A cook, vice-captain of the Rocks Pirates?

Judge roared and activated his golden combat suit, with thrusters extending from his back like demon wings.

"I'll show you the true power of the Vinsmoke family!"

"Electromagnetic spear!"

A spear made of pure electromagnetic energy appeared in his hand, and his figure instantly transformed into a golden streak of light as he charged towards Renn!

He wanted to tear this cook, who dared to insult his scientific achievements, to pieces with his own hands!

Despite the deadly blow that could pierce an aircraft carrier's armor, Ryan's face remained expressionless.

He simply extended his right hand, and in his palm, a cluster of golden flames, as brilliant as the sun, quietly ignited.

It wasn't the regenerative flame of Marco, which was full of life and healing, but a purer, more domineering flame, a law-based fire that seemed capable of cooking everything.

"Culinary Techniques: Cleaning the Pot"

Raine's voice wasn't loud, but it seemed to carry a certain power that made his words come true.

The golden flame in his hand did not fly out, but instead transformed into an absolutely pure energy field that was imperceptible to the naked eye, instantly enveloping a space within a ten-meter radius centered on him.

The air, light, dust, and even the space itself in that area were instantly purified by this force, becoming incredibly pure, like a spotless pot cleaned by a top chef with the strictest standards.

Judge's golden figure plunged headfirst into the force field.

The next second, a bizarre scene unfolded.

Squeak!

The spear, made of pure electromagnetic energy, reacted as if it had been doused with boiling oil the moment it came into contact with this pure force field, emitting a piercing, metallic shriek.

The violent, technologically-driven power emanating from it was quickly neutralized and evaporated in this realm brimming with life and flavor, as if it had encountered its natural enemy, ice and snow.

Judge felt his power draining away at an incredible rate, and his prized combat suit began to sound an overload warning, with various sophisticated electronic components malfunctioning under the influence of the force field.

Chapter 262 The Heart of a Humanoid Self-Propelled World?

Judge's figure flew backwards through the Clean Pot Force Field like an out-of-control golden meteor, crashing heavily onto the cold deck of the flagship with a dull thud.

The hard, special alloy deck, centered on him, cracked inch by inch, like the surface of a lake struck by a meteorite, creating a huge, human-shaped crater.

His prized combat suit crackled with electricity, and the demonic wing-like thrusters on his back emitted thick black smoke before going completely out of commission. The two metal wings drooped limply, like moths with broken wings.

"Impossible...this is impossible..."

Judge struggled, trying to get up from the dented deck.

Every movement aggravated the broken wiring inside the combat suit, causing a more rapid, burning sensation from the electric current.

He looked at his tactical goggles, which were flashing with a fatal malfunction warning, and then struggled to lift his head to look at the young man in the distance who was still standing in the same spot, whose clothes were not even disheveled. His eyes were filled with fear.

It was a pure, instinctive fear of the unknown and higher dimensions.

His scientific beliefs, the worldview he had built up throughout his life based on data and physical laws, were shattered at this moment by the other party using a law called cooking that he could not understand or analyze at all.

Judge was furious and tried to restart the combat suit's power core, but all he got in return was an even more urgent, death knell-like alarm and the smell of burning electronic components.

"Hahaha! Tin cans can't fly anymore!"

A roar filled with disdain and mockery came from the New Moby Dick.

Gatz looked at the disheveled king opposite him and burst into hearty laughter.

He casually tossed the modified warrior's corpse, now smashed into a disc, into the sea, hoisted the massive anchor onto his shoulder, and swung it over a pack of lambs to the slaughter like a ferocious wolf looking down on them.

Meanwhile, the battle between Vista and Silver is also nearing its end.

Without the king's command and the suppression of the technological system, the Germa modified warriors who once struck fear into the hearts of the world were as fragile as dolls in front of the two top powerhouses.

Vista's twin blades were like two deadly butterflies fluttering across the battlefield. He no longer sought a fatal blow, but rather enjoyed this one-sided performance.

His sword flashed, not severing the enemy's limbs, but precisely cutting the energy lines of the enemy's armor and destroying the transmission joints of its weapon system.

