A cook, vice-captain of the Rocks Pirates?

"Back off."

Newgate spoke, his eyes blazing with intense fighting spirit.

The next second, Newgate disappeared from the ship and then appeared on either side of the mechanical sea serpent.

"Gurgle gurgle gurgle! Let's see if your gears are harder, or my fist!"

Newgate laughed loudly, focusing the power of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit on a single point. Instead of causing widespread destruction, he unleashed a high-frequency vibrational shockwave with extremely precise control.

hum-

The invisible shockwave struck the mechanical sea serpent precisely at its vital spot, the core area where countless gears mesh most densely.

Click!Click!

The mechanical sea serpent's massive body suddenly stiffened, and the gears inside its body instantly dislocated and shattered under the terrifying high-frequency resonance, emitting a series of teeth-grinding metallic groans.

The seemingly indestructible steel behemoth, made of a special alloy, had countless parts and steam pipes burst open like popcorn.

After doing all this, Newgate floated back onto the deck as if nothing had happened.

With the death of the mechanical sea serpent, all the high-pressure steam inside its body leaked out, and the huge wall of fog that covered the sea surface also dissipated rapidly as if it had lost its energy.

An island of miracles, beyond description, finally revealed its true form to everyone.

It was an island made entirely of machinery.

The mountains are made up of countless rusty, enormous gears stacked together, and the rivers flow not with water, but with viscous, metallic-smelling lubricating oil.

The trees on the island are made of twisted copper wire, and each tree bears a light bulb-like fruit that still glows faintly.

Countless steam-powered robots of varying sizes and unique shapes are busily working on the island, some mining ore, others repairing the enormous spring mechanism. The entire island is like a giant, perfectly precise clock in operation.

"Oh my god...oh my god..."

Dorum's eyes nearly popped out of his head; he trembled with excitement as he pointed to a distant city made of brass, billowing steam.

"Look at the city's layout! The perfect symmetry! The efficient energy utilization! This...this is simply a shipwright's paradise!"

Just as everyone was awestruck by this breathtaking sight, a group of dwarfs, each less than a meter tall, with long white beards, dressed in craftsman's clothes and goggles, drove dozens of uniquely designed combat robots, each ten meters tall, and stormed out of the island, surrounding their ship.

An old and angry voice came from the loudspeaker on the chest of the leading robot.

"Outsiders! Leave my island immediately! Pirates like you who only bring destruction and plunder are not welcome here!"

The source of the sound was a little old man sitting on the robot's shoulders.

He appeared to be the leader of the group of dwarves, his beard braided into two pigtails, his face etched with disgust and disdain for pirates.

"What a tiny old man."

Gatz looked at him curiously, and even wanted to reach out and pinch him.

Newgate frowned, an impatient aura emanating from him: "We're here to build ships, not to play house with you tin cans."

Shipbuilding? Hahaha!

The old man seemed to have heard the funniest joke.

"You bunch of rude barbarians, do you think you deserve to own me, the creation of Gear Max, the greatest mechanical mastermind on Clockwork Island? My ship is a work of art, not a toy for scum like you to use for looting and plundering!"

"Do it!"

Master Max waved his hand, and dozens of combat robots behind him flashed red light in their eyes, raised their steam cannons and cutting saws, and launched an attack on Newgate's ship.

"court death."

A murderous glint flashed in Newgate's eyes.

However, before he could make a move, a figure stepped off the ship.

It's Rennes.

He ignored the weapons that gleamed with a dangerous, cold light and walked straight to Master Max's most imposing and majestic-looking robot vehicle.

Everyone was stunned, including Master Max.

Raine didn't look at the robots; his gaze fell on a small, butterfly-shaped mechanical pet on Master Max's shoulder that was fanning him.

The mechanical butterfly's wings were made of intricate gears and springs, and each flap created a gentle breeze.

But Renn keenly heard that when its wings flapped to a certain angle, they made a very subtle, discordant clicking sound.

Your pet is sick.

Raine spoke calmly.

Master Max was taken aback, then snorted coldly, "Nonsense! My little Wind Whisperer is my most perfect creation, how could it be sick!"

Even so, a barely perceptible hint of irritation flashed in his eyes.

This problem has been bothering him for several months. He has tried everything but can't find the cause or fix it.

This was a great humiliation for him, who considered himself the greatest master of mechanical engineering.

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Chapter 130 Completed Together

Raine ignored his stubbornness and simply pointed to the left wing of the mechanical butterfly.

"The thermal expansion coefficient of the third drive shaft on the left wing was calculated incorrectly. After long-term operation, it will deform by 0.01 millimeters, causing a deviation in meshing with the main gear, resulting in abnormal noise and aggravating the wear of the core spring."

Renn paused, then pulled a small oil bottle from his pocket.

"To completely solve the problem, the material of the drive shaft needs to be replaced, but for a temporary solution..."

He opened the oil bottle and dipped his finger into a drop of the crystal-clear oil, a special lubricant with an extremely low coefficient of friction that he had previously refined using honey from the Gluttonous Island and some kind of deep-sea fish oil.

