Is your dream still alive?

"Jie ha ha ha..."

The Golden Lion looked at Shakky and said nonchalantly, "It's good to eat more!"

"Ares is at his fastest growth rate right now, we can't let him lack nutrition!"

Then he reached out and patted Ares on the shoulder, laughing like an elder as he said with concern, "Ares, eat as much as you want!"

"Eating more will help your body grow and develop!"

Deep in the Golden Lion's eyes was a hint of deep shock. Ares's food digestion speed was extraordinary, and he hadn't even seen the guy's stomach bulge.

Thinking of this guy's terrifying physique, he was relieved.

Hearing the Golden Lion's words, Shakky's eyelids twitched, and she bit her lip so hard that deep teeth marks appeared on the cigarette filter. She asked in surprise, "You're saying this big guy is still growing?!"

"Shiki, how old is this guy now?"

As the head chef of the Rocks Pirates, she suddenly felt the world darken.

Lines appeared on her fair, jade-like forehead. This four-meter-tall, burly guy, several times bigger than Kuma, is still growing?!

This guy eats as much as dozens of people... if he continues to grow like this, how much will he be able to eat in one meal?

"Fourteen or fifteen years old," the Golden Lion replied. Then, he wanted to help Ares solve this problem, but when he thought that he had lost 100 million Belly to Whitebeard, and that MISS. Bagin had squeezed a lot out of him, he was also short on cash, so he dismissed the idea.

The Golden Lion chuckled and said, "He is a formal member recognized by Captain Rocks, and the food is free!"

"Don't worry, this guy's combat power will soon be able to contribute to the Rocks Pirates."

Shakky glared fiercely at Ares, who was gobbling down food, stomped her foot in anger, and said helplessly, "What big guys are coming to the Rocks Pirates now? One Kaido, one Linlin, one Ares."

"Can he eat any more?!"

She turned around and walked towards the kitchen, her cheeks puffed out. The chefs in the kitchen were working hard, and the hot kitchen made them sweat profusely.

The movements in their hands couldn't stop at all. This was a battle!

The Golden Lion said to Ares heroically, "Eat as much as you want, fill your stomach, and if it's not enough, let the chefs make more!"

If it weren't free, one would really think he was the "sugar daddy" treating everyone.

One meal.

It took a full hour, and the plates on the table were as high as three or four people.

"Ares, your talent is really enviable!" The Golden Lion stood up from the stool. This guy's food intake and digestion were simply a continuous flow factory.

He said excitedly, "A guy like you should become a pirate!"

Such a person's vitality will be extremely tenacious, and his recovery ability will far surpass ordinary people.

"Burp~"

Ares burped and said happily, "The food here is so delicious, much more delicious than the food I make myself!"

"I have never eaten such delicious food before. I want to eat such delicious food every day in the future!"

In the past few years, he had simply roasted the animals he hunted over a fire, and ate them when they were cooked.

But eating such carefully prepared and cooked dishes, with various delicious seasonings and master-level cooking skills, made him feel endlessly satisfied.

He felt extremely excited and happy.

"Let's go, it's time to go back," the Golden Lion said to Ares.

Ares also stood up. His burly figure was much taller than the Golden Lion, and he looked down at the Golden Lion and said, "I still have to train!"

"Even if I practice Swordsmanship, it won't allow my body to surpass Supreme Grade Sword. I can't stop training my physical body every day!"

His firm and persistent tone left the Golden Lion with no choice. There was a hint of admiration in his eyes. "You're really disciplined. If even you can't achieve your dream..."

"There aren't many people in this world who can achieve their dreams."

The Golden Lion patted Ares on the shoulder with some emotion, and said with a sigh, "Ares, one day you will see the day when I, the Golden Lion, achieve my dream."

"I hope that at that time, you will stand by my side and share this supreme glory with me!"

He looked at Ares with burning eyes, with a hint of expectation in his eyes. Although he was now in the Rocks Pirates, he believed that one day.

He will be able to surpass Rocks one day and become the overlord of this sea!!

And Ares is definitely a strong man who can help him!

Unfortunately, the Golden Lion's words were like playing the lute to a cow for Ares, who was only fourteen or fifteen years old and had just come into contact with the outside world. Instead, he asked with a puzzled look, "Then what is your dream?!"

The Golden Lion retracted his heroic expression, glanced at the other pirates around him, and did not directly address the question, but said vaguely, "Of course it is to make a name for myself in the sea!"

"I will also make a name for myself in the sea!" Ares said, "I know that only a famous sword that has been tempered thousands of times is recognized by the world."

"I will do it, and then I will be the sword, and the sword will be me."

"There will also be a famous sword in the world that surpasses Supreme Great Swords, it must be--Ares!"

The Golden Lion suddenly laughed loudly: "Jie ha ha ha... Go, go and work hard to achieve your dream!!"

"This vast sea is a place where dreams intertwine and converge. In my Golden Lion's eyes, what the world pursues is nothing but fame, wealth, and status, but you are different..."

"The dream you pursue is destined to shatter the world's rules and perceptions. I hope you succeed!"

He laughed wildly, turned, and left. The world would definitely become more interesting because of Ares' appearance.

The Golden Lion firmly believed this!

Shakky in the kitchen also cast a curious glance, looking at Ares with some surprise. This kid was able to gain such importance in the Golden Lion's eyes.

He had his own persistence and dreams.

She muttered to herself, "It seems this glutton isn't so annoying after all."

Ares also strode out of the cafeteria and headed straight for the training room.

The blood in his body began to flow faster, and he seemed to be heating up slightly. It was a good time to train!

He knew it too.

Choosing to forge himself into a weapon surpassing a Supreme Grade Sword was something that ordinary people would consider impossible.

He didn't care.

Giving up without even trying was the behavior of a coward, a self-comforting excuse for the weak.

Some dreams aren't things that are placed in front of you, things you can just reach out and grab.

In the empty training room.

The loud banging sounds echoed as always, and Ares was the piece of steel that was constantly being hammered.

It was destined to be a long and persistent process.

Under the hammering, his skin and muscles gradually turned red and hot, and even the temperature of the iron rod in Ares' hand began to gradually rise.

Making his skin and muscles even harder.

Even his resistance to high temperatures was gradually becoming stronger and improving!

A quantitative change would eventually lead to a qualitative one!