A cook, vice-captain of the Rocks Pirates?

"Demons...devil...you are all demons!"

Moria let out a desperate wail, and the countless shadows within him began to run wild and scatter as his will collapsed.

His enormous demon form deflated like a punctured balloon, rapidly shrinking until it reverted to his tall but utterly disheveled original form.

Moria collapsed onto his ship, which had been completely reduced to a pile of marine debris, gasping for breath, his eyes filled with nothing but endless fear and bewilderment.

"ended."

Newgate withdrew his hand; he couldn't even be bothered to look at the defeated man who had completely lost his will to fight.

He walked to the bow of the ship, looking calmly at the sea he had personally shattered and the sinful ship that was slowly sinking.

"Raine."

"I'm here, Captain."

"What should we do with this guy?"

Rein walked over, glanced at Moria who was sprawled in the ruins like a stray dog, and said calmly, "His Shadow-Shadow Fruit ability is still worth studying, but as for him, forget it. His flesh is too tough, full of the sour smell of a loser, and he doesn't even qualify to be made into meat floss."

This ultimate, top-tier chef's contempt caused Moria to cough up another mouthful of blood and promptly faint.

"Tie him up and throw him into the solitary confinement cell in the ship's cabin."

Newgate gave orders to Gatz and Joz.

"Once we find the next island with a naval branch, we'll pack it up and send it there. We should be able to get a lot of bounty, which will be perfect for covering Dorum's ship repair costs."

"okay!"

Gatz responded excitedly; he had long disliked this guy who looked like a garlic bulb…

The ancestral giant tortoise slowly turned around and left the Devil's Triangle, which had witnessed an absurd farce.

As for the terrifying three-masted sailing ship that was slowly sinking, and the ownerless shadows on it that were howling and disappearing in the sunlight, no one paid any attention to it anymore.

……

Several days later, on the deck of the New Moby Dick.

Raine stood alone under the sapling that had grown from the seed of the Heart of the World.

After several days of sailing, and with the scraps of various high-grade ingredients that Rein fed it, the sapling has grown quite a bit taller, and the seven-colored halo on its trunk has become more solid, radiating a pure and powerful life energy.

Raine reached out and gently touched the tree trunk, slowly infusing it with his own sense of food.

He could clearly sense that some kind of wondrous transformation was taking place inside the tree.

It no longer simply absorbs energy, but begins to try to understand, analyze, and reconstruct this energy.

It was like a child who had just learned to read, greedily reading the life code contained in every ingredient that Ryan fed it.

Just then, a thought suddenly flashed through Renn's mind.

He took out the strange, black, compass-like object that he had found on Moriah's ship.

"The key to the navel of the world..."

Raine muttered to himself. He could sense a very faint, yet undeniably real, connection between the compass and the Heart of the World in his hand.

They seem like two pieces from the same giant jigsaw puzzle.

One is the seed that creates the world.

The other is the door to the beginning of the world.

With a thought, Raine gently placed the black compass at the base of the World Tree.

hum-

The moment the two came into contact, a sudden change occurred!

The black compass and the seven-colored divine tree shone brightly at the same time!

The ancient, ominous symbols on the compass seemed to come alive, transforming into streams of black data that surged wildly into the trunk of the World Tree.

The World Tree, on the other hand, emitted a soft, seven-colored halo, like a benevolent elder, accepting, enveloping, purifying, and transforming all the energy filled with chaos and the aura of impending doom.

One represents the end and the return to nothingness, the other represents the origin and the creation.

Two completely opposite laws of power merged and unified in an incredibly harmonious way under this small tree.

After all the energy was absorbed, the black compass turned into a handful of black ash and dissipated into the air.

The World Tree underwent another astonishing change after absorbing this immense energy of law.

Its trunk suddenly grew several meters higher, its canopy became even more lush, and some blurry, mysterious runes, like the trajectories of stars, began to appear on its colorful leaves.

What shocked Renn even more was that on a branch directly above his head, a small, crystal-clear fruit, as dew-like as a dewdrop, was rapidly taking shape and growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

[Ding! The World Tree has absorbed a special law item—the Key to the Navel of the World—significantly accelerating its growth and bearing its second Fruit of Origin ahead of schedule!]

Chapter 259 The Fruit of Law

The system notification slowly faded from Renn's mind, but he remained in an upward-looking posture, his breath catching in his throat for half a second.

That newly grown fruit was completely different from the first Fruit of Origin.

It is no longer a dreamlike, colorful glass, but presents a deeper and purer form.

It is crystal clear, like a perfectly cut diamond, without any impurities inside.

Only countless golden and black threads, billions of times finer than a strand of hair and composed of pure laws, slowly flowed, intertwined, collided, and annihilated within, as if enacting the birth and end of a world.

The golden threads represent origin and creation, brimming with infinite possibilities and vitality. The black threads, on the other hand, exude an aura of ending and desolation.

That was the annihilation law that Raine had deciphered from the key to the navel of the world, belonging to the deepest level of this world.

Two diametrically opposed forces coexist in this small fruit in an incredibly harmonious way, forming a perfect, self-circulating closed loop.

