A cook, vice-captain of the Rocks Pirates?

"This...this is..."

Joz's eyes widened like saucers as he stared at the small piece of jerky in his hand, then at Ryan, his eyes filled with shock.

Bista also curiously leaned over and took a bite, and his sharp eyes lit up immediately.

He felt his mind had become clearer, as if he could see through the trajectory of every grain of dust in the wind.

"How about it?"

"Raine asked calmly."

"……it is good."

Joz remained silent for a long time before finally squeezing out a single word through gritted teeth.

A simple word, yet it signifies a softening of his attitude.

Ultimately, faced with the overwhelming temptation of the delicious food and the disparity in strength, Jozu and Vista chose to compromise.

They led the Whitebeard Pirates to the top of Crystal Peak.

After carefully examining the diamond heart, Renn confirmed that it had reached its most perfect state of maturity.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Raine did not use a knife, but instead used a special technique, using his inner energy to control the force, to remove the extremely hard fruit intact.

"Alright, now we need a quiet place and a pot big enough."

Led by Jozu and Vista, they arrived at a huge cave deep inside the island, which was their usual residence.

The cave was very simple, with only a stone bed and a stone table, but it was kept very clean.

Without delay, Raine directed Gatz to set up the huge iron pot that had been brought down from the ship, and had Marco use the Phoenix Flame to provide the most stable and purest heat source.

Instead of putting the Heart of Diamond directly into the pot, he first used dozens of crystal petals collected from the island, each carrying different mineral energies, to make a soup base.

Only when the soup base turned a dreamy, iridescent rainbow color did he carefully place the fruit into it.

Throughout the cooking process, Ryan's movements were fluid and graceful, filled with a mysterious sense of ritual, which dazzled Joz and Vista.

They never imagined that cooking could be like a magnificent sword dance.

A few hours later, the moment the pot lid was lifted, an indescribable, crisp and mellow aroma instantly filled the entire cave.

The fragrance seemed to have a life of its own, penetrating into every pore of each person, making them feel as if their souls had been cleansed.

The diamond heart in the pot has completely melted, blending with the colorful broth to create a shimmering, rich soup that resembles a flowing galaxy.

Ryan divided the soup into several portions.

Joz and Vista looked at the glistening soup in their bowls, hesitated for a moment, and finally drank it all in one gulp.

The moment the soup entered their mouths, their bodies trembled violently as an immense, gentle yet resilient energy surged into their limbs and bones.

Their bodies began to gleam like diamonds, their bones crackled and popped, and their muscles became stronger and more powerful at a visible speed.

This is a transformative metamorphosis!

When the two opened their eyes again, their expressions had completely changed.

If they were two rough, uncut stones before, they are now two dazzling diamonds just beginning to shine.

They could clearly feel that their strength had increased by at least 30%!

The two exchanged a glance, both seeing shock and ecstasy in each other's eyes. Then, without prior arrangement, they walked up to Newgate and knelt on one knee.

"We are willing to follow you! To become your sons!"

This move stunned everyone.

Newgate stared at the two promising young men before him, momentarily stunned, before bursting into a thunderous laugh.

"Gurarararar! Good! Good! My ship has gained two more excellent sons!"

He pulled the two of them up from the ground, one in each hand, his face beaming with genuine joy.

Newgate stood to the side with his arms crossed, scoffing, "Tch, two more people are trying to steal our food."

Even so, he couldn't hide the smile in his eyes.

This ship is getting more and more interesting.

After the banquet, the Moby Dick set sail again.

Jozu and Vista stood on the deck, watching the island where they had lived for more than a decade gradually disappear from sight. They felt no reluctance, only boundless anticipation for the future.

They knew that from this day forward, a completely new and magnificent chapter would begin in their lives.

Ryan leaned against the kitchen window and wrote a new page in his notebook.

[Experiment Report - New]

[Experimental subjects: Joz (living), Vista (living).]

[Attribute: Paramecia type - Glint-Glint Fruit (speculated), no Devil Fruit ability - top-tier swordsmanship talent.]

[Ingredient Quality: Top-Tier. Both possess extremely high growth potential. Jozu's body is like the finest diamond, making him the theoretical material for creating the ultimate defensive dish; Vista's swordsmanship talent allows him to precisely cut any ingredient, making him a natural culinary assistant.]

[Cooking Tips: Jozu's diamondization ability can be used to create pressure cookers or for physical grinding; his body fragments can be used as top-quality whetstones. Vista's swordsmanship can be used to process ingredients that require extremely precise knife skills, such as pufferfish or phantom fish.]

[Weakness Analysis: Jozu is relatively weak against mental attacks, while Vista relies too much on technique and is somewhat lacking in strength. Their biggest common weakness... is probably still my cooking.]

[Overall Assessment: A perfect mobile shield and grinder, a perfect cooking assistant and taster, with immense strategic value. Long-term holding is strongly recommended, and we look forward to their future growth.]

After writing the last sentence, Ryan closed the notebook, looked at the figures on the deck who were already fighting, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

The future captains of the Whitebeard Pirates have already gathered on this ship.

This era is destined to become more wonderful because of their existence.

[Nine chapters updated today! Dear readers, please show your support! I'd love to get an extra chicken leg!]

