A cook, vice-captain of the Rocks Pirates?

Those bounty hunters who were considered ruthless by ordinary people were as fragile as paper in front of him, and they all fell down screaming.

Gatz, Silver, and Dorum also dealt with their respective opponents, walked behind Lox, and watched him display his might with eyes full of awe and fervor.

Ryan then carried his frying pan to the kitchen in a corner of the square.

The chefs there were already trembling with fear, hiding under the table.

Ryan ignored them and walked straight to the stove. His eyes swept over the prepared ingredients, and then he frowned.

"Serving guests with such stale ingredients, are they trying to poison them?"

Raine's voice wasn't loud, but it sent a shiver down the spines of the hiding chefs.

He scooped a fish out of a basin; its eyes were cloudy and its gills were dark.

He picked up another piece of beef, pressed it with his finger, and found the meat to be loose and lacking in elasticity.

"This is the greatest insult to chefs and food."

Raine's voice turned cold.

He turned around and looked outside at the battle that had already ended.

Rocks had his foot planted on the chest of the last bounty hunter who was still breathing, and was interrogating him.

Ryan went outside and said to Lockes, "Captain, may I borrow this kitchen?"

Lox was somewhat surprised, but nodded nonetheless: "Whatever you say."

Ryan went back into the kitchen and said to the chefs who were practically wetting themselves with fear, "Bring out all the best and freshest ingredients here. If I find you hiding anything..."

He shook the frying pan in his hand; the pan was still stained with Lyca's nosebleed.

The chefs dared not disobey, and scrambled to carry out their private stash of top-quality ingredients from the cellar and freezer.

Freshly slaughtered lambs, still-lively lobsters, and rare vegetables smuggled from nearby areas.

Ryan nodded in satisfaction.

Then, he lit the largest bonfire in the center of the square, placed a huge iron mesh on it, and began his performance.

Chapter 7 The Forgotten Prehistoric World

Raine didn't make any complicated dishes; he simply prepared the freshest lamb chops, lobster, and vegetables in the most basic way and then grilled them over a fire.

But as Raine secretly used the Endless Flavor Bottle again, sprinkling on those secret spices invisible to the naked eye, an aroma more domineering and tyrannical than any previous banquet soared into the sky.

The aroma seemed to possess a magical power, quickly spreading throughout the entire whisky mountain.

The townspeople, terrified by the battle and hiding in their homes, dared not go out. Upon smelling this aroma, their stomachs rumbled uncontrollably.

Some of the bolder ones quietly opened the windows, greedily inhaling the fragrance in the air.

The bounty hunters, who were half-dead from being beaten by Lox and were lying on the ground groaning, were invigorated by the fragrance. Their survival instincts made them look involuntarily toward the source of the scent.

Lockes was also curious, wondering what Rain was up to.

Soon, the first batch of roasted meat was ready.

Golden lamb chops sizzled, glistening red grilled lobsters gleamed enticingly, and vibrant grilled vegetables garnished the dishes.

Instead of sharing the food with Rocks and his men, Ryan took a plate of roasted lamb chops and walked up to the highest-ranking bounty hunter whom Rocks had trampled underfoot.

The man stared at the lamb chops, which were right in front of him and emitted a deadly aroma, and swallowed his saliva frantically.

Ryan crouched down, handed the plate to him, and calmly asked, "Who is the boss of the Mosk union? Where is the headquarters? How many members are there? Tell me everything you know."

A flicker of struggle crossed the man's eyes.

Raine didn't rush him, but simply picked up a lamb chop and took a small bite in front of him.

Click...

The crispy outer layer is bitten into, and the tender meat juices instantly overflow.

The rich aroma assaulted the person's sense of smell and sight at close range.

This is more agonizing than any form of torture.

"I'll talk... I'll talk! I'll tell you everything!"

The bounty hunter completely broke down, and he spilled everything he knew about the Mosk Guild.

Ryan nodded in satisfaction and tossed the lamb chop from the plate to him.

The man was overjoyed and, ignoring his injuries, began to devour the food, tears streaming down his face as he ate, whether from pain or from the deliciousness, it was unclear.

Lox was stunned for a moment when he saw this, then burst into a deafening laugh.

"Hahaha! Excellent! Using food to pry open the enemy's mouth! As expected of my head chef! This trick is even more effective than my fists!"

Next, Ryan did the same thing.

He used unparalleled deliciousness as a weapon to completely destroy the psychological defenses of these tenacious bounty hunters, one by one.

Suddenly, an extremely bizarre scene unfolded in the square.

A group of pirates were leisurely enjoying a barbecue, while a group of bounty hunters, half-beaten to death, were scrambling to betray their organization in order to get a bite of grilled meat.

Gatz stared in disbelief, then gave Ryan a thumbs-up, his face full of admiration: "Head Chef, your move... was absolutely brilliant!"

The interrogation banquet lasted until dawn.

