A cook, vice-captain of the Rocks Pirates?

Gatz shouted excitedly, and he even wanted to open his arms to embrace the roaring torrent.

Dorum was hugging a giant broccoli tree, his face deathly pale, muttering incessantly, "It's over... It violates fluid dynamics... The structure is about to collapse... My insurance wasn't high enough..."

After a thrilling half-hour ascent, the colossal body of the Primordial Giant Turtle finally pierced through the thick sea of ​​clouds and landed steadily on a vast and thick cloud layer that resembled land.

The ground beneath my feet was no longer solid, but a strange, elastic, and soft texture, as if I were walking on a giant cotton candy.

A sweet, dreamlike fragrance filled the air; one breath was enough to wash away all fatigue.

They succeeded.

They built their home in the sky.

"Wow! We're in the sky!"

A deafening cheer erupted from the crowd.

However, before they could recover from their joy, a series of melodious bleating sounds, like a lullaby, came from not far away.

A group of strange creatures, pure white in color, resembling sheep but with bodies made of fluffy clouds, were walking slowly toward them with elegant steps.

They looked harmless, even somewhat cute, with their black, gem-like eyes filled with curiosity about these uninvited guests.

Wow! It's a sheep made of clouds! So cute!

Gatz was the first to be captivated by their appearance. He excitedly ran over, stretched out his huge hand, and wanted to touch one of them.

However, just as his hand was about to touch the cloud sheep, the sheep's body suddenly became illusory, and Gatz's hand passed right through it.

He felt an intense drowsiness surge into his brain, his eyelids became incredibly heavy, and he fell straight backward, emitting a deafening snore.

It took no more than three seconds.

"Gatz!"

Everyone was shocked, but Raine calmly said, "Don't touch them. Those are dream-eating sheep, the scavengers of this sea of ​​clouds. They feed on the dreams of living beings. Any contact with them that has any intention of touching them will be directly dragged into the dream and put into a deep sleep."

Looking at the giant sleeping soundly with his mouth watering, Ryan added, "Looks like he'll be eating a lot in his dreams tonight."

Gats's sudden fall asleep made the Whitebeard Pirates instantly more wary of this seemingly beautiful fairyland of clouds and sea.

"What should we do? We can't just stay here forever, can we?"

Marco frowned; he certainly didn't want to be eaten by a flock of seemingly soft sheep in his sleep.

"As long as there are no distracting thoughts in your mind, they will not attack you on their own initiative."

Ryan explained calmly.

He walked up to the group of dream-eating sheep, who simply tilted their heads curiously to look at him, without showing any hostility.

Chapter 215 Sphinx

Raine's sense of food is pure and unwavering. He only has respect for and exploration of ingredients, without any superfluous desires, so he will not become the target of the Dream Eater.

"Gulalalalala, it seems this place really tests one's character."

Newgate laughed loudly; his domineering aura was naturally unshaken by illusions of this level.

Raine left a few determined crew members to guard the base and drew a temporary safe zone around the progenitor tortoise with his specially made, invigorating peppermint tea.

Then, he set off with Newgate, Marco, Jozu, and Vista, his core combatants, toward the highest floating island marked on the scroll.

Instead of using any means of transportation, they traversed the islands above the sea of ​​clouds on sturdy yet flexible arched bridges made of rainbows.

Each floating island has a unique ecosystem. Some islands are filled with bubbly fruit juice that can lift your spirits, while others are covered with musical notes that can produce pleasant music.

This is a world full of fantasy, where every step feels like walking through a fairy tale.

After traveling for about half a day, they finally arrived at the foot of the tallest floating island.

This island is much larger than the others, and its top is shrouded in a thick, seven-colored mist all year round, which is the aura emanating from the Rainbow Mist Orchid.

On the only path leading to the summit, a gigantic, mythical creature lay curled up, fast asleep.

That was a griffin.

Its front half is that of a lion, with bulging muscles and a powerful presence, while its rear half is that of an eagle, with feathers that look like they were cast in gold and shimmer with a sharp light.

It simply lay there quietly sleeping, its breathing steady and long, each breath causing the surrounding dream mist to rise and fall, yet the oppressive aura it exuded was enough to terrify any creature that dared to approach.

【Ingredient Name: Griffin (Sleeping Guardian)】

[Attribute: Fantasy Species - Sky Overlord, guardian of the floating islands, feeds on dream mist, and possesses the ability to manipulate dreams and reality.]

[Capture Level: Unable to be estimated (In its dormant state, its body exists between reality and illusion; physical attacks are ineffective, and mental attacks will be assimilated by its vast dream energy).]

[Cooking suggestion: Its heart is a concentrated crystallization of dreams, a mythical ingredient for creating top-tier spiritual cuisine, but... it is advised not to awaken it easily unless you want to experience what a true nightmare is like.]

"This guy... seems to be sleeping?"

Joz looked at the enormous creature and asked uncertainly.

"Yes."

Renn's expression turned serious.

"But its sleep is different from ours. It connects with the energy field of the entire floating islands through sleep. Any attempt to bypass it will be regarded as an invasion and will be met with its relentless attack at the dream level."

"A blow at the dream level?"

Bista was somewhat puzzled.

"To put it simply..."

