“This is just an appetizer,” Renn calmly stated.

“This Sea King had just gone through a fight before you captured it, its meat is full of lactic acid, which affects the taste, and it’s too old.”

Renn’s gaze swept over the two giants, finally settling on Rocks.

“On this island, there’s a Rockhorn Triceratops that feeds on volcanic rock.

Because it constantly gnaws on minerals, its meat is firm and rich in various trace elements, and its bone marrow is like top-grade butter, perfect for making rich soups.”

His words made everyone’s breath hitch.

Gatz’s eyes were already sparkling.

Rocks’ smile grew wider; he knew the real feast was just beginning.

“Did you hear that, you two?” Rocks looked at Dorry and Brogy.

“My Head Chef is interested in the dinosaurs on your island.”

Dorry and Brogy exchanged glances, then both broke into warlike smiles.

“Ga ha ha ha! The Rockhorn Triceratops isn’t an easy opponent! It’s thick-skinned, tough-fleshed, and incredibly strong!” Brogy said.

“That’s right! Even back in our day, it took us a lot of effort to catch one!” Dorry added.

“Perfect then.” Rocks took a step forward, and an invisible Haki slowly spread, making the surrounding air heavy.

“How about we have a hunting competition? Us against you, let’s see who can hunt down that Rockhorn Triceratops first, and the winner gets its most delicious parts.”

This proposal instantly ignited the fighting spirit of the two giant warriors.

“Good! Let’s do it!”

“Humans! Don’t you dare wet your pants! Wahahaha!”

Thus began a prehistoric great hunt centered around top-tier ingredients.

The rules of the hunting competition were simple: split into two groups, enter the jungle simultaneously, and the first to hunt a Rockhorn Triceratops and bring it back to the clearing wins.

“Ga ha ha ha! You human youngsters, we’re off first!”

“Don’t get carried away by the mosquitoes in the forest!”

Dorry and Brogy laughed heartily, taking mountain-like strides, thundering into the jungle.

Trees toppled and the ground shook in their wake, their momentum astonishing.

“Captain, what do we do? We can’t compare to their speed.” Dolum was a bit worried.

Rocks, however, didn’t care; he glanced at Renn beside him: “Head Chef, lead the way.”

Everyone looked at Renn.

They knew that since Renn could mention the Rockhorn Triceratops, he must have a way to find it.

Renn closed his eyes.

His extraordinary Observation Haki spread out like an invisible net, rapidly covering the entire island.

The sound of the wind, the rustling of leaves, the buzzing of insects, the distant roars of dinosaurs… countless pieces of information flooded into his mind.

He filtered out the chaotic sounds, focusing on sensing the pulse of the earth and the strength of living beings.

Soon, Renn opened his eyes and pointed in the opposite direction from the giants.

“Over there, the underground mineral energy shows an abnormal accumulation reaction—that’s their nest.”

“Good! Let’s go!” Rocks ordered, and the four immediately set off.

This primeval jungle was a death trap for ordinary people, but for the Rocks Pirates, it was more like a challenging playground.

“Roar!”

A Velociraptor suddenly lunged from the side bushes, moving like lightning, its sharp claws aiming directly for Gatz, who was at the front.

“Good timing!” Gatz was not surprised but delighted; he felt his body was brimming with inexhaustible strength ever since he started eating Renn’s cooking.

He didn’t even use his anchor, but met the attack directly with an iron fist.

Bang!

Fist and dragon claw collided solidly.

The Velociraptor let out a whimper and was sent flying backward by Gatz’s punch, crashing into and breaking a large tree.

Gatz shook his hand and grinned: “That was exhilarating! Head Chef, can this thing be eaten? Looks like there’s a lot of meat.”

“The meat is too tough, the fibers are coarse; it’s only suitable for making jerky,” Renn gave a professional evaluation.

“Tch, then forget it.” Gatz immediately lost interest.

This was the subtle change brought about by the Essence of Food.

Renn’s cooking not only healed their fatigue and hidden injuries from their voyages but also slowly and steadily improved each of their physical qualities.

This change was particularly evident during extreme combat and exercise.

Silvers walked on the flank of the team, his steps as light as a cat’s.

Suddenly, he flicked his wrist, and his long spear shot out like a venomous snake, stabbing lightning-fast towards the treetop above.

Pfft!

With a soft sound, a colorful giant python attempting to ambush them from above was pierced through the head by the spear and pinned to the tree trunk.

Silvers’ movements were faster than before, and his perception was sharper; he could clearly detect every ill-intentioned aura in the jungle.

“This snake’s gallbladder is good, it can be used in medicine or as a seasoning,” Renn glanced at it and offered another evaluation.

Silvers nodded, shook his wrist, and extracted the snake’s gallbladder through the air, wrapped it in a leaf, and handed it to Renn.

Along the way, they encountered attacks from various prehistoric creatures: groups of Dilophosaurus, giant toads that could spray venom, and even a Tyrannosaurus Rex that they disturbed, which roared and charged at them.

As a result, that top predator, which had reigned supreme in ancient times, didn’t even get a chance to show its might before Rocks, annoyed by it blocking his path, shattered half its head with a shockwave from an air-punch, and its massive body crashed to the ground.

“Honestly, so noisy.” Rocks shook his hand, as if he had merely swatted a fly.

Gatz, Silvers, and Dolum were already used to this sight; their Captain was an unreasonable monster to begin with.

Renn, however, knelt down and carefully examined the Tyrannosaurus’s corpse, then shook his head: “What a pity, with a punch like that from you, Captain, the brain and the most essential spinal cord meat are shattered; the integrity of the ingredient is destroyed.”

Rocks’ mouth twitched at that, and he actually showed a rare hint of embarrassment, scratching his head: “I’ll be more careful next time, hitting its butt will do, right?”

Under Renn’s precise guidance, they soon arrived at an open, rocky area.

The Rocks here were a strange dark red, radiating a slight warmth.

The air was filled with a mix of sulfur and metal scents.

“This is it.” Renn pointed to a huge, cave-like nest ahead.

From deep within the cave, came heavy chewing sounds and low growls.

“Are you ready?” Rocks’ eyes gleamed with excitement: “Let’s see what this big fellow, that our Head Chef can’t stop thinking about, is capable of.”

The group silently approached the cave entrance and peered inside.

Inside the cave, a giant beast the size of a small truck was facing away from them, repeatedly ramming its large, keratin-covered head against the cave wall, shattering the hard rock, then chewing on the crushed minerals with relish.

It was the Rockhorn Triceratops.

On its back were three rows of massive bony blades, extending from its neck to its tail, gleaming with a metallic luster.

The three thick, sharp horns on its head were incredibly ferocious, as if they could easily pierce steel.

Just then, the Rockhorn Triceratops seemed to sense something and abruptly turned around.

Its dark yellow vertical pupils instantly locked onto Rocks and his group at the cave entrance.

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