The Rocks Pirates not only emerged unscathed, but also plundered a large number of Berries from these bounty hunters, and obtained detailed intelligence about the Mosk Guild and the forces in the first half of the Grand Line.

As they prepared to leave, the townspeople of Whiskey Peak spontaneously filled the harbor.

They watched the departing pirates with complex expressions.

They neither cheered nor cursed; they simply watched silently.

Ryan tossed a package full of food to a little girl in the crowd who looked the hungriest.

After doing all this, he boarded the ship without looking back.

The ship set sail, and Lockes stood at the bow, unfolding the latest nautical chart he had obtained from the bounty hunter.

"We've become famous."

Rocks waved a newspaper he had just bought from Whiskey Peak Newsbird, which prominently featured their portraits and bounty posters.

Although the amount wasn't high—the highest being only 30 million Berries for Rocks—the name Rocks Pirates made its debut on the world stage for the first time.

"Captain, where are we going next?"

"Dorum asked."

Lockes looked at the chart, his finger tracing its path, finally stopping at one spot, a look of interest spreading across his face.

"According to intelligence, the next island is a prehistoric island called Little Garden, where two giants have been fighting for over fifty years."

He turned to Ryan, grinning, "Head Chef, interested in dinosaur meat?"

Ryan was wiping his frying pan when he heard this and paused.

He raised his head, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

"Dinosaur?"

There is indeed a record of this ancient creature in Raine's food catalog.

That's a very rare and high-end ingredient.

A slow smile crept onto Ryan's lips.

"Somewhat interested."

……

The Rocks Pirates' wrecked ship had been tossed about for more than half a month in the unpredictable weather of the Grand Line.

Besides eating, Gatz's favorite thing to do every day is to pester Renn to tell him what they're going to eat next.

He repeatedly fantasized about the taste of dinosaur meat, drooling as he spoke, which made Silver, who was standing nearby, unable to resist moving a few steps away.

"Head Chef, is dinosaur meat as big as a mountain? Is one leg enough to feed us for a year?"

Gatz carried his anchor, his eyes gleaming with a longing for the unknown ingredients.

"do not know."

Ryan was maintaining his kitchen knife, speaking calmly.

"For unprocessed ingredients, size is meaningless."

"If this wrecked ship really hits a dinosaur, we'll be the ones falling apart."

Shipwright Dorum tapped on a loose plank, his usual pessimistic tone betraying a hint of expectation in his voice.

Finally, Silver sent out a signal from the lookout tower.

"An island has been spotted ahead. It has a huge outline and the plants are... primitive."

As the ship drew near, everyone was awestruck by the sight before them.

This doesn't feel like an island at all; it's more like a forgotten prehistoric world.

Giant ferns that blot out the sky form a lush green canopy, while uniquely shaped towering trees pierce the clouds.

The air was filled with a humid, primal scent, a mixture of earth and humus, and occasionally, long, drawn-out roars emanating from the depths of the island, belonging to no known creature.

"Gulu..."

Gatz swallowed hard, a mixture of excitement and nervousness swirling within him.

"This place... is awesome!"

Rocks stood at the bow of the ship, his wild black hair dancing in the humid wind. There was no fear on his face, but rather the excitement of a hunter who had found his primal prey.

"Men, are you ready to eat?"

The ship carefully navigated around the island, searching for a suitable landing point.

Just then, a deafening roar came from the center of the island, and the ground seemed to tremble.

boom!

A thick plume of smoke rose from the depths of the jungle.

"What's going on? A volcanic eruption?"

Dorum's expression changed.

"Not like."

Silver's gaze was sharp as an eagle's: "It's more like... a collision of some enormous forces."

Lox licked his lips, a fighting spirit rising in his eyes: "Interesting, let's go take a look."

Chapter 8 Dorry and Brogy

The boat docked at a secluded river mouth, and several people disembarked.

Ryan hung the frying pan he had seized at Whiskey Peak and polished to a gleaming shine on his back, looking somewhat out of place, but no one dared to laugh at him.

They followed the sound of fighting as they traversed the primeval jungle.

The insects here are all frighteningly large; dragonflies with wingspans of up to a meter can swoop over their heads.

After walking for about half an hour, the woods ahead suddenly opened up, revealing a huge clearing.

In the center of the open space, two enormous creatures were engaged in an earth-shattering duel.

Those were two giants.

A man wearing blue armor, with a red beard braided into a thick plait, wielding a giant sword almost as tall as a hill.

The other was dressed in red armor, with an equally wild green beard, and his weapon was a similarly enormous battle axe.

At this moment, the greatsword and the battle axe were colliding fiercely, bursting out with dazzling sparks and deafening roars.

The ground beneath their feet had been trampled into a mess, and the surrounding giant trees had been snapped in half, as if they had just weathered a storm.

"Hey! Blue Oni Tori! Your slashes seem duller today!"