Raine's tone turned serious: "You might suddenly find your sword turned into noodles, or Joz's diamond body suddenly turned into tofu."

This explanation sent a chill down everyone's spine; this unreasonable attack method was more terrifying than any sword or blade.

"So what do we do? We can't just sit here and wait for it to sleep until it naturally wakes up, can we?"

Marco asked.

"Waiting is useless."

Renn shook his head.

"According to the scroll, this thing has been asleep for over a thousand years. The only way is to use stronger stimuli to forcibly wake it from its dream."

As he spoke, Ryan took something out of his food box.

It was a bright red chili pepper with golden, lightning-like patterns on its surface. The moment it was taken out, the temperature of the surrounding air instantly rose by several degrees.

A domineering and incomparably spicy aroma, enough to ignite the soul, instantly spread out.

"What kind of chili pepper is this? Yoi,"

Marco was choked by the smell and had to back away.

"It feels even hotter than Sakazuki's lava!"

"Thousand-volt chili pepper".

Raine calmly explained, "It's a special plant that grows in the core of the Thundercloud Sea. It feeds on the energy of lightning, and its spiciness is enough to instantly invigorate an adult sea king. It's commonly known as the 'mind-boosting pepper'."

"I plan to use it with several spices that can instantly unleash energy to create a special Griffin Awakening Set."

Raine's plan was bold and audacious.

Use an extremely dark... no, I mean stimulating dish to awaken a creature that has been sleeping for thousands of years.

"But how do we get it to eat it?"

Joz raised the most crucial question.

"This will require everyone's cooperation."

A smile played on Ryan's lips: "I need you to make a big enough noise so that it unconsciously opens its mouth while half asleep, and then I will precisely deliver this loving breakfast into its mouth."

A special operation plan centered around the wake-up service was thus launched.

"I'll come first!"

Joz was the first to step forward. He took a deep breath and pushed his diamond-like body to its limit.

"Diamond Meteor Impact!"

His massive body, like a real meteorite, carrying unparalleled momentum, slammed into the sleeping griffin.

However, a strange scene happened.

Just as Joz's body was about to collide with the griffin, it suddenly became incredibly flexible without warning.

The indestructible diamond body seemed to turn into a giant piece of putty, softly sticking to the griffin's body, and then being bounced back by a gentle force.

"what?!"

Joz was dumbfounded; he felt like he had hit a cotton ball.

"Physical attacks are ineffective; they've stolen your concept of solidity."

Raine's voice came just in time.

"Then let's try this!"

Vista drew his twin swords.

"Rose Blossoms - Sword Domain!"

Countless dazzling sword lights, like mercury spilling onto the ground, completely enveloped the griffin.

However, the sharp sword energy transformed into countless harmless pink petals as it approached the griffin's body, fluttering down into the air.

"My sword energy... has turned into flower petals?"

Besta looked at his empty hands and fell into deep self-doubt.

"Interesting. This guy's abilities are simply the nemesis of all martial arts and swordsmanship masters."

Newgate watched in amazement.

Just when everyone was at a loss, Raine's meal was finally ready.

He crushed the thousand-volt chili pepper, mixed it with powder from the blazing pollen and the root of the king mint, and quickly kneaded it into a fist-sized, bright red meatball using a special technique that could instantly activate the ingredients.

The meatball was still sizzling and sparking, and the smell it emitted was enough to give any creature with a normal sense of smell the illusion that its soul was about to leave its body.

"Marco!"

"Raine shouted."

"Here I am!"

Marco understood immediately. He stopped using physical attacks and instead unleashed his Phoenix Flame to its fullest potential, transforming it into a massive, azure sun radiating boundless life force, hovering above the griffin's head.

Chapter 216 Rainbow Soup of Longing

The sleeping griffin seemed to sense this warm and immense life energy. Its tightly closed beak unconsciously opened a crack, like a child having a sweet dream, subconsciously wanting to suckle its mother's milk.

"Now!"

A glint flashed in Ryan's eyes. He placed the still-sparkling heart-shaped breakfast ball on a specially made slingshot made of elastic rubber, took a deep breath, and pulled it back taut.

"Feeding Techniques, Feeding, and Precise Ground Formation!"

Whoosh!

The crimson ball traced a perfect parabola in the air, whistling through the air, and flew with unparalleled precision into the griffin's gaping maw.

"Roar?"

The sleeping griffin seemed to have no idea that what it had inhaled was not a sweet dream mist, but a thing with a taste that was... indescribable.

It smacked its lips, and for the first time, a human-like expression of confusion and disdain appeared on its face, which always wore a peaceful sleeping look.

The next second, the domineering spiciness and violent lightning energy of the Thousand-Volt Chili Pepper exploded in its mouth and esophagus, which had been dormant for thousands of years!

"Roar!"

A roar filled with a complex mix of emotions—pain, anger, shock, and a profound sense of existential crisis—emanated from the griffin's beak. The sound was so piercing it could tear through the clouds and cause the entire floating island to tremble violently.

Its massive body leaped up from the ground as if struck by lightning, and its tightly closed golden eyes snapped open!

What kind of eyes were those? They no longer held peace and sleep, but were filled with the grumpiness of being forcibly awakened by an alarm clock and boundless anger.