He flicked the drop of oil with perfect precision onto the joint of the mechanical butterfly's wing.

Nourishes...

With a soft sound, the sound of the mechanical butterfly flapping its wings instantly became incredibly smooth and fluid, and the annoying clicking sound was gone.

The whole world seemed to fall silent at that moment.

Master Max's face, which was etched with arrogance and anger, froze completely at that moment.

He stared wide-eyed at the mechanical butterfly that had been restored to its original state, then looked at the child in front of him with an eerily calm expression, his mind completely blank.

Master Max's silence made the atmosphere of the whole scene somewhat subtle.

The combat robots behind him remained in attack stances, their steam nozzles hissing and their cutting saws whirring.

But their pilots, those equally short mechanics, were now looking at Renn with the same look of utter disbelief as their leader.

"You...how did you know?"

After a long while, Master Max finally came to his senses from the shock. He looked at Renn and asked in a dry voice.

He studied this problem for months and disassembled the Little Wind Whisperer no less than a hundred times, but still couldn't find the crux of the problem.

"I smell it."

Ryan's answer was concise and to the point.

"Smell...smell it?"

Master Max felt that his worldview was being ruthlessly trampled upon.

"Ah."

Ryan calmly explained, "The drive shaft produced extremely fine metal powder due to excessive friction, and the smell of that powder was different from that of the other parts around it."

Faced with Raine's olfactory and analytical abilities, which have surpassed human limits, any subtle physical or chemical change is as clear as a firefly in the dark.

For him, repairing a sophisticated machine and analyzing the recipe and cooking time of a dish are essentially the same in their underlying logic.

Master Max fell silent, looking at Renn with an extremely complex expression.

There was shock, there was resentment, but more than anything, there was a pure curiosity stemming from a technical person, like meeting a worthy opponent.

"So what if you know about mechanisms!"

Master Max stubbornly declared, "I will never build a ship for a bunch of destroying pirates like you!"

"destroy?"

Newgate chuckled and took a step forward, his domineering aura causing the surrounding air to freeze.

"We never destroy, we only conquer."

"That's even worse!"

Master Max's attitude became increasingly resolute.

"Captain, why waste words with him? Just arrest him and make him build it whether he likes it or not!"

Gatz stood by, impatiently waving the anchor.

"Shut up, Gatz."

Newgate stopped him, walked forward, looked at the stubborn little old man, and spoke in a steady and sincere voice.

"Master, what we need is not a weapon, but a home."

"A home that can hold the dreams of us homeless bastards, a home that can withstand all the storms of this sea."

As he spoke, Dorum came up and solemnly handed over his notebook, which was covered with all sorts of bizarre design drawings and revisions, and whose edges were already curled from being turned over so many times.

“Master, this is the culmination of my life’s work and my dream.”

Dorum’s eyes gleamed with the desire of a shipwright for his ultimate masterpiece.

"Please take a look."

Master Max took the tattered notebook with some skepticism, but after flipping through only a few pages, his expression changed.

There were no fancy decorations or complicated theories on it, only the most practical, crazy, and ingenious design concepts summarized by an experienced shipwright through countless battles with the sea and monsters, using blood and tears.

For example, the ship's rudder can be designed as a detachable emergency escape pod.

For example, installing a miniature power furnace at the bottom of the ship to generate electricity using ocean currents.

For example, there was that crazy idea of ​​designing the crew quarters as individual shock-absorbing modules to cope with the captain and first mate's daily sparring on board...

These designs are rugged and savage, yet they are filled with the utmost care for the lives of the crew and a profound understanding of the harsh environment.

This is a shipbuilding philosophy that is completely different from the precision and elegance he pursues, yet it has also reached the pinnacle of skill.

Master Max's heart wavered.

The final straw that broke the camel's back was a bowl of hot soup handed to him by Ryan.

It was a thick soup made with hot spring minerals unique to Clockwork Island that could generate heat on their own, a type of mechanical bamboo that tasted like bamboo shoots, and the purest lubricating oil that had been discarded by robots on the island and had been specially processed by Rein to become edible.

The soup is clear and bright, with a unique aroma that blends the fragrance of plants with a metallic scent.

Master Max initially wanted to refuse, but the aroma stirred up a warm memory that had been buried in his heart for a long time.

He took the soup as if possessed and took a sip.

The next second, the stubborn old man shuddered, and two streams of hot tears uncontrollably slid down from the corners of his wrinkled eyes.

This taste...

It tasted like the culinary disaster his wife, who was equally fond of mechanical arts but was always clumsy, made on their wedding night when she accidentally used lubricant instead of cooking oil to cook a celebratory dinner for him.

The same taste, the same clumsy love.

"you……"

Master Max raised his head, looked at Renn, his lips trembling, but he couldn't utter a single word.

"You have the same tiny scars around your eyes as your wife, from burns caused by high-temperature steam."

Ryan calmly stated a fact.

"I bet you two share some memories."

Master Max was completely broken down.