A cook, vice-captain of the Rocks Pirates?

"I know."

Renn tilted his head back, his eyes clear and without a trace of impurity.

"But I am a chef, and I can only remain calm in the kitchen. Otherwise, my mind will be very unstable, and if my mind is unstable, I will not be able to make the Hikari dish that will satisfy General Zephyr."

He cleverly tied his own demands to Zephyr's desires.

Zhan Duo's expression changed.

Teacher Zephyr's orders were to keep a close watch on them, prevent them from dying, and ensure they could appear as the final trial's boss.

And the legendary dish, Guangma, was the main course of the Feast of Justice, which was specifically requested by Teacher Zephyr.

If the main course goes wrong because of your own fault, the consequences will be...

Chapter 55 Cooking in the Cell

Zhan Duo dared not think about it.

He hesitated for a moment, then finally snorted coldly: "Hmph, you're clever. There's no special kitchen for prisoners in the prison. However, I can provide you with some basic ingredients every day. You can prepare them in your cell."

In his view, no matter how capable a child is, he can't cause any trouble in the Sea Stone prison cell.

"Thank you."

Renn nodded slightly.

Zhan Duo glared fiercely at the others, said "You all better behave yourselves," and then led his men to patrol the next area.

After he left, Locke's laughter echoed softly through the prison block.

"Raine, well done."

"I just wanted to see how G-2's food supply chain was doing."

Ryan answered calmly.

He knew that as long as he had access to the ingredients, he could deduce the fortress's logistical supply routes, personnel configuration, and even its weak points in defense by examining the types of ingredients, their freshness, and transportation traces.

For a master chef, the whole world is a menu filled with information.

The true nature of the so-called Hell's Kitchen trial will soon be revealed little by little on this special menu.

Time slowly passed in the monotonous and oppressive rhythm of the repentance ward.

For Lox and others, it was more like a paid vacation.

Listening to Ironjaw Jando shouting about justice outside every day, and watching him try to influence them with various spiritual lectures, has become the crew's greatest form of entertainment.

"This guy can squawk louder than the seagulls on our ship."

Wang Zhi yawned, turned over, and continued sleeping.

"I think he's very energetic. I wish I could have a fight with him."

Gatz, meanwhile, was doing push-ups on the side, every muscle radiating a thirst for battle.

Meanwhile, other areas of G-2 base are witnessing a true hellish scene.

On the vast training ground, hundreds of elite recruits, carefully selected from various naval branches and even CP agencies, are undergoing their final and most brutal sprint training.

They fought for their lives in an obstacle course personally designed by Zephyr and called the Forge of Justice. Underfoot lay lava that could erupt at any moment, overhead was a barrage of live ammunition, and beside them were comrades-in-arms, or perhaps competitors who might betray them at any moment.

"Too slow! You're slower than a sea king excreting!"

Zefa stood on the high platform like a tyrant, roaring in his booming voice, mercilessly criticizing every soldier he thought was not trying hard enough.

"Are your fists made of cotton? They can't even penetrate a steel plate, and you want to uphold justice? Don't be ridiculous!"

"Remember! Mercy to the enemy is cruelty to the people! What you will face in the future is a vicious monster like Lox, a threat capable of overturning the world! If you fall now, countless innocent civilians will fall in the future!"

Every word he spoke was like a heavy hammer blow, striking the hearts of these young sailors and tempering their courage and will time and time again.

Momousagi and Enke stood behind Zephyr, their eyes filled with complex emotions as they watched their comrades struggling in the mud and blood.

They knew that only by experiencing such hell could they truly transform into strong individuals capable of standing alone.

"Teacher Zefa."

Momousagi couldn't help but speak up.

"Do we really have to make them face those homeless people? I have a feeling... there's something wrong with those people."

"I know."

Zefa didn't turn around; his gaze remained fixed on the training field.

“Each of them is like a beast that has been chained up, with power within them far exceeding what they show. That is why they are the perfect test.”

A near-fanatical light shone in Zefa's eyes, the excitement of a top teacher discovering a superb teaching tool.

"I want my students to smash the fangs of these beasts with their own hands, so they will understand that no matter how powerful evil may be, it is powerless in the face of absolute justice! This lesson will become the most precious treasure in their lives."

He firmly believed that, under his absolute control, this group of wandering pirates was merely the final piece of his teaching plan, to be discarded once used.

In the repentance ward, in Ryan's cell.

A steaming bowl of soup, exuding a strange aroma, was placed in front of the energy barrier.

This was made by Ryan using the worst ingredients provided by the prison—dried fish bones, hardened potatoes, and some unknown pickled vegetable leaves.

But with the secret blessing of the endless seasoning bottles, this seemingly ordinary soup exudes an aroma that would make even the gods drool.

It's a complex flavor that blends the fragrance of the earth with the freshness of the sea, warm and mellow, as if it can soothe all pain and fatigue.

The prison guard responsible for delivering the food smelled the aroma and couldn't help but drool from the corner of his mouth.

"Little... brat, what did you... make with those junk ingredients?"

Ryan nodded and pushed the bowl forward: "I made an extra one, please have it."

The jailer hesitated for a moment, but ultimately could not resist the temptation of the food. He took the bowl and carefully took a sip.

The next second, his eyes widened suddenly, as if he had been struck by an electric current of happiness.

"Wow! It's so delicious! It's so good!"

He finished the bowl of soup in a few gulps, feeling all his fatigue disappear and his spirits lifted.

From that day on, Ryan's cell became the most popular place in the entire penance ward.

