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

Chapter 426: Chapter 426: Observation Haki Surges! Whitebeard’s Stunned!

Meanwhile, on Whole Cake Island.

In Katakuri’s residence, several of Big Mom’s children were gathered, holding a video call with Vir via a Den Den Mushi.

But in Big Mom’s grand hall, a conversation was unfolding—one shocking enough to shake anyone to their core.

“Smoothie, how’s Katakuri doing now?” Big Mom asked.

“Reporting to Mama, big brother Katakuri still can’t get out of bed, nor can he even stand.” Smoothie replied.

Big Mom’s eyes darkened with a grim shadow.

Useless.

He was truly useless now.

Her most capable subordinate, permanently incapacitated.

But if that was the case, there was no point wasting resources on him.

All those expensive medicines, day after day—her crew wasn’t some charity organization.

Those who were no longer useful didn’t deserve special treatment.

“Since he can’t even get up, there’s no need to keep wasting resources on him!” Big Mom declared. “Smoothie! Go fetch him! Before he dies, let him make one final contribution to me! His soul… it should still be worth something.”

—

Smoothie, one of Big Mom’s most loyal followers, had been tirelessly carrying out her orders in recent days. But now, as she walked toward Katakuri’s residence, her face was clouded with confusion.

Mother… wanted to kill Katakuri?

It wasn’t exactly a secret that Big Mom didn’t treat her children as true family. Killing a son or daughter wasn’t unheard of.

But now… Katakuri?

Just because he was no longer useful?

Smoothie had always executed Big Mom’s orders without hesitation, no matter what they were. But this time, she was lost.

She didn’t know what she should do.

She didn’t know if she could do it…

—

At Katakuri’s residence, his younger siblings were gathered, staring at the video feed.

Not all of them were there out of genuine care for Katakuri. Some simply feared that if Katakuri was gone, their lives would get harder. Others, even more absurdly, were just part of his fan club.

Like Flampe.

In the original story, she was the girl yapping incessantly during Katakuri’s duel with Luffy in the royal city. Now, she stood with her fan club, eagerly watching the screen.

When Katakuri had returned gravely injured, and the doctors declared he wouldn’t make it, her fan club had disbanded on the spot. But now that Katakuri was undergoing treatment, the fan club had reassembled, squatting at his residence to see if he’d recover.

As they watched the feed, their excitement was palpable.

“Brother Katakuri is healed! We’re back in business!” Flampe squealed.

“Yes, Lady Flampe!” her followers echoed.

—

Aboard the Moby Dick.

Inside the small house Vir had built, Katakuri was devouring his meal with gusto. Despite his seemingly small mouth, it could stretch to an astonishing length, rivaling even Luffy’s.

Two bites per giant doughnut.

He ate with unrestrained joy, unable to resist the incredible flavor of the doughnuts Vir had prepared. It was afternoon tea time, and Katakuri lounged casually, scarfing down doughnuts in a manner that was… less than refined.

No, it was outright inelegant.

But his thoughts weren’t on indulgence. He wanted to finish eating quickly and return to Whole Cake Island. His younger siblings were waiting for him, worrying about him. Usually, he was the one worrying about them. The role reversal left him uneasy.

What he didn’t know was that the small house Vir had built had a tiny, well-hidden gap. Katakuri, who typically didn’t use his Observation Haki while eating his afternoon tea, failed to notice the small eye peeking through that gap.

Vir stood atop the house, holding a Den Den Mushi, its eyes positioned right above the gap. On the deck, Brûlée’s eyes widened in panic. She knew exactly what Katakuri’s mouth looked like—after all, her own face had been scarred because of it. If anyone else saw him eating like this, it would be disastrous.

Despite her anxiety, Brûlée could only stand frozen under the watchful eyes of the Whitebeard Pirates.

As the Den Den Mushi transmitted the feed to Whole Cake Island, everyone watching saw Katakuri lying on the floor, his face uncovered. His mouth, closed but with a seam stretching to his ears, was a terrifying sight.

Everyone who didn’t know his secret froze in shock.

Before they could recover from the impact, Katakuri suddenly opened his massive mouth, shoving an entire giant doughnut inside in one bite.

The horrifying eating display prompted an ear-piercing scream from Flampe in the back.

“Aaahhh! What kind of monster is this?! What an ugly monster!”

Her scream startled the others, snapping them out of their shock. The younger siblings, who had always admired Katakuri, were stunned to discover their revered brother had such a grotesque appearance.

Their first reaction was disgust.

But soon, the kinder sisters, remembering Katakuri’s endless care for them, began to accept it. It didn’t matter as much.

Not everyone felt the same, though.

“I was a fan of this freak?!” Flampe shrieked. “Take pictures! Capture this disgusting face! I want everyone to know his true colors! He’s even lying on his back! Everything about him was a lie! This repulsive creep makes me sick! Hurry up and shoot!”

At her command, her lackeys pulled out cameras and frantically snapped photos of the screen.

