One Piece: Honey Badger Speedruns the World

Franpe's shrill voice echoed through the hall.

Katakuri silently turned his face away, unable to bear looking at him.

Perospero looked at his sister as if she were an idiot.

The old woman sat on the throne, not angry at all, but rather as if she had watched a poorly made farce.

She pointed to Goss, who was standing in the center of the hall with a cold expression, and said to Flampe in a casual tone:

"Oh, Franpe, my lovely daughter, you're too late."

"The Honey Minister... is already Goss's."

Click.

Franpe froze in mid-air.

The smile on her face gradually cracked, like a shattered mirror.

"Wh...what?"

She mechanically turned her head, staring intently at Goss, her eyes filled with disbelief:

"Why should he?! He's an outsider!"

Facing Franpe's gaze, which was almost spitting fire.

Goss didn't even raise his head.

He simply bent down, stretched out one hand, and lifted Soton, who was still limp from the aftereffects of his domineering aura, off the ground.

"Are you alright?" Goss asked in a low, calm voice.

"N-nothing... Captain. My legs are just a little weak," Thornton replied sheepishly, wiping his nose.

"Let's go then."

Goss helped Thordon brush the dust off his clothes, then turned around and nodded slightly to the older woman:

"Now that the appointment has been made, I will take my men to the territory to prepare for welcoming Germa."

After saying that, he took Thornton and strode towards the gate.

"Wait a minute, Goss."

Just as Goss was about to step out the door, the old woman's deep voice suddenly rang out.

An invisible pressure instantly sealed off the door.

Goss stopped, not turning around, but simply turning his head slightly: "Is there anything else you need, Mother?"

The old woman sat on the throne, her red eyes fixed on Goss's back.

Although she admired Goss's strength, as one of the Four Emperors with an extremely strong desire for control, there was still a thorn in her side—the Soul-Soul Fruit was ineffective against him.

If the soul is out of control, then the cost of betrayal is very low.

We must put him in shackles in another way.

"Mama mama mama..."

The woman suddenly laughed, her gaze sweeping back and forth between the furious Franpe and the indifferent Goss, as if she had come up with a brilliant idea.

"Goss, since you stole Flampe's birthday present, you should make it up to her in some other way."

The middle-aged woman leaned forward and said in an unquestionable tone:

"Marry her."

"Once you marry Flampe, you two will manage Seven Honey Town together! That's the perfect partnership! Mmmmmm!"

"Why?!"

Franpe was stunned.

She, who had been crying and making a fuss, suddenly turned deathly pale.

She stared in horror at the burly figure with his back to her, as if she had seen some terrifying monster.

"No!! Mom!!"

Franpe screamed in protest, shaking her head frantically:

"I refuse to marry this barbarian!"

"I am the cutest little sister in Whole Cake Island, and my husband should be a perfect man like Katakuri, not a beast like this!!"

"Mama~ Mama mama... Don't be so willful, Franpei."

The old woman wasn't angry at her daughter's resistance. Instead, she looked at her like an ignorant child, leaning her huge body forward slightly, her sugar-coated face almost touching Franpe's face.

"You can't judge a man by his looks, my dear daughter."

The middle-aged woman pointed her thick finger at Goss, who stood there motionless:

"Look at this brat's audacity!"

"A man who can stand and speak under my oppressive presence is a rare breed on this vast ocean. This means he possesses the qualities to become a king."

The older woman squinted her eyes and patiently persuaded her:

"Although he looks like a newbie now, with a little polishing, he might grow into a monster like Katakuri in the future."

"Think about it, if you marry him and have him firmly in your grasp, once he becomes famous, all the territory he conquers and the treasures he seizes will be yours, won't they?"

"This is a sure-fire way to make money! Mmmmmm!"

The old woman's words startled Franpe.

She stopped screaming and stole a glance at Goss through her tear-filled eyes.

Although this guy really has no taste... Mom says he has the qualities of a king?

If I could really tame him like a dog and make him a loyal dog who only obeys my orders...wouldn't I have more face?

Moreover, this way, Six Honey Island will still belong to them.

Franpe wavered.

She wiped away her tears, resuming her haughty and arrogant posture, hands on her hips, looking at Goss with a condescending gaze, and reluctantly said:

"Since Mom has said that..."

