One Piece: Don't Worry, I'm a Doctor

Chapter 423: Chapter 423: Uncle Vir’s Wisdom

Katakuri’s currently carrying too much of an “idol image” burden.

If someone could help shake that burden off, maybe his strength would improve even more.

And it’s not like he asked for that image—it’s something his adoring younger siblings built up around him.

In truth, Katakuri himself was exhausted by it.

But because of pride, he never once admitted this to anyone.

When the time comes, Vir can just have Brûlée call home, connect through the video Den Den Mushi, and secretly snap a few revealing shots of Katakuri.

If he catches wind of this, his face’ll turn redder than the Red Line itself!

Feasible.

Absolutely feasible!

Vir quickly settled on this plan in his mind.

But on the surface, he remained expressionless, slowly stir-frying Katakuri.

After he shut his mouth, Katakuri ended up providing over 500,000 negative points in total.

His pain tolerance… it was leagues beyond Teach.

Even stronger than Old Ma’s.

This earned nods of approval from both Marco and Whitebeard, who was watching from the head of the ship.

—We acknowledge you.

Vir’s heat was cranked up way higher than when he’d roasted them before.

Aside from maybe a Heat-Heat Fruit user, a Flame-Flame Fruit user, or a Magma-Magma Fruit user, not many could withstand it.

That heat truly seared you to the bone.

Yet faced with such extreme temperatures, this guy didn’t make a sound. Impressive.

Respect.

Marco gave him a look of admiration.

And Whitebeard grew even more satisfied with him.

After a round of stir-frying,

Katakuri was red through and through.

He was well done.

His internal organs were fully tended to, sizzling loudly.

After a full ten minutes of frying, the stir-frying phase was almost complete.

Now, Katakuri’s face was noticeably redder than the rest of his body.

All the medicinal herbs thrown in had completely vanished.

Only Katakuri remained in the pot.

His four-meter-tall frame took up about half the pot.

Seeing that the frying was about done, Vir didn’t hesitate.

With a casual flip, Katakuri was smoothly deposited onto the deck.

Brûlée immediately rushed toward him.

Kneeling beside Katakuri, she reached out to touch him, her face streaked with tears.

But as her hand made contact with his chest, a sizzling sound erupted.

The intense heat forced Brûlée to pull her hand back.

Tears welled up in her eyes once more.

If he was still this hot after being taken out of the pot, how much pain must he have endured inside it?

“Ka… Katakuri-nii…” Brûlée called out, her voice trembling.

Hearing this, Katakuri opened his eyes.

He looked at her.

Even in this state, he didn’t want his little sister to worry.

Giving her a reassuring look, Katakuri forced himself to speak. “I’m fine. It doesn’t hurt at all.”

As he spoke, scorching heat wafted from his mouth.

It was the most powerful rebuttal to his own words.

How could Brûlée not know he was lying?

But just as she was about to say more, Vir shooed her away.

“It’s not over yet. You can chat later.”

Vir’s words made Brûlée and Katakuri turn their attention to him.

But what they saw left them shocked once again.

Vir was walking toward them, holding a fork in one hand and a dining knife in the other.

After everything they’d just been through, they got the picture.

Whatever this guy looked like he was about to do, that’s exactly what he was gonna do!

He looked like he wanted to eat.

But… what was there to eat?

First confusion, then realization, and finally horror dawned on them.

If you thought about it, wasn’t there a freshly prepared dish right here?

Freshly stir-fried!

Except this particular dish seemed a bit… special!

What was this guy planning?!

Eating people?!

Brûlée tried to intervene, but Vir simply applied repelling magnetic forces to her and Katakuri.

She was slowly pushed away.

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t get closer.

Everyone else nearby was already used to this.

Marco and Whitebeard had both already been “tasted”.

To them, this scene was nothing new.

But some hadn’t witnessed it before.

Shirahoshi watched as Vir knelt beside Katakuri, knife and fork in hand.

The expression on her face was a spectacular mix of emotions.

The young girl had learned the art of rapidly changing expressions at a tender age.

And there, in front of everyone, Vir smiled and pressed the knife against Katakuri’s face.

“Ready? Let’s begin.”

[Ding! Congratulations, Host! You’ve earned 200,000 negative points!]

“W-What are you doing?”

“Eating you, of course!”

[Ding! Congratulations, Host! You’ve earned 200,000 negative points!]

As Vir’s words fell, the dining knife cut into Katakuri’s face.

A sharp pain followed.

Katakuri frowned tightly.

But it wasn’t because of the pain.

It was because Vir’s fork now held an eyeball.

Even having his eye gouged out wouldn’t normally faze Katakuri.

But what truly shattered him was watching the guy in front of him put it into his own mouth.

Then, chew.

And as he chewed, a burst of fluid gushed out.

Splattering all over Katakuri’s face.

[Ding! Congratulations, Host! You’ve earned 400,000 negative points! (Katakuri)]

[Ding! Congratulations, Host! You’ve earned 300,000 negative points! (Shirahoshi)]

“AAAAAAHHHH~!”

“KYAAAAAAAH~!”

Shirahoshi, hiding behind Whitebeard, let out a piercing scream.

Brûlée, not far away, did the same.

The scene before them was simply too shocking.

In Shirahoshi’s eyes, Vir had been kind and gentle, but now he was eating a person.

The earlier events were frightening, but they paled in comparison to this.

Vir’s terrifying appearance shrank Shirahoshi’s already small courage even further.

After screaming, she immediately crouched down, covering her head.

She didn’t dare look anymore.

Brûlée was so terrified she nearly fainted.

But aside from those two, the Whitebeard Pirates around them were calmer than ever.

“Vir’s eating again. Wonder what it tastes like.”

“Should’ve tried a piece when he cooked Marco. I’m kinda curious too.”

“Bring your own scallions, ginger, and garlic—don’t make it too hard for Uncle Vir.”

“Pack some cooking wine—don’t let Uncle Vir marinate you too long.”

“Slather on some oil before you go—don’t stress Uncle Vir out.”

“Go easy on salt in your daily meals, Uncle Vir doesn’t like it too salty.”

“Keep your liver and brains in good shape, don’t embarrass Uncle Vir.”

“First time you don’t get it, second time you’re already in his belly.”

“Anyway, what would this count as? Fried mochi?”

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