A cook, vice-captain of the Rocks Pirates?

The fact that the naval hero Garp could utter the words "unfathomable" is itself the most terrifying intelligence.

Steelbone Sky hung up the Den Den Mushi, his face so gloomy it could drip water.

He walked up to the huge world map, his gaze lingering for a long time on the turbulent seas of the new world, before finally dialing the red Den Den Mushi that led directly to the Holy Land of Mary Geoise.

between powers.

Five elderly men, their auras as obscure as an abyss, were silently looking at a top-secret report urgently submitted by CP0.

At the heart of the report was a somewhat blurry photograph, magnified several times.

In the photo, a fourteen-year-old boy is holding a soup pot in one hand, while casually raising the other hand to block the iron fist of naval hero Garpna, which is powerful enough to crush islands.

"Space distortion... is neither gravity nor repulsion."

The bald Five Elders holding the first generation Kitetsu had a hoarse voice, like two rusty iron plates rubbing against each other.

"It is a power that is even higher than that."

"He was also mentioned in God Valley's report."

The Five Elders, with their long white beards, said in a deep voice, "The Rocks Pirates' incredible surge in collective combat power at the end seems to be related to his cooking. At the time, we all thought it was the power of some kind of mental fruit, but now it seems we all underestimated him."

"A chef..."

A dangerous glint flashed in the blond Elder's eyes: "A chef who can create an endless number of powerful individuals through his cooking, and who himself possesses unknown and terrifying power..."

"History seems to be repeating itself in a way that we don't want to see."

"Can't wait any longer."

The Five Elders, who had been silent all along and had a scar on his forehead, finally spoke. His voice was not loud, but it carried an undeniable determination.

"This person's threat level must be raised to the highest level. His existence is more destructive to the balance of this world than Whitebeard himself."

"Give me the order."

The five elders, each wielding a knife, stood up, their eyes as cold as knives.

"Rewrite the bounty order, listing the Godly Chef Rein as a top threat target on par with Lockes! Notify all CP agencies to find him at all costs, and then... eliminate him!"

"As for the amount..."

The five elders exchanged a glance and finally uttered a number that sent shivers down the spines of the world.

"Four billion Berries!"

……

Onboard the Moby Dick, the atmosphere was completely different from the tense atmosphere outside; it was filled with a cheerful air.

Gatz continued to relentlessly pester Renn, trying to learn the legendary skill called "Frying Potatoes," but Renn ruthlessly rejected him, saying that Gatz couldn't even cut potato shreds evenly, and his huge body squatted in the corner drawing circles.

Marco has completely integrated into this strange family.

He listened with great interest as Dorum complained about how many internal damages the battle had inflicted on the ship and how much the repair costs had exceeded the budget. Occasionally, he would use his still-unskilled Regeneration Flame to scorch the damp planks for Dorum.

As a result, because the heat wasn't controlled properly, the deck almost caught fire, which led to a chaotic chase and beating from Dorum.

Newgate leaned back in his captain's chair, watching the group of clowns, drinking his wine, and letting out bursts of satisfied laughter.

This is the home he wanted.

Ignoring the noise on deck, Ryan sat alone in the corner of the kitchen, quickly jotting something down in his notebook by the light.

[Experiment Report - Continued]

[Experimental subject: Vice Admiral Monkey D. Garp, Navy Headquarters.]

[Attributes: Top-tier Armament Haki and Conqueror's Haki; a pure physical damage dealer.]

[Ingredient Quality: Supreme. Its life energy is as vast as a dormant volcano, capable of scorching the heavens and boiling the seas once it erupts. The meat is firm and full of explosive power. Every muscle fiber has been refined through countless trials, making it the perfect main ingredient for creating top-tier power-based dishes.]

[Cooking advice: It is not suitable for delicate cooking, as that would destroy its most original wild flavor. It is recommended to use the most bold cooking methods, such as roasting the whole animal on volcanic rock, or using its bones to make a rich broth, paired with the strongest liquor, in order to bring out its deepest deliciousness.]

[Weakness Analysis: Emotionally rich, easily influenced by family and food; attack style is wide-ranging and has many openings, but because its speed and strength are too brute, the openings themselves become meaningless. Its biggest weakness... seems to be the rice balls I make.]

[Overall Rating: A walking, humanoid source of top-tier ingredients; both taste and nutritional value are impeccable. Highly recommended.]