"Then I'll reluctantly give you a chance! As long as you kneel down and swear to be loyal to me forever, and shine my shoes every day, I might consider making you my fiancé..."

She stood with her hands on her hips, floating in mid-air, looking down at Goss with her nostrils, waiting for the newcomer to kneel down and be moved to tears of gratitude.

"How is it, Goss?"

The older woman squinted and urged.

"This is my most beloved 33rd daughter, and also the most adorable child recognized by all nations."

All eyes were on Goss.

however.

Goss stood there, took one hand out of his pocket, and in front of everyone, stuck it into his nostril and picked at it.

He flicked the foreign object off his fingers, his badger eyes sweeping over Franpee without a trace of emotion, then frowned as if he had seen something dirty, and blurted out:

"don't want."

"She's too ugly."

The air froze instantly.

The candy cane in Perospero's hand was crushed with a "crack".

"Ugly...ugly?!"

Franpe's smile froze, and she looked as if she had been struck by lightning.

She's the president of Katakuri's fan club! The cutest little sister in Whole Cake Island! How could she be called ugly?!

Goss completely ignored the reactions of those around him. Pointing at Franpe's balloon-like skirt and the way she seemed to float in the air, he continued to deliver the final blow with a look of disgust:

"Look at her, she's like an overinflated balloon, all round and chubby, it's an eyesore."

"And her mouth is also strange, it's crooked like a butt."

Goss directly attacked Flampe's most prized asset: her appearance.

"Most importantly, she smelled terrible."

"That's the smell of a rotten heart. Like rotten honey, it stinks."

"Ah...ah..."

Franpe floated in mid-air, trembling all over.

Her face turned a deep purplish-red, and tears welled up in her eyes.

No one has ever...no one has ever dared to be so blunt as to say she's ugly! That she looks like an ass! That she stinks!!

This utterly merciless, childlike humiliation shattered all her self-esteem in an instant.

"Waaaaaaahh ...

Franpe finally broke down, opening her mouth wide and letting out a heart-wrenching wail:

"Mom!! Kill him!! I'm going to kill him!!"

"He said I'm ugly!! He said I look like a butt!! Waaaaaah!!"

however.

"Mama~ Mama Mama!!"

The woman wasn't angry at all; instead, she burst into laughter, clutching her stomach until tears streamed down her face.

"If you don't like it, then forget it. You can't force a relationship."

The older woman ignored Franpe's cries and made her final judgment:

"However, since Flampe is so eager to go to Seven Honey Town, which is her original fiefdom, and neither of you is willing to submit to the other..."

The middle-aged woman revealed a wicked smile:

"Then let her go with you!"

"Goss is the Minister of Honey."

"Flampe, you will serve as his advisor, accompanying Goss to his new post! Assist him in governing the territory and, incidentally, welcome Germa!"

"Perfect! Since he looks down on you, go and prove to him whether you have the ability to take back what's rightfully yours! Mmmmmm!"

"Assistant...assistant officer?!"

Franpe was stunned.

That was the subordinate's idea!

To make someone like me, who originally wanted to be a minister and a queen, become a subordinate of this barbarian who humiliated me? To take orders from him?

"I won't go! That would be humiliating!!"

Franpe shook her head frantically, turning her once-delicate hair into a messy bird's nest.

She is Charlotte Flampe!

She is the universally acknowledged Queen of Cuteness in the world, Katakuri's most beloved younger sister, and the highly anticipated 33rd girl!

She was born to sit on cushions covered with flowers and desserts, receiving praise and adulation from countless people.

Just half an hour ago, she was the soon-to-be-appointed, high-ranking Minister of Honey.

Seven Honeytown was supposed to be a 15th birthday gift from her mother, and every drop of honey and every Homie there should have groveled at her feet.

But now?

Everything has changed.

The throne that originally belonged to her was stolen by this savage honey badger.

Even worse, not only did she fail to reclaim what was rightfully hers, but she also fell from queen to maid!

Should we make him our boss?

Does this mean that she will have to bow and scrape before this man who once humiliated her for being ugly and disgusted by her smell? Will she have to obey his orders? Will she even have to act according to his whims?

This immense sense of loss is more painful than killing her!

"Mom! Please! Find someone else!"

