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He didn't use any tools; he simply reached out and gently patted the huge barrel.

The barrel of wine, which had carried eight hundred years of hope, seemed to come alive, transforming into a dazzling rainbow that flew out of the barrel and slowly and solemnly poured into the enormous cauldron of the sacred tree.

The wine was poured into the pot without making a sound, but an indescribable aroma, a blend of joy, freedom, and hope, instantly filled the air, causing the Void Demon, who was locked in battle with Newgate and Teach, to momentarily pause.

The soup base is ready.

Next up are the seasonings.

Raine took a deep breath, and for the first time, a flame of creation ignited in his usually calm eyes.

He carefully took out one legendary ingredient after another from his food storage room, ingredients he had acquired along the way with his life and adventures.

The first one was that strange shell that seemed to be made up of countless compressed, flowing stars.

【The snail's shell of time】.

"Using time as a guide."

Ryan lifted the shell high and then let go.

The snail shell traced a graceful arc in the air before falling into the golden soup, where it instantly melted, transforming into countless tiny, shimmering particles that blended into the broth.

The flow of the soup seemed to slow down and become richer at this moment, carrying a hint of the sedimentation of time.

The second one is that crystal-clear teardrop, as if it contained all the joys and sorrows of the world.

【A Heart of Resonance】.

"Use emotions as salt."

A heart that resonates with another melts silently into the pot.

The soup seemed to be infused with a soul, and began to pulsate gently to some wonderful melody, sometimes joyful, sometimes sorrowful, full of the taste of life.

The third was that small half-bag of white powder that shimmered with tiny specks of light, seemingly capable of washing away all the filth of the world.

The Salt of the Wise.

"Use purity as the key."

When the Sage's Salt was sprinkled in, all the discordant noises in the soup caused by the collision of laws were instantly soothed, and the soup became clearer and purer, as if it could reflect one's soul.

The fourth one is the fruit that is entirely covered in a dreamlike, seven-colored glazed glass, as if it were a miracle fruit crystallized from all life and laws of the entire world.

【The Fruit of Origin】.

"Let creation be the fire."

When this fruit, representing origin and creation, fell into the pot, the whole pot of soup boiled completely!

An unimaginably vast creative force, brimming with new life and hope, erupted from it, causing the giant cauldron formed by the twin divine trees to grow again, becoming even larger and more wondrous!

Renn's movements did not stop for the first time.

He took all the legendary ingredients he had collected along the way and, like a top perfumer, poured them into the giant pot that was cooking an era in the most perfect and harmonious way, representing the concepts and principles they embodied.

He wasn't cooking.

He was using his life's culinary skills and willpower to fulfill a promise that spanned eight hundred years.

He was cooking a pot of soup that would bring light to a world that had been shrouded in darkness for too long.

This dish is called "Dawn".

Chapter 302 Everything Can Be Food (The Finale)

As the soup called "Dawn" slowly boiled in the cauldron of the Twin Trees, and as the ultimate aroma, a blend of time, emotion, purity, and creation, was about to take shape, Raine knew that one last thing was missing.

It was a special seasoning that could not be measured in any value.

It represents protection, and it also represents a promise.

Raine raised his head, his gaze piercing through the chaotic battlefield and landing on the distant, fog-shrouded sea.

He stretched out his hand and gently beckoned in that direction.

"Old friend, it's your turn to step in."

Almost the instant his words fell, a long, mournful cry, filled with endless sorrow and regret, yet also carrying a trace of relief and hope, pierced through the endless waves and resounded deep within the souls of everyone.

A colossal creature, seemingly a living miracle created by the very hand of the Creator God, emerged slowly from the thick fog with heavy steps.

Elephant Lord.

Tears, like a waterfall, flowed continuously from its ancient, deep-pool-like eyes.

But this time, the tears were no longer filled with sadness, but with gratitude and relief.

A tear, as pure as the purest diamond, containing the weight of a thousand-year-old guardian's will and a promise, slid down from the corner of Zelda's eye.

It drew a magnificent rainbow in the sky, traversing an endless distance, and dripped precisely and gently into the boiling cauldron of the divine tree.

【The tears of gratitude from the Lord】.

The moment the last ingredient was added to the soup, the entire pot of Dawn Soup shone brightly!

An ultimate fragrance, indescribable in any language, a blend of joy, freedom, hope, and truth, without physical form, yet through the resonance of laws, spread instantly to every corner of the world in an irrational way that surpassed the speed of light.

Whether it's the navy anxiously waiting in Marineford, the pirates fighting in the New World, or the common people struggling to make a living across the world.

Everyone who smelled this fragrance, regardless of age, gender, race, or affiliation, froze in their tracks at the same instant.

In their minds, clear images, imbued with a profound sense of history, spontaneously appeared.

They saw a vast and prosperous ancient kingdom.

I saw the truth about that deliberately erased, century-long blank period of history.

