A cook, vice-captain of the Rocks Pirates?

A new world, a certain sea area.

On a giant sailboat full of fairytale charm, its prow shaped like a grinning sun.

"Mmm... Interesting, really interesting!"

A woman with a figure as large as a mountain sat on a throne made of Homies, stuffing a vague, top-secret intelligence document leaked by the CP agency into her mouth and chewing it like a cake.

"That Newgate guy actually managed to drive away the Five Elders? Looks like he hasn't been idle all these years."

Charlotte Linlin's eyes gleamed with greed and fighting spirit.

"And then there's Raine. I haven't had his cooking in ages. I need to find a way to bring him here..."

On another snow-covered island, inside a massive, demon-faced fortress.

"Hehehehe... Whitebeard? Just a guy who only knows how to play house."

A gigantic figure with two horns on its head and wielding a spiked club downed its wine bowl in one gulp and said disdainfully.

"However, that chef is quite something. He can even make those useless navy men wary. Perhaps we can capture him and study him to see if he can make a dish that will keep me from ever going hungry."

In Kaido's eyes lies a pure, unadulterated desire for power and conquest.

The undercurrents of the world, because of the existence of Rein and the Whitebeard Pirates, began to converge in an even more unpredictable direction.

Meanwhile, another legendary ship is searching for the truth of history on the other side of the new world.

Oro Jackson.

At the bow of the boat, a man wearing a straw hat and sporting a mustache stood facing the wind, his face bearing his signature confident and carefree smile.

Gol D. Roger.

"Rayleigh, how many rubbings of the Poneglyphs have we acquired?"

Roger turned around and asked the blond man who was leaning against the mast wiping his sword.

"Including the one we just got from Fishman Island, there are thirteen pieces in total."

Rayleigh adjusted his glasses and calmly replied, "However, there are still no clues about the location of that last Poneglyph."

"Hahaha! That's more like it! If we found it so easily, what kind of adventure would it be!"

Roger's laughter was infectious.

Just then, a child with a red nose, who looked only six or seven years old, ran over in a panic, holding a newspaper he had just bought from Newsbird.

"Captain... Captain! Something terrible has happened!"

"What's all the noise about, Bucky?"

A boy of similar age, with striking red hair, said discontentedly, "Can't you see that the captain and Mr. Rayleigh are discussing serious matters?"

"But...but Shanks! Look at this!"

Bucky handed him the newspaper.

Roger curiously leaned over to take a look. There was nothing earth-shattering in the newspaper, just some routine reports about the Navy's crackdown on pirates, and an analysis article about the Whitebeard Pirates' recent movements.

The article was clearly written by Morgans.

Although the battle with the Five Elders is not mentioned, the text portrays the Whitebeard Pirates as a unique traveling adventure group that is keen on traveling the world, searching for delicious food, and holding banquets.

Rather than traditional pirates who aim to seize territory and the throne.

"Traveling the world? In search of delicious food?"

Roger looked at the description in the newspaper, paused for a moment, and then burst into another thunderous laugh.

"Hahaha! Newgate has actually changed his ways? Giving up being king to become a gourmet? That's exactly the kind of thing he would do!"

Roger's laughter was full of understanding and a hint of... appreciation.

He knew Newgate better than anyone else. Although the man possessed the power to destroy the world, what he longed for most deep down was never that cold throne.

"Captain, this says that the Whitebeard Pirates' target no longer seems to be the final island."

Rayleigh's expression also became somewhat complicated.

"Wouldn't that be better?"

Roger's eyes burned with the flame of adventure: "Wouldn't our journey to find the final island be smoother with one less competitor?"

He paused, crumpled the newspaper in his hand into a ball, threw it into the sea, and then suddenly made a decision.

"However, before I found the last piece of text on the road sign, I suddenly wanted to go see that old friend."

Roger's lips curled into a bold smile: "I'm very curious, what kind of delicious food could make that man give up the throne, and..."

His gaze seemed to pierce through endless waves, looking towards a distant, unknown place.

"That chef named Ryan, last time I felt that he had a very special smell about him, a smell that... was even more intriguing than ONE PIECE."

"My men!"

Roger roared at his crew.

"Turn the ship around! Let's go find that Whitebeard guy and have a party!"

"Oh oh oh!"

With its sails billowing in the winds of the new world, the Oro Jackson sailed at full speed toward a completely new and unknown direction.

Two pirate ships, representing the pinnacle of combat power in an era, are being drawn together by the threads of fate, rapidly approaching each other in a certain sea area.

Chapter 190 We're here to have a banquet

The atmosphere on the deck of the New Moby Dick was as cheerful as ever.

Gats and Oden are engaged in an epic arm-wrestling match over the ownership of the last piece of the Rein-made, all-meat Sea King burger.

