One Piece: Honey Badger Speedruns the World

"A few hours..."

Goss's hand, which was buttoning his shirt, suddenly froze.

The elation that had just surged through him because of his newfound power was instantly extinguished as if doused with a bucket of cold water.

"Wait. You just said... how much time has passed?"

Goss suddenly turned his head, his eyes wide open, staring intently at Katakuri.

"Nearly six hours."

Katakuri glanced at his pocket watch and calmly stated the number: "For a beginner, this is incredibly fast. What, you think it's too slow?"

"Slow?! It's too fast! No, it's taking too long!!"

Goss's expression changed drastically. He slapped his forehead with a sharp "smack!" "Oh no! Everything's a mess!"

His original plan was to come in, negotiate a deal with Katakuri, have Katakuri give him some basic tips, and then quickly intercept Flampe.

In his perception, the grueling training session that had just taken place had lasted no more than half an hour.

Who would have thought that, amidst that intense mental strain and excruciating pain, his perception of time would become completely distorted!

Six hours!

That bastard Franpeine sailed the boat and got to Whole Cake Island in six hours!

If he were to meet the old lady first and confirm his guilt of "sleeping in and neglecting his duties," then it would be difficult to explain why I went later!

"Damn it! It's too late!"

Goss instantly switched from his expert mode back to his frantic corporate slave mode.

As Goss rushed out, he yelled down the hallway into the distance, "Breeze! Stop looking in the mirror! Come here!!"

"Send me to the ship in Flampe! Now! Immediately!!"

Katakuri looked at the anxious Goss and raised an eyebrow slightly, as if he had foreseen something.

He crossed his arms again, looked at the retreating figure, and said softly, "Don't die, my apprentice."

……

The world in the mirror is moving rapidly...

"Slow down! Slow down! The wind is wrinkling my new face!"

Brûlée was riding on a flying lens, screaming and desperately trying to protect her face.

Goss stood behind her, one hand gripping Brulee's shoulder, the other watching the scenery in the mirror rushing past, his heart filled with anxiety.

"Stop talking nonsense! Hurry up! If you don't make it, I'll give you back your scar!"

Goss threatened menacingly.

"Waaaaah... You devil! You're a devil!"

Although Brulee was cursing, she still obediently sped up.

Taking a break in his journey, Goss took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart.

At this moment, it is essential to maintain peak performance.

Although time was tight, we had a trump card.

Goss clenched his fist, a confident smile playing on his lips.

That Observation Haki with a perception range of three meters...

"call……"

Goss closed his eyes and began to mobilize the energy within his body, preparing to project his mental power outwards, just like before, to construct that invincible three-meter domain.

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

Goss suddenly opened his eyes.

air.

Empty.

He looked at his hands in disbelief, then at the air around him.

That mysterious tactile sensation that allowed me to perceive all fluctuations in airflow disappeared.

No matter how hard he tried to push his spiritual energy out of his body, no matter how hard he gritted his teeth and tried to recall that feeling, his body was like a rusty iron plate, unable to squeeze out even a trace of air.

"...Huh?" Goss was dumbfounded.

What happened?!

Everything was fine just now!

It's been able to maintain a stable state for several hours already!

Cold sweat beaded on his forehead.

He stubbornly tried again, even pinching his wound hard in an attempt to stimulate it with pain.

However, aside from wincing in pain, his Observation Haki never reappeared.

"No way..."

Goss's lips twitched as he watched the exit getting closer and closer, feeling like a million grass mud horses were galloping through his mind.

"Your trial card has expired?!"

"It's just ahead!"

Just then, Brûlée shouted excitedly, pointing to a mirror that shimmered with pink light: "That's the dressing mirror in Captain Flampe's cabin! We're going out!"

Goss glanced at the door, then at his unresponsive hands, and his expression turned even more grim than Brulee's had been.

It lacks the color of perception and observation.

Goss took a deep breath, rubbed his face, which was stiff from the scars, and a hint of desperado's ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.

"Damn it, I'll give it my all."

Goss leaped into the mirror on the Flampe ship.

Silence. Deathly silence.

There was no panic as expected, no annoying screams from Franpe.

This is a captain's cabin filled with pink, girly charm, and a faint scent of perfume wafts through the air.

But there was no one there.

Goss frowned and slowly straightened up. He walked to the window and pulled back the curtains.

Splash!

The blinding sunlight streamed in. What came into view was not the vast ocean, but a colossal island so majestic it was breathtaking—a cake island made of countless creams, cookies, and candies.

At the edge of the horizon, the cake castle, seemingly capable of obscuring the sky, stood atop the clouds, radiating an oppressive aura that inspired despair.

The ship has already stopped. It has long been docked at the port of Whole Cake Island.

"Damn it..."

The teacups on the table had gone cold, indicating that the person had been gone for at least an hour.

This means that Franpe has probably already finished complaining to the old lady.

Perhaps, an arrest warrant or execution order against Goss is already on its way to India.

The current situation is terrible.

My Observation Haki trial card expired, and someone beat me to it; this place is still the enemy's stronghold.

Even if we rush into the castle now to explain, we might not be able to get out.

Before he has sufficient strength and leverage, Big Mom will only see him as a talking dessert.

I have to leave.

First, gather all the crew members.

Goss's eyes instantly turned clear and cold.

Without any hesitation, he turned around and grabbed Brulee's withered wrist with astonishing strength.

"Let's go! Let's go to Juice Island!"

"I'm going to pick up my people."

……

at the same time.

Cake Island, Cake Castle.

The air was filled with a sweet aroma that was so rich it was almost cloying.

But within this sweetness lies a chilling sense of oppression that sends shivers down one's spine.

"Mama mama~!!"

A sharp, maniacal laugh echoed through the enormous palace.

On that throne that resembled a small mountain, Charlotte Linlin was grabbing a handful of still-screaming Homie's Puffs and shoving them into that abyss-like maw.

Click, click.

The chewing sound was chilling.

Beneath the throne, Snag, one of the four Sweet Commanders, knelt on one knee with his head bowed.

Despite his tall stature, he still appeared as small as an ant in front of his monstrous mother.

"You mean...?"

The old woman swallowed the food in her mouth, her cloudy yet savage eyes fixed on Snag, saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth onto the floor, making a sizzling sound as it corroded.

"That brat named Goss didn't take the task I gave him seriously at all?"