A cook, vice-captain of the Rocks Pirates?

"Raine."

Newgate's eyes became incredibly deep.

"Now that you know the recipe, then we..."

"I can't make it."

Ryan shook his head, interrupting him.

He turned around and looked at everyone. The reason for the regret in his calm eyes was finally found.

"We can't make it." He

He repeated it, his voice carrying a hint of weariness and resentment that even he himself was unaware of.

"This recipe is too extensive and demands too much from the chef. To handle the ingredient of betrayal, one needs knife skills that can sever cause and effect. To simmer the broth of promise, one needs flames that can withstand eight hundred years of time."

"And to perfectly blend all the ingredients together and cook that soup called the Era..."

Renn paused, looking at his long, strong hands, and for the first time began to doubt himself.

Renn brought up his system panel, where the numbers were clear and glaring.

Experience points: 20542133/200000000

【Cooking Tips: 2158997】

After cooking the Feast of Contradictions, a dish that can be described as a law-level dish, his experience points barely broke through 20 million, still a distance as vast as an insurmountable chasm from the unattainable 200 million.

"I saw the truth, but found that I had no right to touch it at all."

A self-deprecating smile curled at the corner of Ryan's mouth.

"It's like an apprentice who accidentally obtains a divine recipe, only to find that he can't even handle the most basic ingredients. That's the most regrettable thing."

Moreover, Raine knew very well that if he wanted to make the dishes in this recipe, his culinary skills would have to be at least at a god-like level!

However, Renn is still a long way from that level.

Ryan's words silenced everyone.

They finally understood that Ryan's regretful look was not a lament for history, but a sigh for his own powerlessness at that moment.

This truth is too heavy a burden. The current Rein and the current Whitebeard Pirates are far from being qualified or strong enough to bear this weight.

"Gulalalalala..."

Newgate suddenly burst into laughter, a laugh that dispelled the oppressive atmosphere in the library.

He walked over to Ryan and patted him heavily on the shoulder with his huge hand.

"What does it matter!"

Newgate grinned, a smile that exuded undeniable dominance and absolute trust in his family.

"Now that we know the recipe, what we need to do next is find the best ingredients that are worthy of this recipe, and then... wait for our head chef to grow into a god, right?"

"This is much more interesting than searching for some vague and ethereal ONE PIECE!"

The captain's words were like a shot in the arm, energizing everyone.

Yeah, what's there to be afraid of?

They have the world's best head chef, the world's strongest family, and a home that can hold all their dreams.

The road to the realm of the gods is long, but as long as we take one step at a time, we will eventually reach it.

Chapter 250 The Shock of Renn

"That's right!"

Gatz was the first to yell.

"Head Chef! Don't worry! From now on, I'll take care of all the ingredients! I don't care if it's a Dragon King or a Sea God, I'll bring them back for you!"

“Me too, yoi.”

Marco laughed and said, "Whatever kind of fire you need, I can make it for you."

"My diamonds can also be used as whetstones for you."

Joz added in a muffled voice.

Looking at his energetic family, the confusion and resentment in Renn's heart slowly dissipated, replaced by a warm feeling.

He knew he wasn't fighting alone.

"I see."

Renn nodded, and a flame reignited in his calm eyes.

"However, before that..."

Renn's gaze swept over the slightly tired faces of the crowd, and a smile appeared on his lips.

"I need to make everyone a midnight snack first, to calm their nerves."

The late-night snack was simple: a pot of clear soup made from the most common fish bones and seaweed, with a light and fresh aroma, accompanied by a few refreshing side dishes made from wild vegetables picked from the island.

It contains no powerful energy and has no magical effects.

But when everyone drank the warm fish soup, they felt that the oppressive and heavy feeling brought by the enormous historical truth was gently soothed by this most simple and warm taste.

Dr. Clover and the scholars drank their soup with tears in their eyes.

For the first time, they felt that the knowledge they were pursuing was no longer cold words, but had warmth and flavor.

Newgate, leaning back on his throne, sipped soup and wine, watching his boisterous family with genuine contentment on his face.

The hustle and bustle of the banquet, like smoke from cooking fires blown away by the sea breeze, gradually dissipated into the deep night.

The broad back of the ancestral giant tortoise returned to tranquility, with only the cool moonlight and the gentle sound of the waves weaving together into a peaceful lullaby.

Dorum didn't go to rest. He was squatting in a corner of the deck, holding a small notebook and a special caliper, measuring a piece of deck that Gatz had just cracked in his excitement.

The deck, made of a mixture of shape memory alloy and century-old ironwood, was exceptionally sturdy, yet it still couldn't withstand the giant's excited stomp.

"Repair materials... 3.7 kilograms of shape memory alloy, 0.2 cubic meters of ironwood heart, and the adhesive requires the stomach acid of a sea monster..."

As he measured, Dorum scribbled rapidly in his notebook, muttering to himself. His expression was one of calculating his food expenses for the next three hundred years, filled with a sense of tragic despair.

"Next time... before the next banquet, Gatz's feet must be chained with seastone, no, his mouth must be sealed too, the power of his burp is almost as strong as a small ship's cannon..."

Raine did not participate in the post-disaster reconstruction work, which was filled with the heartache of shipwrights.

Alone, he quietly left the noisy area and headed towards the center of the island.

There, a sapling grown from a seed of the Heart of the World stands quietly.

After this period of growth, nourished by the immense life energy of the ancestral giant tortoise, the tree has grown to over twenty meters tall.

