A cook, vice-captain of the Rocks Pirates?

However, Kapna's unstoppable downward momentum suddenly halted.

He felt as if he were being held up by an invisible hand, a force that was gentle yet irresistible, completely dissipating the terrifying power in his fist that was enough to shatter the continent.

Immediately afterwards, a tremendous repulsive force came.

Kapna's burly body flew back like a bounced ball, even faster than when he came!

Chapter 110 A Clean and Decisive Victory

"This...this is..."

Garp steadied himself in mid-air, staring incredulously at his fist, then at the child holding the soup pot in one hand while the other remained raised.

In that instant, he clearly felt that the space around him was distorted and folded by an incomprehensible force.

That's neither gravity nor repulsion; it's a more advanced force.

This was an ability that Renn had redeemed from the system shop a year ago.

After a year of practice, I can now use it proficiently.

At this moment, Renn's strength is vastly different from what it was three years ago.

Back then, Rein couldn't control the outcome of that battle, but if the current Rein were in the God Valley battle, the Rocks Pirates would definitely not have lost.

"Observation Haki... can be used like this?"

Garp was completely dumbfounded.

He felt that his decades of combat experience across the seas and his understanding of domineering aura had been completely overturned by this brat today.

"Gurararara! Garp! I told you not to bother my head chef!"

Newgate's loud laughter finally pulled Karp out of his shock.

He looked at the small figure on the distant ship, who had already distributed the borscht to the other crew members and was now hitting Gatz on the head with a spoon because Gatz had stolen some of his soup. For the first time, a bitter smile appeared on his face.

"Monsters... what an unreasonable bunch of monsters..."

He muttered to himself.

This battle is unwinnable.

One white-bearded man was already enough of a headache for him, and now another head chef with unfathomable strength and bizarre abilities has appeared.

Most importantly, the naval elite he brought, the future hope of Kuzan, was rendered incapable of fighting by a single finger.

If the fighting continues, there will be no other outcome than losing all of G-1 Fleet's resources here.

"Hey! Sengoku!"

Garp suddenly roared at another area of ​​the sea.

Although he couldn't see it, he knew that Sengoku was definitely keeping an eye on the battle situation here.

"We've finished our rice crackers! That's it for today! Call it a day!"

Garp came up with an extremely perfunctory reason, yet it was very much in line with his style.

His voice carried across the entire ice field through his unique vocal range.

Gatz and the others, who were locked in a fierce battle with the vice admirals, were taken aback upon hearing this.

The naval officers and men, whose morale had already plummeted due to Kuzan's defeat and Rein's intervention, were relieved as if they had been granted a pardon.

"Retreat! Everyone retreat!"

On the flagship, an officer finally reacted and issued the order in a hoarse voice.

The naval fleet began to slowly retreat, orderly disengaging from the battlefield, while simultaneously dispatching a medical ship to carefully carry Kuzan, who was still embedded in the iceberg, back to the battlefield.

"Want to go?"

Gatz, carrying the anchor, said with some lingering enthusiasm, "I haven't had enough fun yet!"

"Alright, Gatz."

Newgate's voice rang out as he watched the departing fleet, his eyes deep and thoughtful.

"Let them go, we've already won today."

Yes, they won, and won cleanly and decisively.

With the strength of a single ship, they directly repelled the elite fleet led by the naval hero Garp.

Once this news gets out, it will surely shock the whole world.

The turning point for all of this came from the head chef, who was frowning at that moment because there were a few jars of ketchup missing in the kitchen.

With the navy's withdrawal, the frozen sea returned to calm.

All that remained was a desolate ice field and a group of pirates who were still eager for more.

"Hahaha! That was great! That was so much fun!"

Gatz slammed the anchor into the ice, creating a large crater, then ran up to Rein, his face full of admiration, and asked, "Head Chef! What was that move you just made called? The one that sent that sailor flying with a 'biu'! It was so cool! Teach me!"

Ryan glanced at him and said casually, "That's called tossing the pan, a basic cooking technique used to ensure the ingredients in the pan are heated evenly. You can't learn it."

Gatz: "..."

Dorum came running over with a long face, holding an abacus and typing away rapidly.

"Head Chef, I just did some calculations. Although your action didn't cause direct damage to the hull, the resulting spatial oscillation caused minor loosening of thirty-two precision parts inside the hull. The repair cost will be approximately... this much."

He showed Ryan an astronomical figure.

Ryan didn't even look at him, just walked past him and calmly said, "Get reimbursed by the captain."

Dorum: "..."

Marco flew back with lingering fear. He landed next to Renn, looking at the boy who was a few years younger than him with awe and a hint of...fear in his eyes.

He now finally understood why Renn always liked to study his flames.

In this man's eyes, he probably really is just a top-quality ingredient that needs to be paired with a specific menu to maximize its effects.

"Dad!"

