A cook, vice-captain of the Rocks Pirates?

Chapter 14 Dimensionality Reduction Strike

"what?!"

Colonel Sicre's pupils contracted sharply.

Before he could react, an even more unbelievable scene unfolded.

Silver's figure was like a silver lightning bolt, speeding across the sea. His feet seemed to walk on flat ground, treading on the waves stirred up by the cannonballs, and he rushed towards a warship on the left flank at a speed that was difficult to detect with the naked eye.

"Fire! Stop him!"

The sailors on the warship shouted in panic.

Bullets rained down on Silver, but couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes.

He was like a ghost moving through the raindrops, and in a few flashes he was already on the deck.

With a flick of his spear, he created several silver spear flowers. Wherever he passed, the weapons in the hands of the naval soldiers were knocked away, and the men were shaken to the side by a skillful force, but no one suffered a fatal injury.

In the blink of an eye, he single-handedly dismantled the deck combat capability of a warship.

On the other hand, Dorlum chose a more direct approach.

He stood on the ship's railing, watching the incoming cannonballs without flinching or dodging, and then swung his giant axe with a mighty chop.

clang!

A cannonball hurtling towards him was precisely split in two by him, grazing the sides of the ship before falling into the sea.

"The quality of this iron is not bad, much better than the nails on my ship."

Dorum, like a professional blacksmith, commented with great seriousness, then cleaved another cannonball in two with another axe stroke.

Colonel Sicre stared blankly at the surreal scene before him, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

With just three crew members, he neutralized the fleet offensive that he was so proud of.

He finally realized that he had not kicked a steel plate this time, but an unshakeable continent of steel.

Just as he was about to order a retreat, a mocking voice rang in his ears.

"Isn't it a bit too late to run now, Captain?"

Sicre turned around abruptly and saw that Lockes was now standing on the railing of his flagship, arms crossed, looking down at him with a devilish smile on his face.

"How...how did you get here?!"

Colonel Sicre took a step back in alarm, none of his elite soldiers noticing the approach of the enemy.

Lockes did not answer, but simply leaped lightly from the railing and landed steadily on the flagship's deck.

He looked around at the naval soldiers who were stiff with fear and looked as if they were facing a formidable enemy, and his smile widened.

"Don't be nervous, I'm just here to borrow something."

"All personnel on alert! Open fire!"

Sicre, a seasoned and valiant general, suppressed his fear and roared out his orders.

At the same time, his body began to change. His muscles expanded rapidly, and hard gray keratin grew on his skin. His mouth and nose protruded forward, and in just a few seconds, he transformed into a half-human, half-rhinoceros form.

Zoan type, user of the Rhino-Rhino Fruit.

"Rhino Charge!"

After transforming, Sicre landed on all fours, like an out-of-control heavy tank, charging toward Rocks with immense force.

He was confident that his impact would be enough to penetrate three layers of steel plates.

Faced with this potentially fatal charge, Lockes didn't even move an inch; he simply lazily raised his right hand and made a half-clenched fist towards the front.

hum-

An invisible, twisted force instantly enveloped Sicre.

The ferocious charge came to an abrupt halt.

Sicre felt as if he had crashed into solidified cement, his bones groaning, yet he could not move forward even a centimeter.

He was held firmly in place by an unseen force, stuck in a forward-moving posture, unable to move.

What... what kind of ability is this?!

Despair was evident in Sicre's eyes.

This is not a battle, it's a game, a dimensional reduction attack by a higher-dimensional being on a lower-dimensional being.

"too weak."

Lockes shook his head, somewhat disheartened.

With a casual wave of his hand, Sicre's massive body was violently flung away by a tremendous force, crashing into the mainmast with a loud bang. He then reverted to human form, coughing up blood and falling unconscious.

The entire deck was completely silent.

All the naval soldiers stared in horror at the man who had casually dealt with their highest-ranking officer, like ducks with their necks choked.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield, the battle was also nearing its end.

"Head chef, jerky!"

Gatz swept away a group of sailors with a single anchor and shouted back.

Raine stood at the kitchen door of his own boat and calmly tossed over a few pieces of dried meat, still warm and wrapped in oil paper.

It was made with the leftover rock horn meat, and special herbs were added to quickly replenish stamina.

Gatz caught it in one gulp and swallowed it in a few bites. He felt a surge of heat flow through his body, and his strength was instantly restored by more than half.

"Hahaha! That's awesome! I wouldn't be afraid of a hundred more!"

He was greatly encouraged, and his laughter echoed across the sea, sounding to the sailors like the roar of a demon.

Silver and Dorum received the same supplies, making the battle much easier.