Every day, the prison guards responsible for delivering meals would try their best to bring Ryan extra ingredients that had accidentally fallen onto the food cart, just in exchange for a bowl of leftover soup that Ryan had cooked himself.

Raine was happy to do so. Through the idle chatter of these prison guards, as well as the types of food they brought and the rate at which they consumed it, he gained a clear understanding of the internal workings of G-2 Fortress.

"Recently, meat consumption has increased by 30%, especially high-energy red meat, indicating that high-intensity physical training has entered the final sprint stage."

"The vegetable supply has been updated with a new herb that grows only on certain islands and can relieve muscle soreness. It seems someone is injured."

"They said the Hell's Kitchen proving grounds are powered by three separate power furnaces, one of which seems to be a bit old and occasionally needs to be shut down for maintenance..."

Raine constructed a vast intelligence network in his mind, with every detail becoming part of his plan.

That day, outside Lingling's cell, Iron Jaw Zhando watched Lingling, who was happily eating a huge rice ball, and frowned.

The rice ball was made by Ryan using the most ordinary rice, mixed with roasted fish floss and some pickled vegetables, yet it gave Lingling a feeling of happiness as if she were eating delicacies from land and sea.

"Hey!"

Jando tapped on the energy barrier.

"What can you do besides eat? Don't you have any sense of responsibility as a prisoner?"

Lingling looked up, licked the rice grains from the corner of her mouth, and asked innocently, "Awakening? What's that? Can you eat it? Is it as delicious as the rice balls our chef makes?"

Jando was speechless for a long time, feeling that his plan to re-educate these monsters had gone down an incredibly bizarre and wrong path from the very beginning.

He turned and left angrily, muttering, "Let's see if you're still laughing when the trial starts!"

Chapter 56 Wanderer

Zhan Duo dared not think about it.

He hesitated for a moment, then finally snorted coldly: "Hmph, you're clever. There's no special kitchen for prisoners in the prison. However, I can provide you with some basic ingredients every day. You can prepare them in your cell."

In his view, no matter how capable a child is, he can't cause any trouble in the Sea Stone prison cell.

"Thank you."

Renn nodded slightly.

Zhan Duo glared fiercely at the others, said "You all better behave yourselves," and then led his men to patrol the next area.

After he left, Locke's laughter echoed softly through the prison block.

"Raine, well done."

"I just wanted to see how G-2's food supply chain was doing."

Ryan answered calmly.

He knew that as long as he had access to the ingredients, he could deduce the fortress's logistical supply routes, personnel configuration, and even its weak points in defense by examining the types of ingredients, their freshness, and transportation traces.

For a master chef, the whole world is a menu filled with information.

The true nature of the so-called Hell's Kitchen trial will soon be revealed little by little on this special menu.

Time slowly passed in the monotonous and oppressive rhythm of the repentance ward.

For Lox and others, it was more like a paid vacation.

Listening to Ironjaw Jando shouting about justice outside every day, and watching him try to influence them with various spiritual lectures, has become the crew's greatest form of entertainment.

"This guy can squawk louder than the seagulls on our ship."

Wang Zhi yawned, turned over, and continued sleeping.

"I think he's very energetic. I wish I could have a fight with him."

Gatz, meanwhile, was doing push-ups on the side, every muscle radiating a thirst for battle.

Meanwhile, other areas of G-2 base are witnessing a true hellish scene.

On the vast training ground, hundreds of elite recruits, carefully selected from various naval branches and even CP agencies, are undergoing their final and most brutal sprint training.

They fought for their lives in an obstacle course personally designed by Zephyr and called the Forge of Justice. Underfoot lay lava that could erupt at any moment, overhead was a barrage of live ammunition, and beside them were comrades-in-arms, or perhaps competitors who might betray them at any moment.

"Too slow! You're slower than a sea king excreting!"

Zefa stood on the high platform like a tyrant, roaring in his booming voice, mercilessly criticizing every soldier he thought was not trying hard enough.

"Are your fists made of cotton? They can't even penetrate a steel plate, and you want to uphold justice? Don't be ridiculous!"

"Remember! Mercy to the enemy is cruelty to the people! What you will face in the future is a vicious monster like Lox, a threat capable of overturning the world! If you fall now, countless innocent civilians will fall in the future!"

Every word he spoke was like a heavy hammer blow, striking the hearts of these young sailors and tempering their courage and will time and time again.

Momousagi and Enke stood behind Zephyr, their eyes filled with complex emotions as they watched their comrades struggling in the mud and blood.

They knew that only by experiencing such hell could they truly transform into strong individuals capable of standing alone.

"Teacher Zefa."

Momousagi couldn't help but speak up.

"Do we really have to make them face those homeless people? I have a feeling... there's something wrong with those people."

"I know."

Zefa didn't turn around; his gaze remained fixed on the training field.

“Each of them is like a beast that has been chained up, with power within them far exceeding what they show. That is why they are the perfect test.”

A near-fanatical light shone in Zefa's eyes, the excitement of a top teacher discovering a superb teaching tool.

"I want my students to smash the fangs of these beasts with their own hands, so they will understand that no matter how powerful evil may be, it is powerless in the face of absolute justice! This lesson will become the most precious treasure in their lives."

He firmly believed that, under his absolute control, this group of wandering pirates was merely the final piece of his teaching plan, to be discarded once used.

In the repentance ward, in Ryan's cell.

A steaming bowl of soup, exuding a strange aroma, was placed in front of the energy barrier.

This was made by Ryan using the worst ingredients provided by the prison—dried fish bones, hardened potatoes, and some unknown pickled vegetable leaves.