A cook, vice-captain of the Rocks Pirates?

Its branches have no leaves, but instead bear fruits that shine like the sun and emit a soft glow.

The moment they saw the tree, the pupils of the five elders simultaneously contracted sharply, and an expression of disbelief appeared on their faces.

"Sun Tree Eve?!"

The blonde Five Elders gasped in shock.

"How did you know it existed?!"

The Five Elders holding swords instantly turned incredibly dangerous, and the First Generation Kitetsu let out another mournful cry of resentment.

The Sun Tree Eve is one of the world government's top-secret items.

Legend has it that it is the other half of the divine tree that grew on land, sharing the same origin as Eve, the sun tree that supports the island of fishmen at the bottom of the sea.

Its existence is a miracle in itself, and its fruit contains enormous, pure life energy, which is the key to these old monsters who have lived for hundreds of years maintaining their lives and even constantly breaking through their limits.

It can be said that this tree is the foundation of their rule, their greatest secret, and a forbidden possession that they absolutely will not allow anyone to touch.

"I not only know it exists."

A subtle smile curved at the corners of Ryan's lips, a smile that sent shivers down the spines of even the Five Elders.

"I also know that it is sick."

Raine lightly tapped the image of light and shadow with his index finger, and the image of the divine tree was instantly magnified, revealing an extremely hidden black spot at its roots that was slowly expanding.

"Its roots have been contaminated by some unknown force, filled with the aura of decay and end. Although you have been trying to suppress it in various ways, it is like cancer, which will only continue to spread and eventually cause the whole tree to wither completely."

Every word Ryan said was like a heavy hammer blow, striking the hearts of the five elders.

This is their biggest worry, and a problem they can't solve no matter what.

They tried countless methods, employed the world's best botanists and scientists, and even resorted to some forbidden powers, but they could not stop the spread of the black spots.

And now, this secret has been easily revealed by an outsider, a chef, in a way that they cannot understand.

"What...what do you want to do?"

The golden-haired Five Elders' voice trembled slightly.

"I told you, I'm just a chef."

Raine withdrew the light and shadow and said calmly, "When I see that a top-quality ingredient has fallen ill, I will naturally try to find a way to cure it."

"Can you cure it?"

"You can give it a try."

Ryan's tone remained calm, yet carried an undeniable confidence.

"However, my consultation fees are very high."

"what would you like?"

"I don't need its fruit."

Renn shook his head.

"All I need to do after healing it is remove the oldest branch that has naturally fallen off its body."

"A tree branch? What do you need that for?"

"Used as firewood."

Ryan's answer nearly made the Five Elders vomit blood on the spot.

Using branches of the sacred tree as firewood?

This was simply the most outrageous and extravagant request they had ever heard!

"Of course, as the dessert of this deal."

Renn changed the subject, his gaze sharpening.

"I also need a map, a complete map that records all the historical texts in the world, including the location of that red road sign historical text."

This demand plunged the power structure into a deathly silence once again.

If the Sun Tree Eve was the foundation of their rule, then the History of the World was the Sword of Damocles hanging over their heads for eight hundred years.

This chef not only wants to encroach on their foundation, but also to touch their most feared taboos!

"Raine, your ambitions are too great."

The voice of the Five Elders wielding the knife was icy and chilling.

"You are making an enemy of the whole world."

"Do not."

Raine shook his head, stood up, and turned to walk towards the door.

"I just want to find the finest ingredients on this high seas for my captain."

"As for that ultimate treasure known as ONE PIECE..."

Ryan stopped at the door. He didn't turn around, but left behind a sentence that chilled the five elders to the bone.

"I just want to taste what the truth of history really tastes like."

With his three kitchen utensils, Raine calmly left Pangaea City amidst the complex gazes of the CP0 members.

Outside the Holy Land, the Whitebeard Pirates' banquet was drawing to a close.

Newgate watched the four figures slowly emerge and burst into laughter.

"Gulalalalala! Are you back? Is dinner ready?"

"It's done."

Renn nodded.

"However, the main course is still in the works and will take some time to prepare."

He handed Newgate the map rubbing that he had obtained from the Five Elders, which recorded the locations of all the historical texts in the world.

"Captain, our adventures are going to get even more exciting from now on."

Newgate took the map and looked at the names on it, names filled with legend and danger, his eyes gleaming with an unprecedented light.

The ancestral giant tortoise let out a long cry, and its massive body slowly turned around.

Amidst the stunned gazes of those at Marine Headquarters, this moving land, carrying a horde of lawless monsters, began its new voyage...

The news that the progenitor giant tortoise had carried the Whitebeard Pirates away from Mary Geoise was like an unstoppable super tsunami, sweeping across the world in just a few days.

At the headquarters of the World Economic News Agency, the editor-in-chief, Morgans, was so excited that his feathers stood on end. His eyes, which always gleamed with shrewdness, were now filled with unprecedented fervor and confusion.