The deck beneath their feet creaked under their feet, their veins bulged, their faces flushed, neither willing to give in.

"It's mine! I cleaned the deck extra yesterday!"

"Nonsense! I was the one who fixed Dorum's sail yesterday! This hamburger is mine!"

Dorum, clutching his notebook, wrote with a tearful expression: "Starboard keel number three has bent by 0.03 millimeters due to an unknown force. Estimated repair cost..."

Newgate leaned back on his throne, watching the group of clowns, and let out his signature goo-hoo-hoo-hoo laugh.

Just then, Silver on the lookout tower suddenly spoke, his voice colder than the surrounding sea breeze.

"Captain, a ship has been spotted at 11 o'clock and is approaching at high speed."

"Oh?"

Newgate's laughter paused: "Are they Navy flies?"

"No."

Silver's tone took on a rare solemnity: "That flag... belongs to the Roger Pirates."

The Roger Pirates!

The name struck like a thunderbolt, instantly silencing the clamor on the deck.

Gatz and Oden stopped their struggle, Dorum forgot to calculate the repair costs, and everyone's eyes turned to that direction.

The air seemed to freeze instantly, and an invisible sense of oppression, called fate, enveloped the entire ship.

At almost the same time, aboard the Oro Jackson.

"Captain! It's Whitebeard! It's Whitebeard's ship!"

The little brat, Bucky with the red nose, pointed excitedly at the giant ship in front of him, which looked like a white behemoth, and became incoherent.

"Oh? We ran into each other so soon?"

Roger's eyes gleamed with excitement.

"Looks like the ocean can't wait to see the two of us fight!"

"All personnel on high alert!"

Rayleigh drew his longsword from his waist, his eyes sharp as knives.

"There are quite a few monsters on the other ship."

The two legendary ships gazed at each other across the vast sea, eventually coming to a stop no more than a hundred meters apart.

The sea breeze fluttered the two equally flamboyant pirate flags, making them rustle in the wind.

On one side is the white beard, representing family and protection, and on the other side is the straw hat skull, symbolizing freedom and adventure.

Newgate stood at the bow of the ship, carrying his naginata, his mountain-like body casting a huge shadow in the sunlight.

Roger stood at the bow of the ship with his arms crossed, wearing his signature confident and carefree smile.

The two, separated by a hundred meters of sea, had their gazes collide in mid-air.

There was no clash of Conqueror's Haki, no leak of killing intent, but the invisible collision of their wills distorted the very air between them.

"Gurarararar... Roger, why aren't you chasing your treasure? What are you doing here?"

Newgate spoke first, his voice booming like a bell.

"Hahaha! Newgate! I heard you gave up being king and became a gourmet, so I came here to see if you've been poisoned by some strange mushroom!"

Roger's answer was equally provocative.

The conversation between the two captains instantly ignited the fighting spirit of everyone on both ships.

"You bastard! How dare you disrespect the captain!"

Gatz roared and slammed the massive anchor onto the deck with a loud bang.

"Come here if you dare! Let grandpa teach you how to talk!"

A burly man on Roger's ship, wielding two axes, retorted just as defiantly.

"Hey! You with glasses! You look pretty tough, come and fight me!"

Oden's gaze was fixed on Rayleigh, his eyes burning with fighting spirit.

Rayleigh simply adjusted his glasses and smiled, "I'm always ready."

The atmosphere was tense, and a great battle seemed inevitable.

But at that moment, Roger suddenly burst into laughter.

"Hahaha! Okay, okay! Stop arguing!"

He waved his hand, silencing his crew's shouts, and then yelled at Newgate, "Newgate! We're not here to fight!"

"Oh?"

Newgate raised an eyebrow.

"We're here to have a banquet!"

Roger's face lit up with a childlike, innocent smile. "You have a chef on your ship whose culinary skills are comparable to a god's. I specially brought the best wine in the world to exchange for it!"

As he spoke, the crew behind him actually brought out barrels of aged wines with various labels, which looked quite valuable, from the cabin.

This unexpected turn of events left everyone in the Whitebeard Pirates stunned.

They had considered countless possibilities, but they never expected that the other party would actually be there to...hold a banquet?

"Holding a banquet?"

Newgate was also somewhat amused and exasperated by Roger's unconventional behavior.

"That's right!"

Roger said matter-of-factly, "Don't you think we should sit down and have a good drink and eat the best meal in the world before we fight each other to the death?"

"This is what real pirates should do!"

Roger's words struck Newgate like a bolt of lightning, hitting the softest spot in his heart.

Looking at Roger's face, which was full of freedom and ease, and then at his family behind him, who were noisy but incredibly real, his fighting spirit slowly dissipated, replaced by a sense of pride in meeting a worthy opponent.

"Goo la la la la!"

Newgate sheathed his naginata and burst into laughter.