Just as a modified warrior raised his laser gun, Vista's sword flashed across his wrist, and the mechanical arm instantly lost power, hanging limply.

Another soldier tried to activate the flight device on his back to escape, but Vista's other knife appeared behind him like a ghost, and with a light flick, cut off the fuel line of the thruster.

"The rose blooms, and then withers."

Vista chanted softly, his swordsmanship full of artistry, yet carrying the most cruel mockery.

Silver was more direct and more deadly.

His figure blended completely into the shadows of the deck, as if he had become one with all the cold shadows on the ship.

The modified warriors couldn't even pinpoint his location; they could only watch in horror as their comrades fell one by one silently.

Each time Silver's spear appeared, it was like the fangs of a viper, piercing through the weakest gaps in the enemy's armor and striking their vitals.

It could either pierce through the gap in the eyepiece, damaging its visual system, or pass through the connection in the neck, severing its central nervous system.

"Shadow Dance, Silent Harvest."

His attacks were silent, without any superfluous movements, only the most efficient and pure killing.

The Germa Kingdom's prized technologically advanced forces proved utterly ineffective against the Whitebeard Pirates, a group of completely unreasonable monsters.

Their technology, their tactics, their military power—enough to conquer a country—are as fragile as a joke in the face of absolute individual might.

Newgate watched all this with a faint smile on his face, like an old father examining his children's final exam results. The children's near-perfect answer sheet clearly pleased him greatly.

Judge watched as his elite troops were slaughtered like vegetables by the enemy, and as flames raged on the deck of his proud flagship, his heart bled.

He couldn't accept it.

The scientific kingdom he had built with the painstaking effort of his entire life, the technological power he possessed that was enough to conquer the entire North Sea, was actually defeated by a group of primitive people who relied on brute force.

This is not scientific! This is not reasonable!

His gaze was once again fixed on the young man, the culprit who had crippled his strongest battle form with a pot and an incomprehensible incantation.

"Scan! Keep scanning me!"

Judge roared at the only device on his wrist that was still barely functioning, his voice filled with hysterical madness.

"I refuse to believe that I cannot analyze the composition of this monster! Every existing substance must have its fundamental laws governing its composition!"

Invisible scanning beams enveloped Renn once again.

This time, Judge poured all the remaining energy in his combat suit into the scanning system. He didn't seek to attack, but only to decipher the secrets of the monster before him.

On Judge's tactical goggles, the data stream refreshed wildly like a burst dam. This time, although it was still chaotic, he finally caught a blurry outline on the edge of overload, enough to overturn his entire cognitive system.

[Target: Rennes]

[Vitality signs: Abnormally stable...Warning! The target's heart rate fluctuation frequency resonates with some unknown cosmic ray...Attempting to analyze...Analysis failed...Data model cannot be built...]

[Energy Composition: Analysis failed, data stream overload... Warning! High-density, high-purity life energy reaction detected within the target body, with energy conversion efficiency exceeding the theoretical limit of 1200%! Violation of the law of conservation of mass-energy! Attempting to correct the algorithm... Correction failed...]

[Preliminary Energy Model Construction: A... a humanoid, self-propelled world center undergoing photosynthesis?]

[Comprehensive Assessment: The existence of this creature violates all known laws of physics and the law of conservation of energy. Its life form is not essentially carbon-based, but rather closer to a walking conceptual aggregate. It is recommended…it is recommended to immediately report this to the highest levels of the World Government and classify it as a supreme threat on par with the Ancient Weapons!]

The last line of text on the tactical goggles was marked in the most glaring blood red. Each word was like a red-hot branding iron, fiercely imprinted on Judge's retina and on his heart, which was on the verge of collapse.

A humanoid, self-propelled world's heart?

What the hell is this thing?

Isn't the Heart of the World something that only exists in legends, the origin of all things? How could it have turned into a human form? And here it's fighting with itself using a pot?