After writing the last sentence, Ryan closed the notebook.

He looked up, preparing to make dinner, when a newsbird fluttered its wings and landed in a panic on his windowsill, leaving behind a stack of brand-new wanted posters.

Ryan picked up a card at random and scanned it with his eyes.

When he saw the wanted poster with his own picture on it, and the excessively long string of zeros below it, even he showed a barely perceptible look of surprise on his face.

Chapter 112 The Ultimate Treasure on the Move

"Head Chef! What's that? Is there another bounty?"

Gatz's large head peeked in through the doorway. He snatched the bounty poster from Ryan's hand, and when he saw the number on it, his mouth instantly formed an "O".

"Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands... hundreds of millions... billions?!"

Gatz felt his brain wasn't working properly, so he rubbed his eyes hard and counted again.

"Four...four billion?! Head chef?! When did you become so valuable?!"

His earth-shattering scream instantly drew the attention of everyone on the deck.

Newgate, Marco, Dorum, and Silver all gathered around, and when they saw the contents of the bounty poster, the entire Moby Dick fell into an eerie silence.

The next second, Gatz reacted the fastest. He threw away the anchor in his hand and pounced on Renn with an agility that was completely out of proportion to his size. He grabbed Renn's leg and his face was full of the most fawning smile he had ever seen before.

"Boss! From today onwards, you're my boss! I'll carry your shoes from now on! Look at my physique, how about I be a meat shield for the food tasting?"

Four and a half billion peles.

This number was like a bomb dropped into a calm lake, creating a huge wave on the Moby Dick.

Dorum held the abacus, his fingers moving so fast they left afterimages. He tried to calculate how many Moby Dick ships this number could buy, but the abacus beads couldn't handle such a huge amount of information, and three of them broke on the spot.

Marco stared blankly at the unnaturally calm face of Rein on the bounty poster, then looked at his own rookie bounty of tens of millions of Berries, and for the first time began to have deep doubts about the price system of this world.

He felt that his own mythical beast species might not even be worth a single hair of the head chef.

"Gurarararar! Interesting! Really interesting!"

Newgate was the only one who could still smile. He picked up Gatz, who was clinging to Ryan's leg and refusing to let go, and threw him aside. Then he picked up the bounty poster, his smile filled with pride and a hint of helplessness.

"It seems those old guys in the World Government finally recognize a good deal."

He knew that behind this number lay not only strength, but also the World Government's deep-seated fear of Rein's ability to create monsters.

Ryan himself had no concept of the number. He simply took his bounty poster back from Gatz, looked at the photo on it carefully, and frowned slightly.

"This photo is poorly taken; the lighting is too dim, and it doesn't capture the color of the borscht."

Everyone: "..."

The commotion caused by the exorbitant bounty was finally brought to a forced end by Ryan's threat that if he didn't prepare dinner soon, he would starve.

Although the crew was still in shock, their desire for dinner eventually overwhelmed everything else.

For the next few days, the Moby Dick's voyage proceeded as usual.

After learning that his head chef's net worth had skyrocketed, Gatz trained even harder. He put a picture of Ryan on his anchor and roared at it every day, claiming that he would become a man worthy of a head chef worth 4.5 billion.

Marco grew increasingly in awe of Raine, even taking on odd jobs in the kitchen, such as using the flames of the phoenix to help Raine precisely control the oven temperature. However, due to his lack of experience, he almost roasted an entire sea king into charcoal.

Newgate continued to drink and sunbathe every day, but when he looked at Ryan, there was a hint of worry in his eyes that he himself did not realize, like that of an old father.

He knew that this bounty would make Ryan the target of all the ambitious people in the world.

And Rennes is still the same Rennes.

He prepares three meals a day on time, and in his spare time he sits in the corner of the kitchen, studying his strange and unusual ingredients, as if the ups and downs of the outside world have nothing to do with him.

……

The fermentation of news often takes longer than brewing wine, and it is far more intoxicating than the strongest liquor.

When the bounty of 4.5 billion Berries was sent to every corner of the world by the newsbirds, the ocean was in complete uproar.

It was no longer a silent shock, but a monstrous wave of greed, frenzy, and fear mixed with desire.

In the underworld of the new world, the Den Den Mushi (snail communication devices) in the hands of information brokers rang incessantly, each "buru buru" representing a bloody deal.