Marco ran to Newgate's side, still shaken, and asked, "Was Rein... always this good? yOi?"

"Goo la la la la!"

Newgate patted him on the shoulder and laughed, "I didn't know he was so amazing, but isn't this the kind of surprise family brings?"

He looked around at his crew, at Rein who was chasing after Gatz over a bowl of soup, at Dorum who was inspecting the damage to the hull, and at Marco who looked on with admiration.

And Silver, silently polishing his spear in the shadows, was filled with unprecedented satisfaction and pride.

This is the home he wanted.

A group of monster family members who can rely on each other and bring surprises at crucial moments.

"Alright, men!"

Newgate's booming voice echoed through the sky.

"We've defeated the Navy, how can we not have a celebration banquet! Rein! Today I'm going to eat the biggest piece of roast meat and drink the strongest liquor!"

"We have meat, but we're out of wine."

Raine's voice came from afar.

"The fight just now shook the cellar door open, and all the wine spilled."

Newgate's smile froze on his face.

The deck was once again filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

……

In the evening, a grand victory celebration was held on the deck of the Moby Dick.

Raine prepared a sumptuous dinner for everyone using a rare ingredient called the Ice Scale Dragonfish, which he had caught from the ice field that afternoon.

The fish is grilled until crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, served in a milky white broth made from fish bones, and accompanied by a cold side dish of fish roe and seaweed.

Although there was no wine, the exquisite taste made up for everything.

While eating, Gatz gesticulated wildly, boasting about how he had knocked down three vice admirals that day.

Dorum, meanwhile, sighed and calculated the deficit from this voyage.

Marco listened to everyone's stories with curiosity, feeling himself gradually becoming part of this strange yet warm family.

Ryan sat alone in the corner of the kitchen, writing something in his notebook by the light.

[Experiment Report]

[Experimental subject: Ensign Kuzan, Navy Headquarters.]

[Attribute: Logia type, Ice-Ice Fruit.]

[Ingredient quality: Below average; energy development is still in its early stages; the ice is not pure enough and contains too many impurities, resulting in a crunchy texture and low energy conversion rate.]

[Cooking suggestion: Not suitable as a main ingredient for elaborate cooking. Consider using it in summer desserts such as shaved ice and smoothies, but it needs to be paired with a large amount of high-sugar sauce to neutralize its bitterness.]

[Weaknesses: High calorie content, high-purity Armament Haki, and... a chef's ladle.]

Overall rating: It's passable as an appetizer, but the taste is terrible; not recommended.

After writing the last sentence, Ryan closed the notebook.

He looked up at his family members laughing and playing on the deck, then at the vast, boundless sea reflecting the sunset in the distance, and a faint, heartfelt smile appeared on his calm face.

The future seems to be getting more and more interesting.

Chapter 111 A Bounty of 4.5 Billion!

News travels fast.

When the news of the G-1 elite fleet, led by naval hero Garp, suffering a crushing defeat in the Whirlpool Sea and being repelled head-on by the Whitebeard Pirates in a near-humiliating manner spread throughout the world via the News Bird, the entire world fell silent.

The New World, on a giant, whale-shaped pirate ship.

"Roger! Come look at this! Hahaha, Garp actually got humiliated!"

A blond, bespectacled man handed a newspaper to the captain next to him, who was wearing a straw hat, with a gloating smile on his face.

"Oh?"

Gol D. Roger took the newspaper, and when he saw the peculiar family portrait of the remnants of the Rocks Pirates, his gaze swept over the familiar faces, and finally settled on the small, seemingly inconspicuous figure standing in the corner.

"Whitebeard...and this brat named Rein..."

Roger's eyes gleamed with an unusual light, a kind of excitement and curiosity like discovering a new continent.

"Rayleigh, how many interesting creatures do you think are still lurking on this vast ocean?"

"Who knows? But if even Garp is willing to retreat, the guys on this ship are probably more interesting than what's written in the newspapers."

Rayleigh, the King of Hades, adjusted his glasses, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

At the same time, Marine Headquarters, Marinevando.

In the Marshal's office, Steel Bone Kong slammed the Den Den Mushi receiver on the table with a loud bang.

"Damn it! Garp! You've disgraced the entire G-1 fleet!"

On the other end of the Den Den Mushi came Garp's lazy voice, accompanied by crunching sounds.

"Well, what does it matter? No one died anyway. Besides, Sengoku's senbei really doesn't taste good; it tastes like paper."

Garp said nonchalantly, "However, Sora, I have to remind you, there's a brat on Whitebeard's ship who's even more troublesome than he is."

"That head chef?"

Steelbone Kong's voice became serious, and the report sent back by Sengoku also emphasized this person.

"Yes."

Garp's tone became unusually serious.

"That kid's abilities are very strange. I can't even understand how he made his move. Moreover, his strength is unfathomable. I feel like... he didn't even use his full strength."