The scene made the others frown. Everyone present had benefited from Katakuri’s kindness at some point, and Flampe’s insults didn’t sit well with them.

“Flampe! That’s enough! Get out!” bellowed Perospero, the eldest brother, his voice carrying enough authority to silence her tantrum.

Flampe froze, then stormed out, her face twisted with malice.

The others watched her leave, their expressions unchanged. That brat had no real strength but an insufferable attitude.

What they didn’t realize was that Flampe’s actions were about to bring disaster.

Because the direction she was heading—was straight to Big Mom herself.

—

Hearing the commotion through the Den Den Mushi, Vir remained unfazed.

Good. Make a bigger fuss.

The bigger the reaction, the better.

When Katakuri finished eating and saw his siblings’ stunned faces, what would he think?

This wasn’t betrayal—it was helping Katakuri shed his façade.

Katakuri ate at an astonishing pace. The dozen or so doughnuts, each two or three meters tall, were gone in under two minutes.

Absolutely delicious.

Satisfied, Katakuri let out a content sigh and instinctively used his Observation Haki to check his surroundings—a habit after finishing his afternoon tea.

That’s when things went wrong.

Without his scarf, his gaze locked onto the Den Den Mushi Vir was holding above. His pupils shrank as he recognized the video-transmitting snail.

A bad feeling crept into his mind.

Before he could react, Vir projected the feed onto a nearby wall. When Katakuri saw his siblings’ shocked expressions, his heart skipped a beat.

They had clearly seen him eating—and lying on his back, no less.

A wave of shame crashed over him.

Meanwhile, Vir’s system pinged with rewards.

[Ding! Congratulations, Host! You’ve earned 600,000 negative points!]

[Ding! Congratulations, Host, for acquiring ability: Observation Haki · Supreme level!]

The moment the ability activated, Vir felt a dizzying rush, as if a flood of information had been shoved into his brain. His head throbbed, barely able to handle it. It took a good ten seconds for the pain to subside.

The sensation was eerily similar to when he’d first transmigrated and received his original body’s memories—agonizing.

But once he fully processed it, a clarity washed over him. The world around him slowed, as if everything were moving at half speed. After a moment of adjustment, things returned to normal.

Testing his new ability, Vir’s lips curled into a faint smirk.

Katakuri’s Observation Haki was near the ceiling of what was possible, and with Vir’s 21 points of mental strength, his Haki was now unmatched. Beyond predicting an opponent’s moves, suppressing their senses, or reading their thoughts, his Observation Haki could now deal tangible damage, just like Shanks’.

With a thought, Vir unleashed a piercing blue lightning bolt that shot through a nearby mast.

The speed was so blinding that even Whitebeard shot to his feet, his face etched with disbelief.

In his senses, that lightning bolt left no trace. If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes or witnessed the damage, he might’ve thought he imagined it.

To achieve that, one’s Observation Haki had to be at least twice as strong as his own. Otherwise, it wouldn’t be completely undetectable.

Whitebeard stared at Vir, his shock palpable.

This kid’s Observation Haki was already more than twice as strong as his?

And that lightning—it wasn’t even a Devil Fruit ability. If it were, there’d be some trace of electric energy.

But there was nothing. The ferocious, impossibly fast bolt had appeared out of nowhere, without any warning.

Only one ability could do that: Observation Haki manifesting as lightning.

Whitebeard could do it too, as could any of the Yonko. But no one bothered—it was too slow and too weak to be useful.

But what Vir had just unleashed? The speed was so fast Whitebeard’s eyes nearly missed it. And the damage? He couldn’t judge yet, since it only hit a mast, but the speed alone was enough to leave him stunned.

The rest of the crew barely registered what happened. They saw a flash, and suddenly there was a hole in the mast. They had no idea what caused it.

“Enemy attack!” Jozu shouted, his body transforming into shimmering diamond as he sprinted to the bow, scanning for threats.

Marco turned into a phoenix, his flames enveloping Teach to prevent any rescue attempts.

His primary duty was to protect Shirahoshi, but she was next to Whitebeard. If Pops couldn’t protect her, what could Marco do?

The Whitebeard Pirates snapped into combat mode in an instant.

Vir’s eyes flickered with surprise. These guys acted carefree, but when trouble hit, their reactions were lightning-fast.

Whitebeard’s shock faded as he sat back down. He thought he’d prepared himself for Vir’s growth, that nothing would surprise him anymore. Yet, here he was, proven wrong again.

“Stand down. There’s no enemy. That attack came from Vir.” Whitebeard said, his voice betraying a hint of unease.

The crew turned to Vir, dumbfounded.

What?

It came from him?

But we were staring right at him! He didn’t even move!

How could that attack have come from him?

Everyone was dumbfounded.

But no one explained.

Vir, for his part, was quite pleased.

As for the damage? He was confident no one could block that attack with raw physical defense alone.

Its penetrating power was just too overwhelming.

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