A cook, vice-captain of the Rocks Pirates?

He acted like a detached observer, calmly recording everyone's physical data and energy consumption.

"Under the influence of alcohol, Wang Zhi's Drunken Fist can generate a chaotic and unpredictable flow of domineering energy. If his nerves are stimulated with ingredients containing lightning energy, this chaos might become even more violent."

"The Flame Flower's domineering aura is filled with scorching heat and destructive energy, which is related to her state of mind. Warm and nourishing dishes that contain life energy can neutralize the ferocity in her domineering aura, making it more focused and stable."

"Lingling... just make more cakes."

Raine's recipes are constantly being adjusted and evolved. He is like a top-notch armorer, providing the most precise maintenance and upgrades for these self-aware humanoid weapons on the ship.

In these noisy, chaotic yet vibrant days, the Behemoth sailed for more than half a month.

Chapter 50 Our Journey is to the Stars and the Sea

That day, a newsbird, as if it had seen a ghost, screeched and swooped down from the sky.

It tossed a stack of the latest newspapers and several brand-new bounty posters onto the deck and fled at three times the speed it had come, as if staying even a second longer would result in being crushed into mincemeat by the terrifying aura emanating from the ship.

"Oh? Another new bounty post?"

Gatz picked it up out of curiosity, and when he saw what was written on it, his eyes widened in astonishment.

"Oh my God!"

Everyone gathered around.

When the deck erupted in thunderous laughter and gasps of amazement upon seeing the portraits, which were somewhat blurry due to hasty printing but still exuded an imposing aura, the crowd realized they were awe-inspiring.

The bounties for Rocks, Newgate, Linlin, and others saw another explosive increase after the G-5 branch incident.

[Rocks D. Giebeck: Two Billion Berry]

Edward Newgate (Whitebeard): 1.8 Billion Berry

[BIG MOM Charlotte Linlin: 1.6 Billion Berry]

The bounties on these three individuals far exceed those of most established pirates on the high seas, placing them firmly in the top tier and making them the most dangerous threat in the eyes of the World Government.

What shocked the world even more were the two brand-new bounty posters.

The first picture is of Wang Zhi.

In the photo, he is leaning drunkenly against a gourd, his eyes glazed over, looking harmless.

[Wang Zhi, the "Drunken Fist" master: 1.5 billion Berry]

[Criminal Charge: Former high-ranking figure at sea, whereabouts unknown for many years, now confirmed to have joined the Rocks Pirates, extremely dangerous!]

The second one is a flame flower.

She looks dashing and has a cold gaze in the photo, with the Amazonian palace in the background.

【Fire Flower Gloriosa: 1.3 Billion Berries】

[Criminal charges: Former, former, and current emperor of Amazon Lily; terrifying strength; suspected of possessing advanced Conqueror's Haki; now confirmed to have joined the Rocks Pirates!]

The release of these two bounty notices caused an uproar throughout the entire ocean.

Wang Zhi and Gloriosa, these two names actually appeared on Lox's ship at the same time!

In an instant, the Navy Headquarters, the World Government, and the Holy Land Mary Geoise were all plunged into unprecedented shock and panic.

One Rocks was enough to give them a headache, but now they've gathered Whitebeard, Big Mom, Wang Zhi, and Flame Flower...

This is no longer a simple pirate crew; it is a monster alliance composed of a group of future sea overlords, powerful enough to shake the very foundations of the world!

"Hahaha! 1.5 billion! Looks like my face is worth something after all!"

Wang Zhi looked at his bounty poster and took a big gulp of wine with satisfaction.

Flameflower glanced at it and lost interest; to her, these empty titles were far less important than what Rein would eat next.

Lockes put away all the bounty posters. He stood at the bow of the ship, facing the sea breeze, looking at his unruly yet incredibly powerful companions, a domineering smile on his face.

"Young ones!"

His voice was as loud as a bell, resounding through the sky.

"The World Government has given us the best gift! But for us, this is just the beginning!"

He stretched out his hand, pointing to the endless, magnificent distance.

"Let those Marines and Celestial Dragons continue to tremble in fear! Our advance will not stop for anyone!"

Our journey is to the stars and the sea!

"Oh oh oh!"

Amidst deafening cheers, the Beast roared with a deep rumble, like an ancient behemoth breaking free of all its shackles, carrying a group of future sea overlords, and boldly set sail towards the new world!

……

The Behemoth, a steel behemoth built with the world government's most advanced technology, has now become a cradle for a group of future maritime overlords.

Its voyage was so smooth that it didn't feel like a ship, but more like a moving island gliding on the sea. Even the unpredictable storms of the first half of the Grand Line couldn't cause it the slightest turbulence.

After the initial novelty wore off, daily life on the ship gradually turned into a series of intense, tooth-aching internal struggles.

That afternoon, the usual event took place on the deck once again—a drinking contest between Wang Zhi and Newgate.

The two men, each holding one of the largest oak barrels seized from the G-5 branch, sat cross-legged facing each other, with seven or eight empty barrels already rolling under their feet.

The sun beat down on the deck, and the air was filled with the rich aroma of rum and two faint, almost tangible, domineering auras.

"Hiccup... Whitebeard, you can't hold your liquor, you drink slower than me."

Wang Zhi's eyes were glazed with drunkenness, his cheeks were flushed, and his tongue was slurring as he spoke, but the wine barrel in his hand did not stop moving at all.

"Gulp gulp gulp... You rascal, did you drink all the wine into that broken gourd of yours?"

Although Newgate's face was flushed, his eyes remained clear and his voice was loud and clear.

Meanwhile, Lingling and Flame Flower Gloriosa's training was also in full swing.

It all started with the dessert that Ryan made after dinner.

