A cook, vice-captain of the Rocks Pirates?

The brewing dragon seemed to have no idea that what it was waiting for was not an enemy, but a candy with a taste that was... indescribable.

It smacked its lips, and for the first time, a human-like, bewildered expression appeared on its face, which was always filled with pain and mania.

The next second, the immense energy contained in that pill, enough to purify everything, exploded within its body!

"Roar!"

A roar filled with a complex mix of emotions—pain, shock, relief, and a hint of being choked by the speechless taste—emanated from the dragon's mouth, a sound so piercing it could tear through the clouds.

Its massive body leaped up from the ground as if struck by lightning. The dark green fungal carpet on its body, which resembled malignant tumors, melted and disintegrated rapidly at a visible speed upon contact with the seven-colored energy, just like ice and snow exposed to sunlight!

Finally, its massive body convulsed violently a few times before it completely lost all its strength, collapsing like a real mountain and falling back into slumber.

But this time, its breathing became steady and long, and the decaying and sickly aura on its body was swept away, replaced by a pure life aura belonging to a divine beast.

When the brewing dragon awoke from its slumber again, three days had passed.

All the turbidity and turmoil in its emerald-like eyes had vanished, replaced by clarity, antiquity, and...gratitude.

It slowly lowered its enormous head, gently rubbed against the huge bubble containing the ancestral giant tortoise, and then opened its mouth to spit out a fist-sized, emerald-green dragon pearl that exuded a rich wine aroma as a gift to its saviors.

A grand celebration banquet, featuring the world's finest wines as the main course, unfolded on this revitalized sea of ​​fermentation.

Chapter 290 The Chef Who Can Heal the Sea

The Feast in the Sea of ​​Fermentation was the most unique carnival the Whitebeard Pirates had ever experienced.

The life-giving elixir, transformed from the dragon pearl personally bestowed by the brewing dragon, has a flavor that far surpasses any earthly brew.

The wine went down the throat without any spiciness, only a warm and mellow sweetness that slid down the throat into the stomach. Then, a vast and boundless life energy, like a sun being ignited, exploded in every part of everyone's body!

"Burp...Delicious!"

Gatz was the first to down the shell-shaped liquor glass in front of him, which resembled a small water tank. He let out a long, satisfied burp, and a rich aroma of liquor, a blend of malt and fruit, burst forth, shattering a huge rock in front of him.

"Hahaha! I feel like... I could punch through the Red Earth!"

His enormous face was flushed with a healthy rosy glow, and his muscles were bulging, exuding an unprecedented explosive power.

"You idiot Gatz! Don't burp in front of the ship... no, I mean, don't burp in front of our home!"

Dorum's roar followed, but his own face was also flushed red, and he spoke with a slight lisp.

"This liquor...this liquor has such a strong aftereffect...I feel like every gear in my body is singing..."

Newgate, leaning back on his throne, was also drinking to his heart's content.

He could clearly feel that the pure life energy was nourishing his old injuries caused by years of fighting and the backlash from the Tremor-Tremor Fruit's power, and his body's functions were returning to their peak in an incredible way.

This banquet was less about drinking and more about a collective baptism of life.

The banquet lasted for two days and two nights, until the last drop of the elixir of life was drunk, and until everyone, with round bellies, lay contentedly on the deck and began a contest to see who could snore the loudest. Only then did this grand party finally come to an end.

As the Whitebeard Pirates prepared to leave, the healed brewing dragon appeared extremely affectionate.

Its massive body circled around the ancestral giant tortoise, bidding farewell to these saviors with the most ancient dragon roars, and even taking the initiative to clear a smooth and safe passage for them in the turbulent undercurrents ahead.

As the ancestral giant tortoise, its form resembling a moving continent, slowly departed from this newly reborn sea, legends about them began to circulate quietly in the underground world at an incredible speed.

The New World, a secret base for an intelligence broker.

"Breaking news! Breaking news! The toxins in the Sea of ​​Fermentation have disappeared! That Sea of ​​Death has returned to its legendary land of fine wine!"

"What? How is that possible! The Mourning Bacteria there are something even the Navy's scientists can't handle!"

"It's true! It's said... it was the Whitebeard Pirates who did it! Their god-like chef healed that sea with just one piece of candy!"

"A piece of candy? Are you telling a fairy tale?"

"Absolutely true! Someone even saw that the guardian of that sea, the brewing dragon, personally saw them off!"

Similar dialogues unfold in every corner of the underworld.

A chef who can heal an entire sea with his cooking, and a group of pirates who can even impress a dragon.

The name of the Whitebeard Pirates has become increasingly mysterious and awe-inspiring in the hearts of countless people.

The Holy Land, Mary Geoise.

Between power.

The five elders stared silently at the urgent report that CP0 had risked their lives to send back from near the Sea of ​​Fermentation, a gloomy atmosphere hanging over each of their faces.

"The Sea of ​​Fermentation...has been healed?"

The blond Five Elders' voice was hoarse, and he clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug into his flesh.

"That chef... has his ability evolved again? Last time it was to enhance an individual, but this time he can actually interfere with the ecosystem of an entire sea area?"

"This is not evolution; it's just another application of his abilities."

The Five Elders holding the sword had icy eyes, and the first generation of the Kitetsu in his hand emitted a slight hum.

"Whether it's strengthening or purifying, the essence is the ultimate manipulation of life energy. He is treating the whole world as his kitchen and all the laws as his cooking utensils."

"We can no longer stand idly by!"

The towering Five Elders slammed their fist on the table, and the round table, made from the century-old Adam Tree, let out a mournful cry of unbearable weight.