"What the hell?! What's going on?!"

He paced anxiously back and forth in his office, clutching the vague official report leaked by CP0 through special channels, its massive wings flapping the document around him.

The report was so brief it was almost perfunctory—the Whitebeard Pirates appeared off the coast of Mary Geoise for unknown reasons and left on their own after friendly negotiations.

Friendly negotiations?

Morgans felt like his brain was about to be burned through by those four words.

That's the Whitebeard Pirates! The remnants of Rocks' crew! Monsters who could rival Roger! When did the World Government learn to negotiate amicably with pirates?

Even more outrageous is that, according to the intelligence he sent back from his informants within the Navy, the Whitebeard Pirates were not only completely unharmed during this operation, but even the ship... no, the giant turtle's shell wasn't damaged at all!

This is not just unbelievable, it's downright fantastical!

Chapter 237 Memories of Seeing Ingredients?

"No way! There must be some earth-shattering news here!"

Morgans' eyes gleamed with a journalist's intense thirst for the truth. He personally penned the most exaggerated and sensational headline, propelling this enigmatic news story to the front pages of the world.

Shocking! A Day Trip to the Holy Land? The Whitebeard Pirates' Mysterious Journey to Mary Geoise!

Once the newspaper was published, the entire ocean fell silent.

New World, Whole Cake Island.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh... friendly negotiation?"

Charlotte Linlin stuffed the newspaper along with the cream puff next to it into her mouth, her eyes gleaming with greed and calculation.

"When did that old man Newgate become so easy to talk to? Or... does Mary Geoise's kitchen hold top-notch desserts that even he can't resist?"

A new world, on an island.

Kaido of the Beasts downed the huge wine bowl in his hand in one gulp, looked at the blurry profile of the progenitor tortoise on the newspaper, and let out a disdainful roar.

"Hehehe! Boring! Utterly boring! Not even a fight has broken out, what kind of pirates are they! But... that chef seems to be getting more and more interesting."

Marine Headquarters, Marineford.

In the Marshal's office, Steelbone Kong looked at the report in his hand, his face so gloomy it could drip water.

"What do you think of the Warring States period?"

Sengoku pushed up his glasses, his expression extremely solemn: "We have no right to speculate on the decisions of the Five Elders, but judging from the results, this is undoubtedly a huge concession, or rather... a deal, from the perspective of the World Government."

"trade?"

Kong slammed his fist on the table and roared, "When did our Navy's justice ever need to make deals with pirates?!"

"Perhaps it's because of that chef."

The voice of the Warring States period was low and deep.

"A chef who can make even the Five Elders compromise poses a threat that may be beyond all of our imagination."

At the eye of the storm, atop the back of the Primordial Giant Tortoise, the atmosphere was the complete opposite of the tension outside; in fact, it could be said to be... excessively leisurely.

A grand celebration banquet is underway to commemorate their successful escape from the gates of the world's highest power.

"Hahaha! You guys didn't see the expressions on those old guys' faces!"

Gatz was holding a huge roasted turkey leg, gesturing wildly and boasting.

"When the head chef brought out that bowl of soup, the wrinkles on their faces all flattened out in shock!"

"That's right, that's right!"

Joz chimed in with a憨厚 (honest and simple) tone.

"I feel like my diamond body pales in comparison to those old guys."

Dorum, clutching his notebook, examined the giant tortoise's shell with lingering fear, muttering to himself.

"Thank goodness a fight didn't break out...thank goodness a fight didn't break out...if that behemoth had even lost a single piece of its armor, the repair costs would be enough to build a new Moby Dick..."

Newgate leaned back on his throne, sipping his drink and looking at his energetic family with a genuine smile of satisfaction on his face.

He knew that this trip to Mary Geoise, though seemingly peaceful, was actually fraught with danger.

But Ryan solved all the problems in a way that was effortless and bloodless, and even won them unimaginable benefits.

He handed the map rubbing that he had obtained from the Five Elders, which recorded the locations of all the Poneglyphs, to Renn.

"Raine, have you decided on our next destination?"

It's unclear when exactly, but the ship's course has been decided by this young head chef.

Everyone fell silent, their eyes turning to the figure calmly distributing the barbecue.

Ryan took the map but didn't look at it. Instead, he took out a map from his pocket that was made of some kind of animal hide and had a faint milky smell.

What was drawn on it was not a traditional nautical chart, but a map showing the distribution of different ingredients using various simple line drawings.

"The truth of history may be delicious, but it takes time to cook it slowly."

Ryan said calmly, “Before that, I smelled something more interesting.”

His finger crossed the Grand Line, passed the Reverse Mountain, and finally landed on the area on the map known as the weakest sea—the West Blue.

"The Western Sea?"

They looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Yes."