Franpe cried so hard her makeup was ruined, and two lines of black tears streamed down her cheeks, making her look both comical and pathetic.

"I don't want to be his subordinate! I'm a member of the prestigious Charlotte family! How can I be a subordinate to an outsider..."

"Shut up."

The woman's smile vanished, and a chilling aura, capable of freezing one's soul, emanated from her enormous eyes.

"Are you trying to disobey my orders, Flampe?"

boom!

Franpe's crying stopped abruptly.

She felt as if there was a wad of cotton stuck in her throat, and she couldn't utter a single word.

Fear instantly overwhelmed the humiliation, and she could only float trembling in the air, not daring to utter another word.

Just then.

Goss, who had been observing coldly from the sidelines, finally spoke up.

He put his hands in his pockets and looked Franpe up and down, her face now streaked with tears.

That look in his eyes was like someone picking out a barely edible vegetable from the leftover rotten leaves at the market.

"Although he's a bit ugly and his personality is absolutely awful..."

Goss clicked his tongue, his tone filled with reluctant criticism:

"But if you're just a subordinate who runs errands, then you'd barely pass."

He turned around and nodded slightly to the older woman, as if accepting this burden was already a great favor.

"Since Mom insists, then I'll accept this piece of junk."

Waste... junk?!

Franpe was so angry that her vision went black and she almost fell from mid-air.

He actually called me a piece of trash?! And said I barely passed?!

"Mondor! What are you standing there for?"

Seeing Goss nod, the old lady shouted with satisfaction, making the hall buzz.

Mont-d'Or, who had been feigning death in the corner, fearing being caught in the crossfire, suddenly shuddered and quickly manipulated a huge law book to float over, wiping away cold sweat as he replied:

"Yes, Mom! It'll be ready soon!"

The quill flew wildly across the parchment, making a rustling sound.

In the blink of an eye, a brand-new appointment letter, still smelling of ink, was completed—an official transfer order regarding the affiliation of Seven Honey Town to Goss and the demotion of Franpe to assistant officer.

"Give it to me."

The older woman stretched out her thick fingers and pressed them heavily on the document.

Immediately afterwards, she took out a golden badge that emitted a strange fluctuation from a hidden compartment in the armrest of the throne.

The badge was hexagonal, with Homies' eerie smiling face engraved on it.

The woman gently blew on the badge.

"MAMAMAMA..."

Accompanied by eerie whispers, a wisp of white soul matter floated out of the old woman's mouth and instantly entered the badge.

Om-!

The badge trembled violently, and the smiling face on its surface seemed to come alive, radiating a terrifying pressure befitting a Yonko (Emperor of the Sea).

"Next, Goss."

The woman casually tossed the badge away, and it flew towards Goss as a streak of light.

"This is the minister's token, imbued with the mark of my soul. To see this badge is to see me in person."

The older woman glanced meaningfully at the defiant Franpe and her children around her:

"With this, even the most arrogant people will recognize your worth upon seeing it. And in the vast ocean of all nations, no one will dare question your authority."

Goss raised his hand and caught it steadily.

The badge felt warm to the touch, as if I were holding a beating heart.

He casually pinned it to his chest, and the aura of a Yonko immediately caused the surrounding Homies to kneel down in unison.

At this moment, the dust has settled.

With the documents and tokens in hand, Franpe's last hope of turning the tables was utterly extinguished.

"Goss, take your new subordinates to their posts. Don't keep me from having my snack."

The woman waved her hand, clearly having lost patience with the farce.

Goss stood still and quickly analyzed the pros and cons.

Bringing along a burden? And a princess who hates him to the core?

This old woman clearly wants to plant a spy next to her and watch us fight amongst ourselves.

but……

Goss glanced at Franpe, who looked utterly devastated and whose eyes were filled with resentment, and a barely perceptible smile played at the corners of his lips.

An idiot controlled by emotions is perfect as bait.

"Understood."

Goss straightened his collar and said calmly to the older woman:

"As long as she's obedient, I have no problem with it."

After saying that, he didn't even glance at Franpe, and turned to walk towards the door.

He simply uttered a cold, impersonal command:

"Alright, stop making a fool of yourself."

"Keep up, officer."

Franpe bit her lip so hard that blood seeped out.

As she watched Goss's arrogant retreating figure, a burning rage of humiliation ignited within her.