A cook, vice-captain of the Rocks Pirates?

[Weakness Analysis: Armament Haki can inflict effective damage on it, but its regenerative abilities will quickly repair it. It seems to have an unusual obsession with pineapples, which could be used as an effective means of luring or appeasing it. Its biggest weakness... might be the pineapple pie I made.]

[Overall Assessment: This top-tier ingredient can fly, has self-healing properties, and even comes with a portable oven. Its strategic value far exceeds its combat value. Highly recommended. Long-term holding and sustainable development are advised.]

After writing the last sentence, Ryan closed the notebook, looked up, and was about to check on Marco's cooking when a strange, eerie smell, a mixture of putridity and sweetness, wafted in from the sea breeze without warning.

The smell was faint, yet extremely penetrating, as if it could directly enter a person's nasal cavity, stirring up the most primal desires and nausea within.

"Ok?"

Renn's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.

He is not a superhuman, but his perception of taste has long surpassed the limits of human beings.

He could clearly distinguish that the smell contained at least a hundred different substances, including the stench of rotting sea creatures, the sweetness of highly poisonous seaweed, and... a very faint trace of human sweat.

"What's going on? This smell...it's awful...ugh..."

On the deck, Dorum, who was chasing Gatz, suddenly stopped and began to gag, covering his nose.

Gatz stopped too, took a deep sniff, and exhaled two puffs of white air from his huge nostrils.

"What is this smell? It's like a hundred sea king corpses thrown into a cesspool and fermenting for a hundred years!"

Newgate's face darkened. He put down the barrel and slowly stood up.

His powerful Observation Haki allowed him to sense that something was approaching at high speed, and there was more than one.

"Men, be on guard!"

Newgate's voice was as loud as a bell, instantly turning the playful atmosphere on the deck into a somber one.

Just then, Marco rushed out of the kitchen in a panic, his handsome face filled with terror.

"Dad! Something terrible has happened! The ingredients in the kitchen... are rotting rapidly! yOi!"

Before the words were even finished, the calm sea around the Moby Dick suddenly exploded!

boom! boom! boom!

Three oddly shaped submarines, resembling steel hyenas, broke through the water and surrounded the Moby Dick in a triangular formation.

On the deck of the lead submarine, a tall, thin man with a sickly smile stood there, greedily sniffing the air and letting out a piercing laugh.

"Hehehehe...Found it, found it! The scent of 4.5 billion Berries! It's... irresistible!"

He is Caribou, a Paramecia-type user of the Niffler Fruit, who can track everything by scent and create a stench that can cause organic matter to rot rapidly or induce hallucinations.

"Big brother, stop talking nonsense!"

On the submarine behind him, his younger brother Corrib had already set up a menacing-looking cannon, the top of which gleamed with the unique eerie blue light of seastone.

"Let's finish this quickly and catch that brat. Then we'll be the richest bounty hunters in the world!"

Corrib grinned maliciously and pressed the launch button.

A massive fishing net, wreathed in a ghostly blue light, descended upon Renn on the deck at a speed too fast for the naked eye to perceive!

The massive net woven from seastone drew a deadly arc in the air, carrying the domineering power to seal off all ability users, and hurtled straight towards Rein.

However, it was facing the most unreasonable group of monsters on the Moby Dick.

"court death!"

Newgate didn't even bother to get up; he simply tossed the barrel of liquor in his hand forward casually.

The enormous oak barrel spun rapidly through the air, producing a dull whistling sound, and struck the center of the sea stone net with pinpoint accuracy.

boom!

With a loud bang, the barrel exploded, and the aged rum burst open like mist.

The incredibly strong net was also knocked to the side by this sheer force, grazing the gunwale of the Moby Dick before falling into the sea.

"what?!"

A look of surprise crossed Corrib's face.

"Hahaha! You think you can catch our head chef with this little skill? Trying to tickle me?"

Gatz roared like thunder. Carrying the giant anchor, his massive body leaped into the air like a meteorite, crashing down on the submarine where Corrib was.

"Giant Anchor - Mountain Collapse!"

The battle reached a fever pitch in an instant.

"Hehehehe... Don't rush, the real show is just beginning."

Carib looked at Gatz charging towards him with a strange smile on his face. He took a deep breath and then suddenly opened his mouth.

"The Terrifying Realm: A Corrupt Illusion!"

A thick, yellowish-green fog, visible to the naked eye, spewed from his mouth, instantly enveloping the battlefield within a radius of several hundred meters.

Chapter 114 One-Finger Instant Kill

The fog not only has a corrosive quality that can quickly rust even steel, but more terrifyingly, it can directly affect a person's nerves, stirring up the deepest fears and creating the most realistic hallucinations.

Just as Gatz was in mid-air and inhaling the mist, his body suddenly stiffened.

The scene before his eyes changed instantly.

He was no longer at sea, but had returned to his hungry childhood, where he was being chased and beaten with sticks by the entire village for stealing a piece of bread.

He was surrounded by voices criticizing and cursing him.

"Monster! Get out!"

"You good-for-nothing! You don't deserve to live in this world!"

"Ahhhh!"