If the first Fruit of Origin was the seed of creation, it was full of infinite possibilities.

This second fruit is more like a blueprint for creation, a foundation for the rules and order at the very bottom of the world.

It did not emit any energy fluctuations, yet it seemed to be the center of the entire world, causing the surrounding light, air, and even space itself to slowly revolve around it in an extremely subtle way.

"Gurarararar... Renn, what amazing thing have you come up with this time?"

Newgate's mountain-like figure had somehow appeared behind Renn. He looked at the strange fruit floating on the branch, his hawk-like eyes filled with amazement and curiosity.

He could clearly sense that the small fruit contained a primal power that surpassed all other powers, a power that made even him feel a tremor in his heart.

"captain."

Rean snapped out of his daze and carefully reached out to pluck the fruit from the branch.

The fruit felt weightless in his hand, only a strange sensation of coolness and heaviness, as if it contained all the truths and order of the world, which slowly seeped into the depths of his soul along his palm.

“I call this fruit… the Fruit of Laws.”

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

"The Fruit of the Law?"

Newgate chewed on the word, a knowing glint in his eyes.

Although he didn't understand those abstruse theories, he could grasp the weight behind the word "law".

"Yes."

Renn nodded, his eyes burning with fervor as he looked at the fruit in his hand, which seemed to contain a universe within it.

"It is a miracle born from the World Tree absorbing the power of the law representing end and return to nothingness from the key of the World's Navel, and then merging and sublimating it with the laws of its own origin and creation."

"If the first Fruit of Origin was the ingredient used to create a world, then this Fruit of Law is the recipe used to cook that ingredient."

This analogy made Newgate understand instantly.

He looked at Ryan with a strange expression: "So, what dish are you planning to make with it?"

"A dish that determines the flavor."

A slight smile curved at the corners of Ryan's lips.

"A dish that allows us to set the rules for our enemies in future battles."

"Hahaha! Setting rules for the enemy?"

A more gruff roar came from behind. Gatz rubbed his eyes and swayed over, carrying the anchor. He had obviously been awakened by the strange movement of the World Tree.

"Head Chef! Is that stuff edible? If we eat it, will it force the enemy to line up and not fight back, waiting for me to smash them one by one with an anchor?"

Gatz's imagination remains as simple and unadorned as ever, and is full of violent aesthetics.

"Theoretically, yes."

Ryan calmly gave an answer that almost made Gatz jump up on the spot.

"However, eating it directly would be the greatest waste of it."

Raine shook his head, his gaze turning deep as he looked at the Fruit of Law in his hand.

"It is a perfect recipe in itself, but to turn the rules of this recipe into reality, you need a special pot."

"A pot that can cook up an ethereal concept into a real and authentic flavor."

Just as everyone was puzzled by Raine's mysterious theory, a heartbreaking and desperate cry came from not far away.

"My ship... no, my home!"

It was Dorum, who was holding a small notebook and a special caliper, painstakingly measuring the deck that had developed a tiny crack due to the sudden growth of the World Tree.

"It's just bearing fruit, why does the foundation have to grow along with it? This doesn't conform to structural mechanics! This violates the most basic law of conservation of matter!"

Dorum hugged a slightly raised tree root and cried like a 300-pound child.

"The repair budget... is going to be over budget again..."

Ignoring the shipwright's daily breakdown, Raine carefully placed the Fruit of Law into a specially made container made of seastone, then turned and walked away.

However, Renn did not proceed to the next step.

Renn knew very well that he was not yet capable of making dishes of this caliber, so he had to put it aside for the time being.

This time, Raine didn't rush to find the next legendary ingredient as before. Instead, he had the ancestral giant tortoise carry them across the Calm Belt and sail with the waves.

He needs some time to process his recent findings and a relatively calm environment to reflect on the true nature of the pot.

The ancestral giant tortoise sailed steadily and firmly, its enormous body like a moving island, gradually arriving in the waters of the North Sea.

This sea area, known for its coldness and order, has a biting chill in the sea breeze, and the sky is leaden gray, making even the color of the sea appear deeper and calmer.

"Tch, what a lousy place. Even the seawater smells like rust."

Gatz lay on the bow of the ship, his huge nostrils snorting like a blower, his face full of disgust.

"I feel like the fish here must be skinny and dry, and not tasty at all."

"Shut up, Gatz."

Dorum held his little notebook, a rare look of contentment on his face.

"The sea conditions here are calm and the ocean currents are stable. At least my boat doesn't have to worry about falling apart every day because of your sneezing. My heart disease and high blood pressure have been cured here like never before."

Just as everyone was enjoying this rare moment of peace, Silver, perched in the lookout tree, suddenly spoke, his voice colder than the sea breeze of the North Sea.

"Captain, a fleet has been spotted at twelve o'clock."

"Oh? Are you those persistent Navy guys?"

Newgate put down the barrel of liquor he was holding, a hint of impatience flashing in his eyes.

"Not the Navy."

Silver's tone carried a rare hint of oddness.

"The flag is... a flag with the number 66 drawn on it."

……

Chapter 260 Vincemuk Judge

Soon, the fleet came into everyone's view.