Its trunk is not ordinary wood, but a translucent crystal that lies between solidity and energy, with a faint, rhythmic, seven-colored halo flowing across its bark like breathing.

The tree canopy is like a divine canopy, layer upon layer, with each leaf displaying a different color, as if containing different laws.

Moonlight filters through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground. Each shadow is like a tiny, independent world, full of life and change.

A pure, primal energy, brimming with the essence of creation and life, slowly emanated from the tree, like the gentlest spring rain, nourishing the surrounding land and soothing Rein's weary spirit burdened by too many memories.

Raine walked to the tree, reached out, and gently touched the cool yet vibrant trunk.

That vast torrent of history, filled with sorrow and anger, still churned deep within his mind, like a never-ending storm, tearing at his soul.

That is the weight of an era, eight hundred years of lies and betrayals, and Joy Boy's weighty promise.

However, the moment his palm touched the tree trunk, a warm and pure energy, full of new life and hope, slowly flowed down his arm, like a clear spring, gently washing over every corner of his spiritual world.

That energy didn't dispel those heavy memories, but rather, in a more wondrous way, enveloped, neutralized, and transformed those fragments of memories filled with negative emotions.

Raine seemed to see the bitterness of betrayal transformed into a clear and sharp awakening, the spiciness of the destruction of his homeland transformed into a gentle warmth of protection, and the decay built of lies and blood transformed into the ultimate yearning for truth.

This tree, in fact, is using a law of creation to cook up that heavy history for him.

"I see……"

Raine slowly opened his eyes, and for the first time, a genuine, soul-deep shock was revealed in those eyes that were always as calm as still water.

This tree, which grew from the heart of the world, is not just an energy source or a food depot.

It's more like a living, self-willed chef, a creator stove that can transform everything in the world, whether physical or conceptual, into nourishment and give birth to entirely new possibilities.

Just as Raine was thrilled by his discovery, he suddenly felt that the energy flow inside the tree trunk that his palm was touching began to change.

All the energy converges towards one point, like rivers flowing into the sea.

Raine subconsciously looked up and saw that on a branch directly above his head, all the colorful leaves began to become transparent at a visible speed, transferring their energy to the tip of the branch without reservation.

There, a small, crystal-clear fruit, like a dewdrop, is rapidly taking shape and growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The fruit was no bigger than a fist, and its entire body was covered in a dreamlike seven-colored glass, as if it were the crystallization of all life and laws of the entire tree.

It hung there silently, without emitting any amazing energy fluctuations, yet it seemed to be the center of the entire world, distorting the surrounding light.

[Ding! Detected that the host has completed the hidden condition—guiding the World Tree to complete its first energy cycle with their own spiritual power. The World Tree has borne its first fruit ahead of schedule—the Fruit of Origin!]

【Fruit of Origin: A miraculous fruit containing a trace of the world's primal creative power, it is the seed for constructing a complete ecological world and the core ingredient for conceptual dishes.】

Chapter 251 The Fruit of Origin

Renn stared at the fruit, his breath catching in his throat for half a second.

He knew that the value of this tiny fruit even surpassed the total value of all the legendary ingredients he had previously obtained.

Just then, a steady, mountain-like sound of footsteps came from behind.

"It seems you've found a good place to rest."

Newgate's voice carried a hint of amusement. He had somehow appeared behind Renn, and his hawk-like eyes also held a touch of amazement and curiosity about the sacred tree before him.

Hearing the sound, Renn snapped out of his daze and turned to look at the mountain-like figure behind him.

Newgate didn't look at him; his gaze was completely drawn to the sacred tree that emitted a soft glow and the radiant fruit on it.

"Gulalalalala... This tree is more magical than any other precious tree I have ever seen."

Newgate's voice was full of admiration. His profound Observation Haki allowed him to clearly sense that the life energy emanating from the tree was pure and boundless.

Even the hidden injuries he had sustained from years of fighting and the backlash from the Tremor-Tremor Fruit's power felt somewhat relieved under the nourishment of this energy.

"It is more than just a tree."

Raine's voice was soft, but it carried a hint of barely suppressed excitement.

"Captain, it's a chef, a chef who can cook concepts."

"Cooking concept?"

Newgate raised an eyebrow; the word was clearly beyond his comprehension.

Raine didn't explain much; he knew that for a pure strongman like Newgate, no amount of flowery language could compare to the most direct feelings.

He simply described his experience in a brief manner.

"It can transform the historical memories in my mind that are filled with sadness and anger into a power called protection and vigilance."

Looking at his palm, Renn could almost feel the warm energy flowing through it.

"Like a top chef, able to cook the most bitter ingredients into the most mellow and sweet aftertaste."

Newgate fell silent.

Looking into Ryan's eyes, which had regained their calm yet were more profound than ever before, a storm raged within him.

He knew better than anyone the heavy past that Renn carried, the historical torrent that was enough to crush any strong person, and he had felt it in Renn more than once.

He had also worried that this weight would become a shackle that hindered Renn's growth.

But now, this tree, this hope planted by Ryan himself, has solved his biggest worry in such an incredible way.

"Gurala la la la! Good! Good!"

Newgate burst into laughter, his laughter filled with heartfelt joy and pride: "As expected of my head chef, even the trees he grows are good at cooking!"

His gaze finally settled on the seven-colored fruit, his eyes becoming somewhat playful: "And this one? What does the first fruit from this tree taste like?"