A cook, vice-captain of the Rocks Pirates?

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 57 The Game Should End

What emerged was not the ferocious, menacing pirate they had imagined.

The man in the lead was tall, but looked disheveled, and seemed to have difficulty even standing up straight.

His companions behind him were also dejected. Some were drunk, some were emaciated from hunger, and there was a little kid carrying a huge food box that was completely disproportionate to his size, as if he was about to be crushed at any moment.

They looked like a group of homeless people who had just suffered a crushing defeat and whose confidence had been completely shattered.

This is... the legendary, vicious pirate?

Is this the final boss of their graduation ceremony?

The young naval elites looked at each other, their eyes filled with disappointment and contempt.

"That's it?"

The warrior carrying the large axe spat disdainfully, "It's not even enough for me to chop with one swing."

Laurene frowned as well. She sensed something was wrong, but couldn't quite put her finger on it.

Zefa, watching this scene from the command center, nodded in satisfaction.

Very good, everything is going according to his plan.

First, use brutal trials to push the students' potential to the limit, then use a group of seemingly powerful but actually weak enemies to build their absolute confidence.

"See that, Momousagi?"

Zefa said in a deep voice, "This is despair. Even the fiercest beast will eventually have all its claws worn away in the face of the iron wall of justice."

However, the moment he finished speaking...

At the pinnacle of glory, Rocks, who had always played the role of a down-on-his-luck captain, slowly raised his head.

His eyes, which had been dull and lifeless, suddenly burst forth with a brilliance that could devour the sun and moon, a radiance that looked down upon the world.

He no longer hunched over, but straightened his mountain-like body.

That deliberately suppressed, terrifying, domineering aura, like an ancient beast breaking free of all its shackles, suddenly awakened!

In an instant, the entire Glory Summit changed color!

The sky seemed to darken, the air became thick and sticky, and a fear emanating from the depths of their souls gripped the throats of every naval elite present.

“Wahahahaha…”

Rocks' laughter was no longer weak as before, but filled with unbridled arrogance and cruelty.

He cracked his neck, making a series of snapping sounds, and glanced contemptuously at the group of terrified victors before him.

"Thank you, Zephyr, for the stage you prepared for us. It was magnificent, but also... fragile."

His crew members behind him also dropped their disguises at the same time.

Newgate's languid eyes gleamed with a sharp light, and an invisible force caused the ground around him to tremble slightly.

Lingling licked her lips, her eyes filled with ecstatic joy and greed at the sight of countless delicious desserts. Prometheus the sun and Zeus the thundercloud emerged from her hair, emitting joyful cries.

The gourd in Wang Zhi's hand had been opened at some point. He took a big gulp, and beneath his drunken, hazy eyes lay a sharp insight that seemed to see through everything.

Gatz slammed the massive anchor into the ground with a deafening roar, creating a huge crater in the hard volcanic rock, with cracks spreading out like a spider web.

"Finally, I can move my muscles and bones! My bones were practically rusting!"

Meanwhile, the boy named Ryan, who had been carrying the box, calmly placed the huge food box on the ground and opened it.

There were no ingredients inside, only rows of gleaming, uniquely shaped kitchen knives.

He picked up the one that felt most comfortable in his hand; the blade reflected a cold light in the sunlight.

"Warm-up complete, time for the main course."

This sudden and astonishing reversal left everyone present speechless.

The contempt on the faces of those naval elites had vanished without a trace, replaced by endless fear and despair.

They finally realized that they were not facing some stray dogs at all.

They were lambs who had wandered into the dragon's lair.

In the command center, Zephyr's smile froze completely. His pupils contracted sharply as he stared intently at the arrogant Rocks on the screen, a chill running down his spine.

"You... you..."

When Rocks and the others removed their disguises, Zeff, as a general, instantly recognized their origins.

Rocks Pirates!

Zefa finally realized what a foolish and fatal mistake he had made.

He wasn't taming a beast; he was inviting a wolf into the house!

He personally led the most ferocious Trojan horse into the heart of his most prized fortress!

"All personnel on high alert! All personnel on high alert!"

Zefana's roar, distorted by rage and terror, echoed throughout the entire G-2 base via the radio.