"If we let him continue to act with such impunity, the order that our world government has built up over the past eight hundred years will probably just be a menu to be cooked at will in his eyes!"

Silence fell in the room once again.

However, no matter how angry or resentful they were, a cruel reality was before them.

They...couldn't stop it.

The two Five Elders were defeated, the Knights of God suffered a crushing defeat, and the Marine Headquarters was held back by that bastard Garp.

They no longer have enough power to directly challenge that mobile land carrying a horde of monsters.

……

Time flies, and another year has quietly passed.

In this year, the tide of the Great Pirate Era surged ever higher, and the New World was completely transformed into a brutal arena where the strong prey on the weak.

Countless new generation pirates fight and rise on this stage of blood and fire, only to fall like shooting stars.

Charlotte Linlin and Kaido of the Beasts constantly clashed, with the two sides engaging in several large-scale conflicts over territory and resources, resulting in the complete erasure of several islands from the map.

The Navy Headquarters was also exhausted, like a dedicated firefighter rushing to every corner of the sea, trying to extinguish the ever-growing flames of ambition.

In this turbulent era, the Whitebeard Pirates seemed somewhat out of place.

On the back of the ancestral giant tortoise, there seemed to be a utopia isolated from the world.

The twin divine trees, nurtured by the Heart of the World and the Fruit of Origin, have grown into a truly towering giant tree within this year.

Its colorful canopy almost touches the clouds, and the life energy it emits envelops the entire turtle-like shell, forming an independent and perfect ecological cycle.

In that enormous basin, which the crew jokingly called the world's number one soup pot, the elixir of life had gathered into a shimmering lake.

Rennes even cultivated a vast vegetable garden and pasture by the lake.

He planted exotic plant seeds collected from all over the world, and those seeds underwent miraculous mutations in this magical land.

A type of cactus brought from the Alabasta desert produces fruit here that tastes like chilled watermelon—sweet, refreshing, and with a hint of jujube flavor.

He also successfully bred a brand new creature—the Pig-shaped Potato PLUS—using the technology of lineage factors from Germa's database.

This creature not only retains the excellent taste of the pig-shaped potato—crispy on the outside and soft on the inside—but also possesses the ability to reproduce on its own and automatically find water, greatly reducing the burden of feeding Gatz.

Chapter 291 Elephant Lord, Zou

The scholars of Ohara also found a new home in this paradise.

They built an even more magnificent library beneath the twin trees, immersing themselves daily in the study of the historical texts and the ancient cookbook.

Dr. Clover even pioneered a completely new discipline—food archaeology—inspired by Ryan.

They are trying to uncover the historical truth of the blank century by looking at those forgotten ancient ingredients.

Life on the ship was peaceful, serene, and full of vitality.

Of course, this tranquility is only relative.

"Gats! You bastard! You ate the bursting strawberries I just planted again, thinking they were snacks!"

"Hahaha! Who told it to look so delicious! Besides, I beat up that unruly mammoth cow for you yesterday, and it produced two more buckets of milk than usual today!"

On the deck, the lively and bustling atmosphere continues to unfold every day.

Throughout the year, they also encountered the navy's fleet several times.

New World, G5 Branch Sea Area.

"Reporting to Lieutenant General Vergo, Commander of G5 Base! A huge unidentified moving object has been spotted ahead! It's approaching us at a high speed... no, at a snail's pace!"

A naval lookout's voice trembled with fear.

"What's the panic!"

Vergo had a bamboo skewer in his mouth and his face wore his signature cold expression.

"I don't care what it is, if it's a pirate, bombard it with the largest caliber cannons and sink it!"

He raised his binoculars and looked in that direction.

The next second, the expression on his face froze.

Above that overwhelming shadow, a pirate flag with a huge white crescent-shaped mustache was fluttering in the wind.

The binoculars in Vergo's hand fell to the ground with a thud.

"……retreat."

He squeezed out those two words through clenched teeth, his voice trembling slightly.

"Everyone! Turn the ship around immediately! Retreat at full speed! Just pretend we were never here."

Similar scenes were playing out repeatedly in various branches of the Navy.

Gradually, an unwritten rule quietly spread within the navy.

"If you see a moving island at sea with a stern-looking flag flying over it, don't hesitate or report it. Immediately turn the ship around and pretend you're blind."

This made the ancestral giant tortoise's voyage increasingly unimpeded, and also made the legend of the Whitebeard Pirates increasingly magical.

On this day, the ancestral giant tortoise slowly sailed into a mysterious sea area shrouded in thick fog all year round.

The air here is cold and damp, and the sea is calm and still, like a huge black mirror, filled with ominousness and deathly silence.

"Strange, where am I?"

Gatz, carrying the anchor, cautiously looked around.

Just then, Silver, perched in the lookout tree, suddenly spoke, his voice colder than the surrounding fog.

"A huge shadow has been spotted ahead."

Everyone perked up and looked in the direction of the sound.

In the distance, an unimaginably vast, mountain-like shadow loomed in and out of the thick fog.

"Not an island..."

Silver's voice carried a rare hint of solemnity.

“It was moving, and… I heard a cry that has lasted for thousands of years…”

The sound of crying.

It was a sob that defied description, filled with endless sorrow and regret.

It is not like the sound that any living being can make; it is more like a lament from the depths of the soul, spanning thousands of years.

It echoed in the thick fog, penetrating every nook and cranny, seeping into everyone's ears, making their hearts feel as if they were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, causing a strange sense of oppression and palpitations.

"What...what is that sound?"

Gatz felt the hairs on his body stand on end.

As the ancestral giant tortoise drew near, the enormous shadow finally revealed its astonishing true form from the thick fog.