I also felt the purest yearning for freedom from the man named Joy Boy, and the weighty promise that spanned eight hundred years.

At this moment, the truth was presented to everyone in the world in the gentlest yet most forceful way.

The bulwark of lies crumbled at that moment.

Above Laugh Tale, the Void Demon, controlled by the will of Im and representing the highest power of the World Government, let out its first and last mournful cry, filled with resentment and fear, upon coming into contact with this scent full of truth and hope.

Its body, constructed of nothingness and lies, was like ice and snow exposed to the scorching sun, completely purified and erased from the level of laws, leaving not a trace of its existence.

The Holy Land, Mary Geoise.

Between those in power, beneath that enormous straw hat, a pair of eyes filled with resentment and disbelief slowly lost all their luster.

Meanwhile, Blackbeard Teach, who was engaged in a fateful duel with Newgate, froze the moment he smelled that scent, his face, which was always filled with arrogance and ambition.

Instead, there is an extreme, soul-deep greed.

"Mine! These are all mine!"

He abandoned his fight with Newgate, let out a frenzied roar, and his body, enveloped in darkness and the power of vibration, transformed into a black streak of light, rushing headlong towards the cauldron of the divine tree that was radiating brilliant light!

He wants to possess this pot of soup, this flavor that contains all the truth and hope of the world!

However, the moment his dark and ambitious soul came into contact with the pot of soup, he not only failed to absorb its power, but was instead violently burst apart by an irresistible and unimaginably vast will!

That pot of soup contained the joy of eight hundred years of an ancient kingdom, Joy Boy's yearning for freedom, and the expectations of countless people for the truth.

It is a vast collection of pure, positive wills, capable of illuminating all darkness.

Teach's ambition, his darkness, and even his very concept of existence seem so insignificant and laughable in the face of this pot of soup.

"No...it's impossible...how could I...have indigestion..."

These were the last words Teach left in this world.

His body burst open like a balloon inflated to its limit, without spilling a drop of blood or flesh.

Instead, it transformed into the most primal, pure dark energy, which was then completely purified and decomposed by the golden light emanating from the soup, ultimately turning into nothingness and dissipating into the world.

He wanted to devour an era, but in the end, he was overwhelmed by that era.

This is perhaps the most darkly humorous, and also the most fitting, ending for a gourmet like him.

As the light of the soup called "Dawn" gradually faded, and as the aroma that had swept the world slowly dissipated, the sky above Laugh Tale had already returned to its timeless tranquility and peace.

Newgate silently sheathed his naginata. He looked at the now empty battlefield, then at the unscathed primordial tortoise in the distance, and at his family members on the deck who were slowly recovering from their shock, their faces filled with the relief of surviving a catastrophe. He remained silent for a long time.

Finally, he raised his head and, facing the new blue sky illuminated by the light of dawn, let out the most joyful and heroic laugh of his life.

"Gulalalalala! Gulalalalala!"

He knew that he had obtained a treasure that was more precious and real than the so-called title of Pirate King or the so-called ONE PIECE.

……

Several years later.

The rule of the World Government has long since become a thing of the past, and the once lofty Red Earth continent has been leveled by a mysterious force, truly connecting the four seas together.

The world has entered an unprecedented new era of true freedom and flourishing diversity.

Pirates still exist, but they are no longer fighting for territory and treasure. Instead, they are exploring the vast, unknown, and wondrous ocean, pursuing their own dreams and adventures.

The navy did not disappear; instead, it broke free from the control of the World Government and became a truly independent organization dedicated to protecting civilians and maintaining maritime order.

On the back of the ancestral giant tortoise, the twin divine trees, after undergoing that ultimate cooking process, had completely merged with this ancient life form, growing into a true, vast, boundless, vibrant, and miraculous moving continent.

Here you'll find rivers flowing with the elixir of life, fruit trees laden with cloud-like cotton candy, and the world's most magnificent library, which holds all the knowledge of Ohara.

The Whitebeard Pirates, along with the scholars of Ohara, lived a noisy, happy, and vibrant life in this new homeland called Utopia.

Gatz's biggest daily annoyance is that his pig-shaped potato Plus, which he's fattened up to be fatter than a sea king, has ruined his favorite hammock again.

Dorum finally realized his dream of early retirement. His greatest pleasure every day was lying on his self-designed rocking chair, which would never break, leisurely fishing, and incidentally issuing one repair ticket after another to Gatz for his foolish behavior, all filled with schadenfreude.

Raine stood atop the sacred tree, overlooking the new world he had personally created, a world filled with laughter and joy. The sea breeze ruffled his spotless chef's uniform, and a satisfied smile played on his lips.

He slowly turned the pages of his cookbook, which was as thick as an encyclopedia, and on the blank, last page, with the calmest strokes, he wrote down his final and most profound reflection on this journey.

[Ingredient Name: World.]

[Cooking advice: Put your heart into it.]

(End of the book)