A cook, vice-captain of the Rocks Pirates?

"The fruit of origin".

Raine slowly uttered the name, looking up at the fruit with burning passion in his eyes.

"It is the seed for building a complete ecological world, and also the core catalyst for culinary concept dishes."

"Seeds of the ecological world...conceptual cuisine..."

Newgate pondered these words. Although he didn't quite understand their specific meaning, he could clearly sense that this small fruit contained a terrifying power capable of changing the world order.

"Are you confident about that soup called Dawn now?"

Newgate suddenly asked.

Upon hearing this, Raine's body trembled almost imperceptibly.

He turned his head and met Newgate's deep eyes, which seemed to see through everything.

He knew the captain understood everything.

Renn took a deep breath and then nodded heavily.

“Before, I was just an apprentice who received the recipes of the gods. I had the recipes, but I couldn’t even handle the most basic seasonings.”

As Raine looked at the fruit, a flame called ambition burned in his eyes.

"But now... I feel like I've got the key to unlock the Kitchen of the Gods."

"Betrayal requires the skill to sever cause and effect, but this fruit itself contains the laws of creation and origin, enough to return all cause and effect to their origin."

"It is agreed that the broth for this soup needs to be fueled by flames that can withstand eight hundred years of time, and this fruit can nurture a whole new world. Eight hundred years is but a fleeting moment in front of it."

These words made Newgate catch his breath.

Looking at the young head chef before him, he sensed for the first time beneath his calm exterior a terrifying aura called ambition, a power that could make even the sea tremble.

What he wanted to cook was no longer just simple food.

"Goo la la la la!"

Newgate laughed again, his huge hand slamming heavily on Ryan's shoulder, the force steady and full of protective intent.

"Okay! Then go ahead and do it!"

Newgate's smile was filled with undeniable dominance and absolute trust in his family.

"No matter what ingredients you need, no matter how much trouble you want to cause in this ocean, I and all your family members will be your strongest support!"

"Go, cook up the best feast for yourself and for all of us!"

The captain's words were like the warmest flame, completely igniting the passion in Renne's heart.

He knew he wasn't fighting alone.

Without further hesitation, Renn leaped into the air, his toes lightly touching the thick tree trunk, and he landed as lightly as a feather on the branch laden with fruit.

He reached out and carefully plucked the radiant Fruit of Origin from the branch.

The fruit felt weightless in his hand, only a warm and pure creative aura, as if containing all the beauty and possibilities of the world, slowly seeped into the depths of his soul along his palm.

The moment the Fruit of Origin fell into Renn's palm, the entire World Tree seemed to let out a satisfied murmur.

The iridescent light flowing on the tree trunk became brighter, and the life energy emanating from the swaying leaves became even purer.

It seemed to have accomplished a great mission, concentrating all its essence into this small fruit.

Raine, holding the fruit, gracefully descended from the tree and landed steadily in front of Newgate.

Newgate didn't speak, but just looked at him quietly, his eyes full of expectation.

"Captain, I need a place."

Raine's voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable determination.

"Where?"

"The most suitable place for sowing."

Raine looked at the fruit in his hand, his eyes becoming incredibly deep.

Chapter 252 Next Destination: The Devil's Triangle

"This Fruit of Origin is not just an ingredient, but also a seed, a seed that can create a whole new world. To cook it directly is the greatest waste of it."

"I want to plant it, water it with all the top ingredients we find on this sea in the future, nourish it with all our adventures and battles, and let it grow into a real, towering tree that can bear the dish of the era."

This idea is bold, crazy, and full of unimaginable romanticism.

To cultivate an ultimate dish that is unprecedented and will never be repeated, through an adventure that spans the entire ocean.

After hearing this, Newgate was stunned for a long time, then burst into a louder, more maniacal laugh than ever before.

"Gurararararar! Plant a world? Wahahaha! Renn, what kind of weird and wonderful things are you thinking about?!"

He laughed so hard he was bent over, and tears were almost streaming down his face.

"But...I like it!"

Newgate's laughter subsided, replaced by undisguised admiration and pride in his eyes.

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

"Tell me, what kind of place do you need? Is it the perpetually frozen far north, or the heart of a volcano engulfed in flames? As long as you can name it, I'll take you there and steal it!"

"neither."

Renn shook his head.

He slowly closed his eyes, sinking his sense of food into the Fruit of Origin in his palm, to feel the seed's most primal desire.

A moment later, he opened his eyes, a look of understanding flashing in them.

"What it needs is not an extreme environment, but a starting point."

"A starting point where the world's rules are weakest and most chaotic, full of infinite possibilities, a place closest to the origin of the world, and where miracles are most likely to be born."

"The weakest link in the world's rules..."

Newgate chewed on those words, his mind racing through all the memories and legends about this sea.

Just then, a lazy, somewhat sleepy voice came from not far away.

"It sounds...like the heart of the Devil's Triangle, yoi."

It was Marco. He had somehow found his way here and was leaning against a tree trunk, yawning.