Chapter 119 Supply Shortage

The arrival of Joz and Bista made the deck of the Moby Dick as lively as if a banquet was being held every day, but the price was that shipwright Dorum's hair was thinning and his dark circles were getting deeper.

"No! Absolutely not!"

Dorum spread his arms wide, like a mother hen protecting her chicks, standing firmly between Gatz and Joz, his face filled with tragic determination.

"If you two want to fight, jump into the sea and fight! I just reinforced this deck with shape memory alloy yesterday! It's still a baby!"

Gatz, carrying his enormous anchor, was beaming with eager excitement: "Dorum, get out of the way! I just want to see if my anchor is harder, or Joz's body is harder!"

On the other side, Joz stretched his limbs, his dark skin gleaming healthily in the sunlight. He grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, and beckoned to Gatz with his finger.

"Come on, I'll stand still and let you smash me. If you can leave a white mark on me, my share of the barbecue for dinner tonight is yours."

This bet instantly ignited Gatz's passion. Grilled meat—top-quality grilled meat personally grilled by the head chef, brushed with a secret sauce, enough to elevate the soul!

"That's what you said!"

Gatz's eyes were red. He raised the anchor high above his head, his muscles bulging, and an aura of tyranny and domineering force soared into the sky.

"Giant Anchor - Meteorite Fall!"

He roared and slammed the several-ton anchor down on Joz's chest with tremendous force.

Joz neither dodged nor evaded; just as the anchor was about to hit him, he crossed his arms in front of him to protect himself and gave a low shout.

hum-

A dazzling, diamond-like light instantly covered his entire body!

clang!

With a deafening metallic clang, Gatz's powerful anchor slammed solidly into Joz's arms.

The expected scene of bones shattering did not occur. Gatz felt as if his anchor had struck an unshakeable diamond mountain, and a recoil force even more violent than when he attacked surged from the anchor.

"Wow!"

Gatz screamed as his massive body was struck head-on by a battering ram, sent flying through the air along with the anchor, tracing a perfect parabola before crashing into the sea with a splash, creating a towering wave.

Joz lowered his arm, completely unharmed, without even changing his posture.

He blew non-existent dust off his arm and grinned at Gatz, who was splashing around in the sea: "You're strong, but not so smart."

On the deck, Vista leaned against the mast, carefully wiping his twin swords with a piece of silk cloth.

He did not participate in this contest of pure strength; his gaze fell on the silent figure at the stern of the ship.

Silver had his eyes closed, and his spear thrust out at an extremely slow speed. Each thrust was silent, yet it seemed to pierce a small hole in the air.

Vista's eyes sharpened. He could sense that although the man's aura was restrained, the sharpness gathered at the tip of his spear was more dangerous than any swordsman he had ever seen.

"Hey, you there with the gun."

Vista spoke, his voice carrying a hint of the pride unique to swordsmen.

"Interested in a contest? Let's see if your spear is faster or my sword is faster."

Silver slowly opened his eyes, his cold gaze sweeping over. He didn't speak, but simply pointed the tip of his gun at Vista.

The meaning is self-evident.

A top-level skill showdown is about to begin.

"Stop it all!"

Dorum roared again, like a worried old father, pointing to the two cracks on the ship's side caused by Gatz's jump, tears welling up in his eyes.

"One of you is trying to damage the ship, and the other is trying to poke holes in it. Do you want me to sink to the bottom of the sea with this ship?!"

"Goo la la la la!"

Newgate leaned back in his captain's chair, looked at his energetic crew, and burst into hearty laughter.

This is the kind of family he wanted: strong, noisy, and full of irreplaceable energy.

However, happy days are always short-lived.

With the increase in crew members, especially the addition of Gats and Jozu, two monsters whose appetites were proportional to their strength, the ship's supplies were consumed several times faster.

That noon, Ryan served the last pot of sea monster rib soup and calmly announced news that froze everyone's smiles.

"The meat is all gone."

Ryan pointed to the empty kitchen.

"The vegetables are all gone from yesterday, and there's only enough flour for tomorrow's breakfast. As for the wine..."

His gaze fell on the last empty barrel at Newgate's feet.

Newgate's smile vanished instantly.

"That is to say..."

Gatz's mouth was agape enough to fit a dinosaur egg, and his face was filled with a despair akin to the end of the world.

"Are we going to run out of food?"

The atmosphere on the deck instantly transformed from a lively party into a somber memorial service.

Although they could supplement their diet by hunting fish in the sea, for these carnivorous monsters, eating fish alone was more unbearable than being killed.

Moreover, reserves of vegetables and fresh water are running low, which cannot be replenished from the sea.

"Dorum!"

Whitebeard's voice carried an undeniable air of authority.

"Find the nearest island immediately! We need supplies!"

Dorum scrambled into the cockpit, spread out all the nautical charts, and began rapidly tracing the charts with his fingers.

"Captain, we are currently in an uncharted sea area of ​​the New World. According to the markings on the nautical chart, the nearest island is at least six or seven days' journey away..."

These words made everyone's hearts sink.

Just then, Ryan, who had been silent all along, suddenly raised his head and sniffed the air gently, as if trying to discern the complex messages carried on the wind.

"To the left front, at a 30-degree angle, the journey will take about half a day."

Raine spoke calmly, but his eyes were unusually bright.

“There is an island there, and I can smell the mixture of earth, fresh water and more than three hundred different plants.”