A cook, vice-captain of the Rocks Pirates?

"Alala, it seems I underestimated you."

Kuzan pushed up his non-existent glasses, trying to mask his shock with his usual lazy tone, but his eyes, which suddenly became incredibly sharp, betrayed him.

"Kid, your ability is quite interesting, but the game ends here."

Kuzan's figure vanished instantly, leaving a crystalline ice path extending from the ice beneath his feet. He moved like a ghost gliding across the ice, rushing towards Renn at a speed too fast for the naked eye to follow.

He wanted to freeze this troublesome chef into an ice sculpture as quickly as possible!

"ice skates!"

Kuzan's right arm instantly transformed into an elemental blade, gleaming with a chilling light, and pierced straight into Renn's heart.

However, despite this blow that could freeze the soul, Renn's face remained expressionless.

He didn't even retreat; he simply turned slightly to the side just as the ice blade was about to hit him.

At the same time, the ordinary-looking long-handled ladle in his hand was lifted upwards at an incredible angle.

Ding!

A crisp, disproportionately soft sound.

The edge of the spoon collided precisely with the blade of the ice skate.

Kuzan felt an indescribable, extremely concentrated, and terrifying power emanating from that small spoon, instantly disintegrating the cold air and Armament Haki clinging to his ice blade.

Immediately afterwards, the force flowed upwards along his arm.

Click!

Kuzan's prized ice blade shattered like fragile glass!

"what?!"

Kuzan was terrified and immediately retreated, putting dozens of meters between himself and Rein.

He looked down at his arm, which was still trembling slightly but had returned to normal, and then at the boy opposite him who was still holding a soup spoon and whose posture had not changed at all. His eyes were full of shock.

In that brief exchange, he could clearly feel the power attached to the spoon by his opponent—that pitch-black Armament Haki that seemed capable of devouring everything. Its condensation and domineering power were incredibly strong!

How can this be? !

How could a teenager possibly possess such incredible Armament Haki?!

"The Armament Haki is good, but unfortunately, the temperature isn't high enough."

Ryan finally spoke, tapping the frozen railing beside him with his spoon, like a discerning gourmet critiquing an undercooked steak.

"Your ice has too many impurities and is not pure enough. It will affect the taste if you use it for sashimi. At most, it can only be used for shaved ice, and you will need to add a lot of syrup to cover up the bitterness."

Kuzan: “…”

He felt that his worldview was being ruthlessly destroyed by this brat in an extremely bizarre way.

"You...who are you?"

"I?"

Ryan tucked the ladle back into his chef's apron, looked up, and calmly stared at him.

"I'm just a chef."

"A chef who hates being disturbed while I'm preparing dinner."

The moment he finished speaking, Renn disappeared.

Without the explosive power of Shave or the ethereal grace of Moonwalk, he simply took a step forward, yet seemed to disregard the distance in space, instantly appearing before Kuzan.

Extremely fast!

Kuzan was shocked and tried to transform into his elemental form to escape, but was horrified to find that his body seemed to be locked by an invisible aura, and he could not even mobilize a trace of cold energy.

Ryan held up one finger.

It was a slender, pale finger that looked harmless, but it was wrapped in a layer of Armament Haki that was darker than the abyss and purer than the night.

Its domineering aura was so solid it was almost tangible, distorting the surrounding light like a miniature black hole.

Raine's fingers touched Kuzan's chest lightly, without a trace of hostility.

boom.

A faint, almost inaudible thud.

Kuzan's proud naval uniform had a small hole, about the size of a finger, silently appearing on the chest.

Immediately afterwards, an irresistible, spiraling penetrating force erupted within his body!

Chapter 109 A chef, a four billion bounty?

"puff!"

Kuzan spat out a mouthful of blood, his tall body flying backward as if struck head-on by a battering ram, carving a deep trench hundreds of meters long into the solid ice.

He eventually crashed into an iceberg he had created, leaving the entire iceberg riddled with cracks.

He struggled to stand up, only to find that all the bones in his body seemed to have been shattered, and he couldn't muster any strength.

The whole place was dead silent.

Whether it was Karp and Newgate who were engaged in fierce battle, Gatz and Dorum on the deck, or the tens of thousands of officers and soldiers on the naval fleet, they all stared in disbelief at this scene.

Kuzan, the strongest rookie in the Marine Headquarters and a Logia-type Ice-Ice Fruit user...

He was defeated in an instant by a chef who looked to be only a teenager, using just one finger...?

Raine withdrew his finger, glanced at his still clean fingertip, then looked at Kuzan, who was embedded in the iceberg in the distance, his life hanging in the balance, and his brows furrowed again.

"It's too crunchy; it doesn't even qualify as an appetizer."

He turned around, ignoring the outside noise, and walked back to the kitchen.

"Alright, now you can cook in peace."

All that remained was a calm yet terrifying silhouette that silenced the entire world.

