the marriage arrangements!"

"Furthermore, according to the rules of the World of Glory, a foreign guest of this caliber should at least be accompanied by a minister-level official! He's just a newly joined pirate..."

Perospero hadn't finished speaking.

"Then appoint him as a minister!!!"

The middle-aged woman shouted impatiently, the terrifying sound silencing Perospero for the rest of his sentence.

She turned her head, her eyes burning with anger as she scanned the surrounding Homies:

"Hey! In this day and age, where in the world is there a shortage of ministers?!"

The Homies trembled with fear when the older woman's gaze swept over them.

Just then, the bicorn hat on the old woman's head—Napoleon—suddenly opened its eyes and respectfully reminded her:

"Mother, only the position of minister in Seven Honey Town is still vacant. Mondor went to appoint someone this morning, but hasn't reported back yet, so theoretically the position is still vacant."

"Seven Honey Town?"

The middle-aged woman waved her hand dismissively, making the decision as if the division of territories was merely a game:

"From this day forward, Goss is the 'Honey Minister' of the Kingdom of Ten Thousand! Six Honey Islands and Seven Honey Towns are granted as his territory!"

"With this identity, you're qualified to greet Germa, aren't you, Perospero!"

"This..." Perospero opened his mouth wide, his tongue sticking out halfway.

She joined less than half a day ago and was immediately appointed as a minister? You know, ministers in the Kingdom of Ten Thousand have always been the daughters of the old lady? They've never let outsiders hold that position.

This is an unprecedented and exceptional promotion in the history of the world!

"Yes... Mother is wise."

Perospero could only grit his teeth and agree, glaring fiercely at Goss, but dared not say anything more.

Goss stood still, his mind racing.

Minister of Honey.

With territory, resources, and that special honey-producing region, it can serve as a perfect energy replenishment station.

More importantly, having this official status will make things much easier in this vast international sea area.

In that very instant when the dust settled.

"Mommy!!! I'm here!!!"

The doors of the cake castle were pushed open once again.

Charlotte Flampe, the most beloved younger sister in the Kingdom of Treasures, recklessly dragged Montor, who looked utterly dejected and was still terrified of the blown-up documents, into the room.

She had no idea of ​​the atmosphere at the scene, nor did she know what kind of breathtaking and domineering clash had just taken place.

With a beaming smile, she floated up to the older woman like a little girl and called out in a coquettish voice:

"Mom! It's all my brother Montor's fault! He destroyed my appointment letter as Minister of Honey!"

Before the older woman could speak, Franpey waved her arms excitedly and shouted confidently:

"Please send me a replacement copy quickly, Mom!"

"After all, my name was on that bombed document!!"

Franpe pointed to her nose, her face filled with pride and self-righteousness:

"That's the birthday present Mom promised me!"

Then, she saw Goss standing to the side, and her previously cute face instantly turned ferocious. She pointed at Goss and let out a piercing scream:

"It's him!!! Mom!!"

Franpe lunged at the old woman, pointing at Goss, her voice filled with terror:

"It was all the work of this savage minotaur!!"

"He blew up my precious appointment document! And he ate all my honey reserves like a starving ghost!!"

Franpe was trembling with rage, her eyes filled with a look that seemed to want to devour Goss alive.

She blamed everything on Goss, but made no mention of her own use of the reserve honey as a prize for the competition.

"Because of him, I lost my afternoon tea! I lost my paperwork! He's just a destructive pest!"

She looked up, blinked her big eyes, and gave the older woman a coquettish smile:

"Mom! Please let me deal with this sinner!"

"I'm going to take him back to my room and slowly prick him with my paralyzing needles! I'll render him immobile and then watch me turn that crocodile into a handbag!!"

"I want to make him kneel on the ground and beg for mercy, to make him regret ever being born!"

Let him know how terrible it will be if he angers me!! Hehehehe!

Franpe even started to beautifully imagine that scene:

The arrogant honey badger lay on the ground like a dog, its body covered in needles, crying and begging, "Queen Flampe, spare my life!"... Ah, the scene was simply too beautiful!