A cloud soufflé made with Sky Island honey and exotic South Sea spices, drizzled with rainbow syrup.

The two argued over who got the bigger piece, and eventually it came down to a matter of who got the bigger piece.

"Emperor's Sword - Blade Breaker!"

Lingling held the sun Prometheus in her hand, and the huge flaming blade, carrying a heat wave that could incinerate everything, cleaved down on the flame flower.

Flame Flower's eyes were cold; she neither flinched nor dodged.

Her seemingly slender arms were covered with a layer of jet-black Armament Haki, which she used to meet the attack directly with a hand chop.

boom!

The collision of flames and domineering aura produced a dull roar, and the scorching air waves baked the surrounding deck slightly black.

After their exchange, the two retreated, leaving two marks of different depths on the alloy deck beneath their feet.

"He has good strength, but his technique is too rough."

Flameflower gave a cold review.

"Hmph! You're all bravado, but you're too small for me to beat!"

Lingling retaliated without backing down.

In the corner, Gatz was pinned to the ground by Silver with the barrel of his gun, unable to move.

He wanted to learn Silver's elusive footwork, but Silver subjected him to inhumane agility training under the pretext that his weight would make thunderous footsteps when he moved stealthily.

The source of all this chaos points to the man crouching by the ship's railing, clutching a small notebook, his face etched with despair—the shipwright Dorum.

"The mainmast's energy resonance index exceeded the limit three times this morning and five times this afternoon... If this continues, it'll start generating its own thunder..."

"Metal fatigue has occurred in the port side alloy armor, with a crack length of 0.3 millimeters. This was caused by the aftershocks of Miss Lingling and Lord Flameflower's punch... This is already the seventeenth crack this week..."

Chapter 51 Get a sturdier one

"The keel at the bottom of the ship is crying, it's crying! It says it can't hold on much longer! It says that this ship doesn't carry people, it carries a group of moving natural disasters! God, why did I ever get on this pirate ship!"

Dorum's voice was choked with sobs. He sounded like a heartbroken old father looking at his overly mischievous children, his happiness tinged with despair, and his despair tinged with a strange sense of pride.

He flipped through the structural diagrams he had copied from the Nine Serpents Ghost Ship again and again, trying to incorporate the shipbuilding techniques of the Women's Kingdom, which used softness to overcome hardness, into the modification of the Giant Beast.

However, the ship's basic design is too robust, like a muscular man trying to learn ballet; it's simply asking the impossible.

Just as Dorum was holding his notebook, preparing to go to the power compartment to check on the two power units that were also groaning, he suddenly stumbled and almost fell.

It wasn't the ship rocking, but his own legs that went weak.

He felt a sharp pain in his heart and his vision went black.

"I can't take it anymore... I feel like I'm about to die from overwork..."

Dorum leaned against the wall, panting heavily.

He was not only physically exhausted, but also mentally exhausted.

He lived in constant fear, terrified that his precious warship would be torn to pieces by these monsters at any moment.

"Dorum, what's wrong?"

Ryan's voice came from behind him, as he carried a steaming bowl of something.

It was a soup made with several calming herbs and sea animal bone marrow. The soup was clear and had a faint, soothing aroma.

"Your heartbeat and breathing are not quite right. Drink this."

Ryan handed the bowl over.

Dorum took the soup and drank it all in one gulp.

A warm current flowed through my body, and my heart, which had been pounding wildly due to excessive anxiety, gradually calmed down, and my tense nerves relaxed considerably.

"Thank you, head chef... I... I'm fine."

Dorlum managed a weak smile.

Looking at his bloodshot eyes and haggard face, Ryan calmly said, "You're lying. Your body is telling me it's about to reach its limit."

Raine's Food of Righteousness not only strengthens his body, but also gives him a thorough understanding of the crew's physical condition.

Dorum's smile froze. He looked at the child in front of him, whose eyes were so clear they seemed to see through everything, and he could no longer hold back.

"Head Chef!"

Dorum grabbed Renn's shoulder, his voice trembling.

"This ship! This ship is really going to fail!"

He spread out his notebook and pointed to the dense, alarming red markings on it.

"The Behemoth was originally designed to carry weapons and soldiers, and its structural strength was designed according to conventional warfare standards! But what's on our ship? Lord Whitebeard! Miss Lingling! Lord Wang Zhi! And the captain!"

"With every breath they took, every time they drank, every time they rolled over, the domineering aura and power they exuded caused irreversible and permanent damage to the ship's hull! It's like making an ordinary person carry a mountain on their back every day; they'll fall apart sooner or later!"

Dorum's voice grew increasingly agitated, eventually turning into a roar.

"This is no longer a problem that can be solved with repairs! It's a fundamental design flaw! This ship is a magnificent but fragile cage for us! It simply cannot contain us monsters!"

His roar drowned out all the noise on the deck.

Wang Zhi and Newgate, who were drinking, stopped what they were doing, and Lingling and Flame Flower, who were fighting, also separated. All eyes were now on the shipwright who was having an emotional breakdown.

Lox slowly walked over, his smile vanishing, replaced by a solemn expression.

He picked up the notebook that Dorum had dropped on the ground, looked at the data recording the ship's mournful cries, and fell silent.

He knew that Dorrum was not exaggerating.

This ship, which he was so proud of, was becoming the first shackle restricting their progress.

Dorum's roar struck everyone's heart like a heavy hammer.

An eerie silence fell over the deck, broken only by the sounds of the wind and the waves.

They had been immersed in the joy of gaining great power and freedom of navigation, but they had ignored the silent lament emanating from the vessel beneath their feet that carried everything they had.

Gatz scratched his head, feeling for the first time that his enormous weight seemed to be a burden.