A cook, vice-captain of the Rocks Pirates?

The surrounding air began to twist and vibrate violently, emitting a series of teeth-grinding groans, as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand and about to be crushed.

Countless visible, spiderweb-like white cracks spread outwards from his fist in all directions. These were not cracks in the air, but cracks in space itself!

On the warships of the Germa fleet, all the sophisticated instruments emitted extremely sharp alarms at this moment, the pointers spun wildly, and the screens were filled with garbled text.

"Warning! Warning! An extremely high-intensity spatial oscillation has been detected ahead!"

"Energy reading... off the charts! Cannot be calculated!"

"Quickly! Activate the energy shield at maximum power!"

Terrified screams echoed through the communication channels of every warship. For the first time, the well-trained Germa soldiers showed signs of panic when faced with a catastrophic force that was beyond their comprehension.

They frantically maneuvered the warship, attempting to activate its energy shields for defense.

However, Newgate didn't give them any chance at all.

"Use your proud technology to experience what true despair is like."

Newgate's voice was deep and authoritative, like a pronouncement from the depths of hell.

His right fist, carrying a terrifying power capable of tearing through space and shattering the atmosphere, slowly but irresistibly slammed down towards the steel fleet below!

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Chapter 264 The Timing Was Just Right

This punch had no target.

Because what he wants to attack is this entire space!

Newgate's fist moved.

There was no sound, no light effects, and not even a wisp of wind.

But the moment his fist landed, the whole world seemed to be muted.

All the soldiers in the Germa fleet felt a sharp pain in their eardrums, and then they could hear nothing at all.

It wasn't that the sound disappeared, but rather that the space itself, along with the medium that carried the sound—the air—was completely shattered by that punch!

The next second will be a silent, yet incredibly magnificent spectacle of destruction.

Centered on Newgate's fist, a massive, pure white shockwave, visible to the naked eye, spread out in all directions like ripples cast by a god!

That wasn't a shockwave or an energy wave.

Those are the folds and fractures of space itself!

Where the shockwave passed, the sea was torn open with a huge, bottomless chasm. The seawater was pushed to both sides as if by an invisible giant wall, revealing the dark seabed and the panicked fish below.

The clouds in the sky were instantly dispersed, revealing a clear, cloudless blue sky.

The Germa fleet, situated at the epicenter of this destruction, faced its final demise.

The lead warships didn't even manage to utter a single cry when they came into contact with the white shockwave.

Their sturdy hulls, made of high-tech alloys and capable of withstanding the bombardment of large-caliber cannons, were like a cookie being squeezed by an invisible hand, crumbling and disintegrating inch by inch from the molecular level.

There was no explosion, no flames.

Only the purest, most irrational destruction.

The hull, deck, cannon barrels, and even the soldiers on board all turned into the most primitive dust in that pure white halo, dissipating into nothingness.

The warships that followed were not spared either.

Although they were a bit far away and not instantly disintegrated, the terrifying spatial tremors still dealt them a devastating blow.

Some warships had their hulls twisted into pretzels, with countless metal parts bursting apart like popcorn.

Some warships were torn in two by the terrifying shockwave, the cuts as smooth as mirrors.

Other warships were lifted hundreds of meters into the air by that force, then fell helplessly like toys that had lost power, crashing onto their companions and triggering a series of even more devastating chain explosions.

In an instant, this sea area was transformed into a true steel hell.

The broken hull, the burning wreckage, and the soldiers' silent, desperate screams created a magnificent picture filled with the atmosphere of the apocalypse.

Raine calmly watched the scene of destruction, like a diner who had finished the main course, savoring the unique flavor of power and destructiveness.

"Yes, the heat is just right."

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When the shockwaves that had been powerful enough to tear space apart finally subsided, only one lonely flagship remained under the leaden sky.

It is like a tombstone floating in a steel graveyard, silently telling the story of the downfall of a kingdom.

The mainmast broke in the middle, like a broken spine, with countless sparks jumping between the severed cables, emitting a final lament.

The ship's hull was covered with huge cracks, like a giant beast dismembered by a god, taking its last breath.

Vinsmoke Judge slumped on the deck of the ship.

That face, which was always filled with arrogance and cold logic, was now filled with endless despair and bewilderment.

He looked around at the sea graveyard made up of steel wreckage and the corpses of his people, and at the scientific kingdom he had painstakingly built with his life's blood, which had turned into dust of the times with a simple punch from his opponent.

There was no anger, no resentment, not even sadness.

His heart, once filled with countless scientific data and physical laws, had become completely numb, like a central processing unit that had burned out due to overload.

At the bow of the New Moby Dick, Newgate slowly lowered his fist, which was still surrounded by a white aura.

He didn't look at the scene of destruction, but calmly stepped forward, using moon-like steps, and walked step by step toward the wrecked flagship.

His figure cast a long reflection on the sea, like a god walking among mortals.

Finally, he landed in front of Judge, and the shadow cast by his mountain-like figure completely swallowed up the last bit of Judge's pathetic dignity.

"Now, do you understand?"

Newgate's voice was low and devoid of emotion, as if he were stating a predetermined outcome.

Judge's body trembled slightly, and he slowly and with great difficulty raised his head.

