Little Garden, volcanic crater.
After the eruption, the lingering heat rose into the air, warping the surrounding scenery.
This heat was completely different from the desert heat of Alabasta.
If he had to make a comparison, the heat of the desert was like very hot bathwater. Being in it was unpleasant for humans, but not unbearable.
The heat around the volcano, however, was like blade after blade that had been scorched in flames for a long time, stabbing into their skin one after another.
Not to mention Vivi—even the royal guards who had endured harsh training felt as though they were being tortured in such an environment.
The heat was like countless sharp blades, entering their bodies with every breath and tearing at their lungs.
In such a brutal natural environment, even breathing required courage, let alone eating hot pot here.
The group stared at the strange sight before them, unsure how to react.
Who exactly was that man with his back to them?
But whoever he was, he had to be a powerful man.
At that moment, the man was bare-chested. The muscles on his back radiated explosive strength, and scars of all sizes covered them, proving that he had seen countless battles.
The tattoo on his right arm curled like a storm, eventually converging at his shoulder to form an "eye of the storm."
He waited silently until the hot pot before him came to a full boil. Only then did the man move.
He reached out and grabbed an enormous wooden skewer beside him, threaded a huge pre-sliced slab of dinosaur meat onto it, then lowered the meat into the pot.
After swishing it around for a moment, he waited until the meat had completely changed color, then fished it out, shook off the broth, brought it