The entire battlefield fell into an eerie silence because of Renn's nonchalant finger gesture.

The wind stopped, the waves subsided, and even the two demon-like figures in the sky temporarily ceased their battle.

Garp's eyes widened, his mouth agape as he stared at the small, thin figure slowly walking back to the kitchen, then at Kuzan, who was embedded in the iceberg in the distance, struggling to move. He felt his mind was starting to malfunction.

"What... happened just now?"

He instinctively asked Newgate, who was standing next to him.

Newgate was equally shocked, but after the shock came unparalleled elation and pride.

He sheathed his naginata, crossed his arms, and let out his signature loud laugh.

"Gurararararar! Garp, do you see that? That's the head chef of my Whitebeard Pirates!"

Chef?

Garp's lips twitched violently.

You call that guy who can kill the so-called monster rookie in headquarters with a single finger the head chef?

Are all your head chefs this qualified?!

"wrong……"

Garp's eyes suddenly sharpened as he stared intently at Rein's retreating figure, a long-sealed file, classified as top secret by the World Government, flooding his mind.

Three years ago, before the God Valley Incident, was the era when the Rocks Pirates ran rampant.

The naval intelligence department once received a top-secret report from the CP agency, which mentioned an extremely mysterious yet crucial figure on the ship Rocks.

That person was neither a combatant nor a navigator, but a cook.

It is said that the Rocks Pirates' terrifying ability to sustain combat and the fact that each crew member is as strong as a monster are all related to the chef's cooking.

Even more frightening is that, according to CP0's only close-up observation record, although this chef rarely took action, the strength he displayed even made the then-CP0 chief feel a chill.

At that time, the chef's bounty had reached three billion.

During the God Valley Incident, this chef displayed even more terrifying skills, almost leading the Rocks Pirates to victory.

If it weren't for the Roger Pirates joining the fight, and the Navy risking their lives to fight, the Rocks Pirates would probably have been the victors in that battle.

Ultimately, after the Rocks Pirates were destroyed, the Five Elders issued a top-secret bounty for this mysterious chef, which was never made public and only circulated among the top echelons of the organization.

The bounty on that wanted poster was second only to Rocks, Whitebeard, and Charlotte Linlin at the time.

Four billion peles!

One chef, four billion!

This figure sparked a heated debate among the Five Elders at the time, but was ultimately suppressed due to insufficient evidence and the destruction of the Rocks Pirates, and sealed in the Marine Headquarters' forbidden archives.

Garp just took it as a joke at the time.

But now, looking at the chef in front of him who was equally young, equally unfathomable, and equally possessed miraculous abilities, a name exploded in his mind like a thunderclap.

"The God of Cooking... Raine!"

Garp practically gritted his teeth as he uttered the name, word by word.

"Attention everyone! Target changed! That chef! Capture that chef! At all costs!"

Karp's voice was filled with an unprecedented solemnity and a hint of barely perceptible excitement.

He knew that he had encountered a true treasure today!

A monster more dangerous than Whitebeard, with potential even more terrifying than Rocks!

If we can kill him here, it will be the greatest achievement the navy has made in hundreds of years!

"Iron Fist - Meteorite!"

Karp ignored Newgate and with a powerful leap, he transformed into a true meteor, disregarding spatial distance and carrying the momentum to shatter everything, heading straight for the Moby Dick's kitchen!

He wanted to personally verify just how tough this legendary chef really was!

"Garp! I'm your opponent!"

Newgate roared, unleashing the full power of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit, and slashed a Sky-Splitting Slash toward Garp's inevitable path.

However, Garp neither dodged nor evaded, allowing the shockwave, powerful enough to tear space apart, to strike him.

puff!

Garp's back was slashed open with a deep, bone-revealing wound, and blood gushed out, but he didn't even flinch; instead, he moved even faster!

He traded injury for speed, determined to take down the chef before he could do something even more terrible!

"What a madman!"

Newgate cursed under his breath and immediately prepared to retreat on defense.

But it was too late.

Garp's figure had already appeared above the Moby Dick, and his iron fist, wrapped in black and red lightning, slammed down on the small kitchen like divine punishment!

This punch is enough to split the entire Moby Dick in two!

Dorum was so frightened that his eyes rolled back, Gatz's eyes were bloodshot, and Marco even transformed into his phoenix form to rush forward and defend.

At this critical moment.

The kitchen door opened.

Ryan came out carrying a pot of freshly made, steaming hot borscht.

He looked up at the iron fist that was falling from the sky, powerful enough to destroy everything, and his brows furrowed again.

"Honestly, they're all so noisy, how can anyone cook in peace?"

He grumbled somewhat impatiently.

Then, he made a move that made everyone's eyes nearly pop out.

He casually raised his free left hand towards Garp in the sky.

There was no golden light, no domineering aura, and not even any energy fluctuations.