He looked at the god-like man before him; there was no joy of victory in those hawk-like eyes, only a bottomless calm.

He subconsciously turned his head again and looked at the nearly unscathed white whale in the distance.

On the deck, the young man, who had remained unusually calm throughout, was taking off his somewhat dirty chef's uniform and picking up a clean, brand-new apron from the side, carefully tying it around his waist.

He clapped his hands, turned around, and walked towards the kitchen, as if the earth-shattering battle just now was nothing more than a boring farce that delayed his dinner preparation time.

Upon seeing this, Judge suddenly smiled.

The laughter was hoarse and dry, even worse than crying, like two rusty pieces of iron rubbing against each other.

"I understand...I understand..."

He muttered to himself, like a madman, or a martyr who had finally discovered the ultimate truth of the world.

"Science...technology...data...laws..."

The laughter in his mind grew louder and louder, and more and more shrill.

"So...so the so-called soul, the so-called flavor, is the most unreasonable and powerful force in this world..."

"It turns out that what I've been pursuing all my life was just a joke..."

Judge's laughter echoed across the empty sea. Finally, his eyes, which had always shone with wisdom and calculation, lost their luster, becoming cloudy and empty, like two extinguished stars.

His spirit collapsed after his scientific beliefs, which he had built with his own hands, were utterly crushed by another, more tyrannical law.

Newgate looked at him in silence for a moment, then simply shook his head.

A fleeting, extremely subtle pity, like that shown towards a lost ant, flashed in those deep eyes.

He did not make another move.

Attacking an empty shell that has lost its soul would only sully his fist.

"Captain, what should we do with this guy?"

Marco had flown over at some point. He glanced at Judge, who had become a walking corpse, and then looked at the chaotic battlefield around him, his brows furrowing slightly.

"The Vinsmoke family... The World Government should be very interested in them. It wouldn't be bad to send them as a package deal in exchange for some benefits from the World Government."

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Chapter 265 The Most Perfect Breeding Ground

The Whitebeard Pirates began cleaning up the battlefield in an extremely efficient manner.

Gatz roared excitedly as he used the relatively intact wreckage of the Germa warships as building blocks, hooking them up one by one with the anchor and stacking them into a small steel mountain full of postmodern style.

He kept muttering to himself, "These canned foods smell awful, like machine oil. The head chef definitely won't like them."

Joz was responsible for retrieving the bodies floating on the sea. He showed no reluctance and simply carried out his orders in silence.

For these pirates who have been adventuring for many years, death is already a common sight.

Meanwhile, Dorrum, clutching his brick-thick ledger, paced back and forth along the railing of the New Moby Dick, tears welling in his eyes, while holding a specially made precision caliper capable of detecting damage down to the micrometer level.

"The No. 3 armor plate on the starboard side suffered 0.07 millimeters of structural fatigue due to unexplained vibrations, with estimated repair costs of 30 million Berries..."

"The rudder's drive shaft deviated by 0.01 millimeters during the violent vibration just now. Although it doesn't affect navigation, it's still bothersome to watch!"

"And the sound waves from Gatz's burp just now shattered a piece of the kitchen window!"

His rambling added a touch of comicality to the otherwise somber post-war sea.

Ryan did not participate in the shipwrights' heartbreaking reconstruction work; he simply stood at the kitchen door, calmly watching everything unfold, as if admiring a moving painting.

"Head chef, are you sure you don't want these things?"

Marco walked over carrying a uniquely shaped energy core that had been removed from the Germa flagship; the core was still faintly shimmering with blue light.

"This is Germa's most advanced technological achievement; it might fetch a good price."

"no need."

Ryan shook his head, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable professional judgment.

"Using this soulless energy source for cooking will only pollute the most original flavor of the ingredients."

Just as everyone was busy, Silver's figure appeared beside Renn like a ghost, holding a strangely shaped metal disc that he had taken from Judge.

"Raine, you might be interested in this."

The disc was made entirely of some unknown black metal, covered with dense, intricate patterns resembling circuit diagrams, and inlaid in the center was a crystal that was still faintly shimmering with the light of data flow.

Raine took the disc, glanced at it, and a barely perceptible glint appeared in his usually calm eyes.

"Bloodline factors... and... a fragmented star map?"

His Observation Haki has long surpassed the level of simple perception, allowing him to easily read information left behind on inanimate objects.

This disc contains the top-secret blueprint for life that Vinsmoke Judge has devoted his life to researching, as well as a star map he obtained from a secret channel of the World Government, pointing to an unknown sea.

"interesting."

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

"Looks like we've got the menu for our next meal sorted out."

He put the plate away and turned to walk back into the kitchen.

"Captain, men, the cleanup can be finished."

Raine's voice came clearly to everyone's ears through the internal Den Den Mushi: "I'd like to try a new dish for dinner, and I need everyone's help to prepare some special... appetizers."

"Oh my gosh! We have new dishes to eat!"

Gatz's roar instantly drowned out Dorum's wailing.

That evening, a unique appetizer preparation activity was held on the deck.

Rein lined up the relatively intact energy cannon barrels salvaged from the Germa warships and then stuffed them into a special filler he had concocted himself, a mixture of flaming chili powder and glowing jellyfish slime.

"What are they doing? Setting off fireworks?"