Doflamingo in Action

Looking at the burning Vivre Card before him, Doflamingo's expression turned completely cold.

Vivre Cards are pieces of paper that represent the life force of their owner. They shrink when the owner weakens and return to their original size when the owner recovers.

If a Vivre Card is burning, it can only mean that its owner is rapidly weakening.

And once a Vivre Card burns out completely, it signifies that its owner's life has reached its end.

The Vivre Card in Baby-5's hand was currently burning slowly, and its owner was Gladius, whom Doflamingo and Trebol had just been discussing.

In the time it took to speak, the Vivre Card in Baby-5's hand completely burned out, turning to ash and disappearing before their eyes.

The sounds of laughter from the pool vanished, and the entire Royal High Ground was enveloped in a terrifying atmosphere. A fearsome aura emanated from Doflamingo, making everyone uneasy.

"Fufufufufu!!"

Doflamingo's laughter rang out again, veins bulging on his forehead, revealing his enraged state.

"Did you do this, Law!"

Law?

Hearing the name of her childhood companion from the young master, a flicker of curiosity crossed Baby-5's mind. However, this was not the time for her to be concerned about such things; the enraged young master before her filled her with dread.

It had been a long time since she had seen the young master this angry.

"Get ready, we're going to the North Blue!"

After giving instructions to Baby-5 and Buffalo, Doflamingo sat back down.

The family's business in the New World depended on its executives, so he could only take Baby-5 and Buffalo with him.

Meanwhile, on the Polar

"Clang clang! Today, Chef Pekoms brings you a sumptuous lunch!"

In the dining hall on the first floor, Pekoms served dish after dish onto the table.

"First, braised fish belly, then steamed sea bass, pan-fried fish fillet, rich fish head soup, secret recipe grilled fish, special smoked fish..."

"Three bowls of rice for me, and give me a portion of the pickles I pilfered from that Marine warship."

"Are there any rice balls? I'll just take a rice ball."

"There should be canned food."

"Bear wants to eat something else too."

"How far is it to the next island? We really need to find a cook soon."

"Don't be so picky! If you want something, make it yourself!"

Pekoms roared in frustration.

They had been sailing at sea for two days since leaving Spiders Mill. Since they didn't have a professional chef, he had been moonlighting.

However, he only knew how to cook fish.

Although his skills were decent, even Bepo, who loved fish the most, was starting to get tired of it.

Rod felt like he was turning into a fish.

"Fine, I'll make something else."

Sighing helplessly, Rod went into the kitchen and took over the cooking utensils.

Unfortunately, [Knights Do Not Die Empty-Handed] had no effect on cooking utensils, otherwise, he could have played chef.

Half an hour later

"Golden fried rice, and a big pot of stew. Make do with it."

He placed a large basin of fried rice on the table, then brought over a large bucket of stew. Pouring in a can of secret sauce snatched from the Donquixote Family and stirring vigorously, another dish was completed.

"The taste is surprisingly not bad."

After taking a bite, Nerl nodded.

"Finally, a change of flavor."

Law also served himself a large bowl of rice and began to eat quickly.

"I say, you guys grew up together, right? Have you really been eating fish all these years?"

Nia, whose appetite had finally changed, couldn't help but ask.

"Ate Wolf's."

"The place I worked at provided meals."

"I'm really speechless."

Nia put her hand to her forehead, speechless.

"You're in no position to talk about others."

Rod glanced at Nia. He could at least make fried rice and stew, but she couldn't do anything. Her cooking skills were limited to boiling an egg, at best.

"So you eat fish every day because you only know how to cook fish!"

Grey suddenly clapped his hands.

After being treated by Law, Grey had finally recovered that morning. The toxins in his body had been completely cleared. This was the first time he had eaten at the table with them; the previous two days, food had been delivered to his room.

"Otherwise, who do you think wants to eat fish three meals a day? It's a shame we managed to grab a lot of food, but there's no one who knows how to cook it."

"Then I'll make an automatic cooking machine later."

Grey said as he stirred the big pot of stew.

"Automatic cooking machine!?"

Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at Grey, who was still stirring the pot.

"Is there a problem?"

Grey looked up at everyone staring at him and was slightly stunned.

"Oh, I get it. You guys like to do things yourselves, right?

Indeed, some people prefer handmade dishes and feel that food made by machines lacks soul. However, I don't feel any difference.

After all, I'm a scientist. My time is basically all spent on research. Since I'm alone, I have to use machines to cook for myself.

Speaking of which, the machine I made before could only make 80 dishes. After eating it for a few years, I really got tired of it, and I never had the chance to improve it again..."

An automatic cooking machine! 80 different dishes!

Rod filtered out Grey's rambling and precisely extracted the key information.

"Stop eating and go make it now."

Rod grabbed Grey, who was still stirring, and walked towards the research lab below.

"Wait, I haven't finished eating yet!"

One hour later

"This is the automatic cooking machine?"

Looking at the simple machine in front of him, which looked similar to a microwave oven, Rod's face was filled with doubt. The others felt the same.

"This is the ordering terminal. I've also modified the Polar a bit. This part is directly connected to the warehouse, and the larger manufacturing section is stuffed inside the warehouse. You just need to select the food you want on the terminal here."

Ignoring everyone's doubts, Grey stepped forward to demonstrate. He selected a thick-cut steak.

"Then, you only need to wait for at most one minute to get a dish."

As he finished speaking, a steak appeared before everyone.

Rod's eyes widened as he looked at the unscientific scene before him, completely bewildered.

What kind of black technology is this!

"Mmm! It tastes really good!"

Nia took a bite. The steak was cooked perfectly, and the rich flavor instantly filled her taste buds.

"Amazing! I have a whole new respect for you, Grey!"

Pekoms ran up and chose a pork chop rice. In just over ten seconds, a steaming hot pork chop rice appeared before him.

"Delicious!"

"I want rice balls, do you have rice balls?"

"Bear wants barbecue!"

"Roasted chicken wings!"

"Fried chicken and fries! And a coke!"

"..."

"Forget it. I'm not a scientist anyway. Who cares if it's scientific or not."

Rod took a bite of the fried chicken. Beneath the crispy exterior lay tender chicken meat. The moment he bit down, the bursting juices and spices intertwined into a beautiful melody.

"So good!"