For the Rocks Pirates, this battle was more like a thoroughly enjoyable armed picnic.

Rocks walked straight to the unconscious Sicre, kicked him awake, and then sat down in the captain's chair with an air of authority.

"Hey, wake up, the game isn't over yet."

Sicre opened his eyes with difficulty, looking at the man in front of him who was like a demon god, his eyes filled with nothing but fear.

"You...who are you?"

"I?"

Lox laughed: "Just a newcomer who's just set sail."

He crossed his legs and called out towards his boat, "Raine, got a drink?"

A moment later, Raine's small figure carrying a food box leaped across the sea, which was dozens of meters wide, as if walking on flat ground, and arrived on the flagship.

He took a pot of still-steaming herbal tea and two cups from the food box and placed them in front of Lox.

Lox poured himself a glass and pushed another one towards Sicre.

"Try it. My head chef's cooking can calm the nerves and is good for your injury."

Sicre looked at the clear tea, his body trembling uncontrollably.

"Alright, now that we've finished our tea, it's time for a chat."

Lox took a sip of tea, speaking casually as if he were catching up with an old friend.

"Tell me, with all this fuss from G-5, who are you here for? It can't be for our little wrecked ship, can it?"

Sicre's psychological defenses had long been completely destroyed by Lox's inhuman strength.

He knew that in the face of such a monster, any concealment or resistance would be meaningless.

He trembled as he picked up the teacup and drank it all in one gulp. The warm, soothing sensation that entered his stomach actually relieved a lot of his pain and fear.

"Yes...it's to clear the waterway for the Celestial Dragons who are about to patrol this area."

Sicre revealed the truth in a hoarse voice.

"The World Government has issued a top-level directive that we must ensure absolute safety. We are just the vanguard. Behind us... there is the main fleet commanded by a vice admiral from headquarters."

A Celestial Dragon? A Vice Admiral from the Headquarters?

A cold glint flashed in Lox's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by an even stronger interest.

"I see, just a boring aristocratic outing?"

He stood up and patted Sicre on the shoulder, the force of which made the latter grimace again.

"Thank you for your information. As a return gift, I will spare your lives today."

Chapter 15 Mental Pollution

The Rocks Pirates quickly completed their resupply.

Like a swarm of industrious ants, they looted everything edible, drinkable, and usable from the five warships, piling it all up on the deck of their own small boat.

When the Rocks Pirates set sail, they left behind a navy fleet that had been plundered clean, with everyone looking dejected, standing bewildered in the wind.

Rocks stood at the stern and waved to the group of dejected sailors.

“Go back and tell your marshal, or some other important person, that my name is Locks, Locks D. Gibeck.”

"This sea will soon have a new owner."

His voice wasn't loud, but it reached the ears of every sailor clearly, like a prophecy of a future that was bound to come true.

According to the latest nautical charts borrowed from Colonel Seacree, the Rocks Pirates bypassed the Navy's main shipping lanes and headed at full speed toward the legendary Whispering Shadow Isle.

The closer you get to that sea area, the more bizarre the weather becomes.

One moment the sky is clear and blue, the next it's covered in dark clouds.

A thick, opaque gray fog suddenly rose from the sea, reducing visibility to less than ten meters.

The fog carried a bone-chilling cold that seemed to seep into one's very bones.

"Damn it! The magnetic field in this godforsaken place is completely messed up!"

Dorum gripped the rudder tightly, watching the needle spin wildly on the compass, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

"The log pointer is completely malfunctioning! We're going to get lost!"

"Quiet."

Raine's voice came from the kitchen, carrying a comforting quality.

He came out, holding the black dragon stomach stone in his hands.

At this moment, the once ordinary stone was emitting a faint but steady glow, the light pointing firmly in one direction, like a lighthouse undisturbed by anything.

"Follow it."

Ryan said.

With clear guidance, Dorlum felt at ease.

The small boat navigated through the thick fog, surrounded by utter silence, broken only by the splashing sound of the boat cutting through the water.

Just then, a faint sound, as if countless people were crying and whispering in my ear, came from the depths of the fog.

"very hungry……"

Why did you abandon me...?

"You're a loser, always will be..."

The voice seemed to have a magical power, drilling directly into people's minds and stirring up the deepest fears and regrets in their hearts.

"Go away!"

Gatz suddenly roared, his eyes turning bloodshot.

He seemed to see himself as a child being chased and beaten by the villagers for stealing food.

Dorum's face turned ashen as he conjured up the image of his first ship, built by his own hands, sinking in a storm—a nightmare that haunted him for life.

Even the usually calm Silver's breathing became somewhat rapid, and the knuckles of his hand gripping the spear turned slightly white.