Clearly, the effects of the alcohol from the banquet hadn't completely worn off.

"The Devil's Triangle?"

Newgate frowned.

"Yes."

Marco nodded and explained, "That sea area is shrouded in thick fog all year round, causing the logging pointer and permanent pointer to malfunction. It is said that ships that venture into it mysteriously disappear, and even the legend of ghost ships originates from there."

"The space and time there are very unstable, it feels like the other side of the world, an abandoned draft box."

Marco remembered hearing this story from an old man in the village. He found it very interesting and remembered it when he was young.

"The other side of the world... an abandoned draft box..."

Raine's eyes lit up instantly.

Isn't this exactly the place he's been looking for?

A place brimming with uncertainty, a place where all the rules can be rewritten!

"Let's go there!"

Ryan delivered the decisive blow.

"Hahaha! The Devil's Triangle? Sounds like a great hunting ground!"

A more gruff roar came from behind, and Gatz, rubbing his eyes and carrying the anchor, swayed over. He had obviously been woken up by Newgate's laughter.

"Head Chef! Is there anything good to eat there?"

"Maybe yes, maybe no."

A smile played on Ryan's lips: "But we can grow it ourselves."

This answer caused Gatz's simple mind to freeze instantly.

More and more crew members were drawn to the commotion. After hearing Ryan's crazy plan, they didn't find it absurd at all; instead, they all showed expressions of extreme excitement.

For these fearless monsters, what could be more exciting than creating a world with their own hands and then devouring it?

"Oh oh oh oh!"

"Let's go! To the Devil's Triangle!"

"Go farm! Go farm the world's most delicious food!"

A deafening cheer resounded across the back of the ancestral giant tortoise.

Looking at his energetic family, and at the young chef holding a seed with a burning passion for creation in his eyes, Newgate felt his own passion ignite.

He walked to the very tip of the island, faced the boundless sea, and issued a command as loud as a bell.

"My men! Raise the sails! No, turn!"

"Our next destination is the Devil's Triangle!"

Having decided on a new course, the ancestral giant tortoise's back was once again brimming with vitality.

Dorum rushed back to his shipwright's quarters that very night, rummaging through boxes and cabinets to find all the nautical information about the eerie waters of the Devil's Triangle.

Although most of the accounts were vague legends and warnings, he still tried to analyze the patterns of ocean currents, magnetic fields, and spatial anomalies there in order to design a completely new emergency plan for the ship.

"Space distortion... abnormal time flow... ghost ship..."

As Dorum flipped through the yellowed logbooks, he quickly jotted down notes in his notebook.

"No, we must install a space stabilizing anchor in our home. We'll use sea stone and the shape memory alloy we captured earlier, and engrave a few runes to soothe the soul..."

Gatz, on the other hand, became completely fascinated by the new concept of farming. He carried the anchor and patrolled around the vegetable garden that Rain had cultivated.

They smashed any creature that dared to approach and looked like a pest to pieces, calling it a seedling protection operation. Their enthusiasm was so high that even Renn was both amused and exasperated.

Rennes did not rush to set off; thorough preparation was essential.

He carefully placed the Fruit of Origin under the World Tree, using a container made from a fragment of the ancestral giant tortoise shell that had naturally fallen off and contained immense life energy.

He discovered that there seemed to be some kind of strange resonance between the Fruit of Origin and the World Tree.

The creative aura emanating from the fruit promotes the growth of the tree, while the tree's life energy, in turn, nourishes the fruit, making the internal laws of nature more stable.

This is a perfect, ever-renewing little cycle.

Ryan didn't sit idle; he began preparing special travel rations for this unknown voyage.

He mixed the root powder of the Ice and Fire Twin Flowers that he had previously collected on the Flame Island with the Rainbow Mist Orchid powder that he obtained from the Floating Islands, which could stabilize the mind, in a specific ratio to create a special energy bar.

These energy bars do not provide any feeling of fullness, but after consumption, they can significantly enhance the user's resistance to spatial and temporal anomalies in a short period of time. They are a functional food specifically designed to cope with the bizarre environment of the Devil's Triangle.

While everyone was busy with their new adventure, Renn, carrying the Fruit of Origin, arrived alone at the mobile library.

Chapter 253 The Symbol of the Navel of the World

Professor Clover, Robin, and the scholars of Ohara were already waiting there, their faces showing a mixture of nervousness and anticipation.

Raine's bold statement about planting a world had already spread throughout the ship. For these scholars who dedicated their lives to exploring the truth of the world, this was a topic that excited and intrigued them even more than the historical texts themselves.

"Lord Renn."

Dr. Clover pushed up his glasses, staring at the shimmering fruit in Raine's hand, his cloudy old eyes filled with awe.

"This fruit... the laws it contains have surpassed the scope of my knowledge."

"That's exactly why I came here."

Renn gently placed the fruit on the table.

"Doctor, I need your wisdom. I want to know if there are any relevant records in your knowledge base about the origin of the world and those forgotten creation myths?"