Chapter 263 Indignation and Humiliation

Judge's mind went blank. He felt that all the scientific knowledge he had acquired in his life was like a doodle drawn by a three-year-old child in the face of this assessment conclusion—childish, ridiculous, and worthless.

His scientific beliefs were utterly shattered at that moment by the very technology he was most proud of.

Just as Judge was questioning the meaning of life, Rein made a move.

He didn't approach Judge; that defeated opponent wasn't worth another glance.

He slowly walked to the huge wok made of shape memory alloy that he had previously used to clean pots.

Even after enduring the violent electromagnetic energy impact from Judge, the pot remained spotless, without even a scratch, though it still emitted a faint residual warmth.

Raine reached out and gently stroked the warm pot, his gaze focused and tender, as if admiring a perfect work of art, or comforting a reliable partner who had just finished a thrilling battle.

"A good pot is the foundation for cooking top-notch dishes."

Raine's voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly, including the modified warriors who were still putting up a last-ditch fight, and Judge who was in a daze.

This statement, brimming with the essence of everyday life, forms an eerie contrast with the surrounding battlefield filled with flames, smoke, and death, yet it also carries an undeniable composure befitting the strong.

"Your technology is like the material of this pot."

Raine's gaze finally turned to Judge, and a strange light flashed deep in his calm eyes, like a teacher instructing a foolish student.

"It is hard enough, and special enough, with infinite possibilities."

"But you used it in the crudest and most wrong way."

Renn shook his head, a hint of regret in his voice: "You treated it as a hammer to smash people, using it to create soulless killing weapons, but you didn't know that its true value was to hold, cook, and sublimate higher concepts."

"A pot that can cook up an ethereal concept into a truly tangible flavor..."

Raine murmured to himself, as if answering a question he had asked under the World Tree, or as if giving Judge his final lesson.

"Your technology is missing one crucial ingredient..."

Renn paused, then said, word by word, "Soul."

These words struck Judge's mind like a thunderbolt.

soul?

This ethereal thing that he scoffed at, thinking it was only needed by the weak, was actually... a condiment?

He looked at the young man, at the group of pirates behind him who, though dressed in different clothes and making a lot of noise, all had the same flame burning in their eyes, and at the unspoken understanding and bond between them.

Judge suddenly seemed to understand something, yet he also seemed unable to understand anything at all.

For the first time, his brain, which was filled with scientific data, fell into complete chaos and crashed because of a word that could not be quantified.

After speaking, Ryan stopped looking at him.

A king who has lost his faith and soul has lost his last bit of value as an opponent, or even as food.

He walked to the ship's railing, looked down at the vast blue sea, and calmly said, "Captain, can we get rid of these noisy tin cans? The smell of engine oil on them is starting to ruin my mood for preparing ingredients tonight."

These words, spoken in a calm tone, were more hurtful than any vicious curse.

It was like a final judgment, shattering Judge's already crumbling pride to pieces.

He, Vinsmoke Judge, the king of the North Sea, the embodiment of science, was nothing more than a pile of tin cans that would affect a chef's mood.

"puff!"

Judge could no longer suppress his anger and humiliation, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, staining the deck in front of him crimson.

His eyes, which were always full of confidence and arrogance, were now filled with endless despair and emptiness.

"Gulalalalala..."

Newgate’s signature thunderous laughter finally boomed over the flagship.

He slowly rose from his enormous throne, crafted from shape-memory alloy and sea-king leather.

His mountain-like figure cast a huge shadow that enveloped the entire Germa fleet.

That terrifying aura of absolute dominance sent a chill down the spines of all the modified warriors who were still putting up a last-ditch resistance, making it difficult for them to even hold onto their weapons.

"Since my head chef has spoken..."

Newgate grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth. His smile was filled with undeniable domineering power and absolute doting on his family.

"Then let you bunch of tin cans see what real... power is!"

He slowly raised his right fist.

There were no fancy moves, no unnecessary actions; he simply raised his fist, powerful enough to crush an island, into the air.

hum-

A pure white halo instantly covered his fist. The light was not dazzling, but it seemed to contain the power to destroy the world.