Gatz clutched his head, letting out a painful roar, and his massive body plummeted helplessly from mid-air, crashing into the sea with a deafening roar, creating towering waves.

"Gatz!"

Dorum cried out in alarm. He tried to rush over, but found that the deck beneath his feet was rotting and softening at a visible speed, turning into a puddle of sticky mud.

"My boat! My precious darling!"

Dorum let out a scream even more piercing than Gatz's; he felt his heart, like the deck, was rotting.

"Dad!"

Marco transformed into a phoenix, with blue-green flames burning around him, attempting to purify the foul-smelling area.

However, while his flames could burn away physical objects, they could not dispel the illusion that affected the mental realm.

He felt the scene before him distort, and countless dead comrades appeared before him, questioning why he had failed to protect them.

"Marco...why...why didn't you save us..."

"No...it's not..."

Marco's flames instantly became chaotic, and he lost his composure.

Caribou's Sniff-Sniff Fruit ability is both bizarre and deadly. It doesn't cause direct harm, but it can undermine the enemy's will from within, plunging even the strongest warrior into a nightmare of self-doubt.

"Gurarararar... This is an interesting ability."

Newgate was the only one unaffected; his overwhelming Conqueror's Haki was enough to crush all illusions.

He stood up, preparing to use a shockwave to completely obstruct the thick fog along with the three submarines.

"Don't move, Whitebeard."

Caribou's voice rang out again, tinged with a smug grin.

On the other two submarines, several bounty hunters had already set up more than a dozen specially made heavy cannons with muzzles flashing with a ghostly blue light, all aimed at Newgate.

“I admit you’re strong, but these are the latest Seastone armor-piercing rounds that we spent all our savings to get from the black market.”

"A salvo would probably leave even you battered and bruised, wouldn't it? Besides, are you really willing to let your beautiful ship and your lovely family perish together?"

Caribou's plan was clear: use his strange abilities to restrain the others, then use his Seastone weapons to intimidate the strongest Whitebeard, and then... capture the leader first.

His greedy gaze once again fell upon the small, thin figure who had stood motionless at the kitchen door the entire time.

"Kid, your bounty is mine now!"

Caribou vanished from his spot in an instant, and the foul-smelling gas spewing from his feet granted him the ability to fly, making him swoop down on Renn like a giant vulture.

Newgate's eyes turned cold, and he was about to make a move regardless of the consequences.

"Captain, no need."

A calm voice rang out, causing Newgate to stop what he was doing.

It's Rennes.

He looked up at the man approaching rapidly, emanating a nauseating stench, and his face showed undisguised disgust.

"It's really... a disgusting taste."

Renn slowly raised his right hand and extended one index finger.

It was a slender, pale finger that looked harmless.

“I hate it when people use this cheap perfume to pollute my kitchen while I’m preparing dinner.”

Kari-B looked at the finger with a mocking smile on his face.

"Still being stubborn even when you're about to die! You brat! Transform into..."

Before he could finish speaking, his pupils suddenly contracted.

He saw that the tip of Rein's finger was wrapped in a layer of black Armament Haki that seemed capable of distorting space.

The next second, Renn disappeared.

Caribou's internal alarm bells were ringing wildly. He wanted to dodge, but found himself unable to move, as if his body was locked in place by an unknown aura.

The next moment, Renn appeared, his finger lightly touching Caribou's chest.

"Food Techniques, Acupressure, Breath Holding"

A soft thud was heard.

A hole suddenly appeared in the chest area of ​​Caribou's prized special combat suit.

Karibu felt as if an invisible hand had gripped his lungs tightly, sucking all the air out instantly. His once-proud stench-filled domain came to an abrupt halt, like a fountain that had lost its source.

The illusion he had been living shattered, replaced by even greater fear.

He opened his mouth wide, but no sound came out. His whole body twitched helplessly in mid-air like a dehydrated fish, and then he fell headfirst down, crashing heavily onto the rotting deck.

One-finger kill.

With Karibu's defeat, the thick yellow-green fog that had enveloped the battlefield quickly dissipated.

Gatz snapped out of his hallucination, climbed out of the sea, and looked completely bewildered.

Marco regained his senses and stared blankly at the thin figure that was still holding up the extended finger.

Dorum stopped crying, his mouth agape enough to fit a cannonball.

Newgate's solemn expression transformed into unparalleled ecstasy and pride, and he burst into laughter.

The bounty hunters on the other two submarines were completely terrified by what they saw.

“Run…run!”

Someone shouted, and the remaining bounty hunters snapped out of their daze, turning their cannons around and maneuvering the submarine to dive and escape.

"Want to go?"

A cold voice sounded behind them.

It was Marco, who transformed into a blue phoenix, flapping his wings and carrying the fury of revenge, moving with lightning speed.

"It's time to settle the score from earlier! yOi!"

The battle ended faster than anyone expected.

When the notorious bounty hunter Carib, known for his ruthlessness in the New World, lay limp on the deck like a fangless snake, panting heavily but unable to utter a sound, the end of this farce was already sealed.

Marco's anger escalated into the most ferocious attack.