Raine's excessively calm face was imprinted on the kill list of countless bounty hunters, with the words "Walking Ultimate Treasure" marked in blood-red letters next to his photo.

The hyena, Carib, licked his chapped lips, crumpled the bounty poster in his hand into a ball, and his eyes gleamed with a morbid excitement.

He and his brother Corrib, a master of technology and poisons, are the most notorious bounty hunter brothers in the New World, known for their hyena-like sense of smell and ruthless methods.

They never confront the strong head-on; they prefer to quietly snatch the fattest carrion after the lions and tigers have fought.

And now, this piece of rotten flesh, worth 4.5 billion, is emitting an unprecedentedly enticing aroma.

"Brother, I've found it."

Corrib's voice came through a specially made Den Den Mushi (snail phone) that could block eavesdropping, with a cold, hoarse tone.

"Whitebeard's ship appeared in the Whirlpool Sea three days ago. Based on their speed and habits, their next supply point is likely to be Water Seven, or... it might be the uninhabited sea known as the Eye of the Storm."

"The Eye of the Storm? Hehehehe..."

Caribou let out a laugh that sounded like a hyena grinding its teeth.

"That's a perfect place to bury treasure. Tell the brothers to get our new toys ready. It's time to show this ocean the true power of technology and ruthlessness."

Meanwhile, the atmosphere aboard the Moby Dick was the complete opposite of the tense atmosphere outside; in fact, it could be said to be overly lively.

Since becoming the chief bodyguard of Chef 4.5 billion, Gatz has been in a state of euphoria.

He was no longer content with just waving the anchor on the deck, but expanded the training area to the entire ship.

His daily routine consisted of carrying the anchor, running from the bow to the stern, and then climbing from the mast to the bottom of the ship, which he called a comprehensive, three-dimensional patrol to ensure that no flies or mosquitoes could get close to their esteemed head chef.

As a result, several times the noise was so loud that it almost broke the railings that Dorum had just repaired, which led to the shipwright chasing after it with a hoarse voice.

"Gats! You stupid ox! That's a load-bearing beam! A load-bearing beam! Not for you to practice walking on stilts!"

"I'm testing the ship's pressure resistance! To protect the head chef, we must ensure everything is absolutely safe!"

Dorum was so angry he almost fainted. He felt that his heart, like the keel of the ship, was constantly teetering on the brink of breaking.

The way he looks at Gatz now is like looking at a moving, talking maintenance deficit.

Chapter 113 Paramecia-type Niff-Niff Fruit User

Marco, on the other hand, became completely integrated into the kitchen.

He was no longer satisfied with the rudimentary task of controlling the oven temperature with the Phoenix Flame, and began to learn how to handle some special ingredients under Rein's guidance.

For example, he could use his healing flames with exquisite control to roast a sea snake containing a trace of toxin, completely evaporating the toxin while preserving its delicious flesh to the maximum extent.

Marco discovered that this precise control over flames was far more difficult than simply unleashing fire in combat, opening up a whole new realm for his ability development.

Marco's gaze towards Renne has now shifted from awe to adoration.

Newgate still spends his days lounging on the captain's throne, drinking, basking in the sun, and watching his bunch of clowns frolic.

However, his gaze would always linger on Renn for a few more seconds without him noticing.

Besides relief, there was also a hint of worry in his eyes that he himself was unaware of.

He knew that the bounty was both an honor and a death warrant.

There are far too many hyenas on this ocean, driven mad by the lust for money and power.

And Rennes, at the center of the storm, remains the same Rennes.

Without fail, he prepares three meals a day for the crew, and in his spare time he takes out his notebook and updates his food catalog.

[Experiment Report - Continued]

[Experimental subject: Marco the Phoenix (live)]

[Attribute: Zoan type, Mythical Zoan, Phoenix Fruit.]

[Ingredient Quality: Above the highest level, its life energy is incomparably pure, like an inexhaustible spring, containing the power of regeneration. It is theoretically a perfect, perpetually functioning ingredient library that can be infinitely sourced.]

[Cooking suggestions: High-temperature cooking is not suitable, as it will destroy its unique regenerative properties. It is recommended to cook it at low temperatures or eat it raw. Its blood contains the most concentrated vitality and can be used to make top-grade restorative potions or broths. Its flame can be used for flameless cooking, which can perfectly lock in the moisture of the ingredients and give the dishes a unique healing flavor.]