"This is not a drill! This is not a drill! All combat personnel, proceed immediately to the Pinnacle of Glory! Target: The Rocks Pirates! Kill them without mercy!"

However, it's too late.

Looking at the group of naval elites before him, who had lost all fighting spirit and were trembling like leaves, Rocks revealed a cruel smile.

He raised his right hand and gently clenched it towards the sky.

"Alright, it's time to end the game."

An invisible, twisting gravitational force instantly enveloped the entire mountaintop.

The weapons in the hands of those young sailors, whether swords or guns, all flew out of their hands and into the air uncontrollably.

Like iron filings attracted by a magnet, they eventually coalesced into a massive, twisted storm of steel, hovering above Rocks' head.

This move completely shattered their last psychological defenses.

"Now……"

Rocks' voice, like the pronouncement of death, rang in the ears of every desperate sailor.

"Who comes first?"

……

The pinnacle of glory has been transformed into a one-sided slaughterhouse.

The air was thick with the stench of blood and an atmosphere of despair, a stark contrast to the earlier triumphant joy of the naval elites.

"Hahaha! You guys are too weak! You're not even as strong as the iron gate of G-5 Fortress!"

Gatz's maniacal laughter echoed across the mountaintop. With each swing of the giant anchor in his hand, it was like a merciless battering ram, smashing several elite naval soldiers, shields and all, into the air, breaking bones and instantly rendering them incapable of fighting.

He didn't even use his full strength; he was simply enjoying the pure crushing power and venting all the frustration he had accumulated on the ship.

"His steps were disordered, his will was weak, and he didn't even qualify me to fire a second shot."

Silver's figure moved like a ghost through the chaotic battlefield.

The spear in his hand was no longer just a point of contact as before, but had transformed into a deadly venomous snake.

Each thrust precisely pierced the enemy's Armament Haki, striking the vital points, yet cleverly avoiding fatal wounds, leaving only deep, bone-revealing bloody holes that rendered them helpless in excruciating pain.

For him, this wasn't even a battle, but rather a somewhat tedious practice to test his skills.

Chapter 58 The Biggest Joke

"Hey, are your bones too brittle? I haven't even put any effort into it, how come you've already fallen over?"

Dorum stood there, like an unshakeable iron tower.

He didn't even bother to swing his axe, simply letting the navy's attacks rain down on him.

Swords and blades struck his skin, sending sparks flying and producing a clanging metallic sound, but not even a white mark was left.

Several marines who tried to attack him with physical skills were instead shocked by the force of his body's recoil, causing their arms to go numb and their tiger's mouths to split open.

The sense of despair brought about by this absolute defense is more devastating to one's will than a direct attack.

The real nightmare was those two figures that resembled demons.

Newgate didn't even leave his spot; he simply slammed his naginata to the ground, and an invisible shockwave radiated outwards from him.

The hard volcanic rock surface at the summit of glory rippled like the surface of a lake where stones had been thrown in.

All the naval elites who stepped into this area, regardless of their strength, felt their legs go weak and their bodies lose their balance.

Immediately afterwards, a terrifying shockwave emanating from the earth shot from their feet to the top of their heads, churning their internal organs, causing them to spit out blood, and collapse in droves.

"Gurarararar...a bunch of brats who can't even stand properly, dare to talk about justice?"

Newgate, clutching the barrel of wine, yawned listlessly, his eyes filled with disappointment.

Lingling was even more direct; she was like a child who had wandered into a candy store, with an innocent yet cruel smile on her face.

The sun Prometheus transformed into a giant flaming whip in her hand, each swing unleashing a sea of ​​fire that scorched several sailors, leaving them battered and screaming in agony.

Zeus, the thundercloud, hovered above her head, occasionally unleashing thick bolts of lightning that scorched the navy soldiers who were trying to form a battle formation.

"Hahaha! You smell amazing! You'll probably taste even better when you're cooked!"

Lingling's appetite seemed to be ignited by the battle. She looked at the figures struggling in the flames and lightning, her huge eyes gleaming with the light of someone seeing top-quality ingredients.

Laurene, the genius girl on whom Momousagi had placed high hopes, was now covered in blood, desperately using a dagger to support herself on the ground and prevent herself from falling.

Her speed and skill, which she was so proud of, were a joke in front of these monsters.