One Piece: Talent Copy System

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On a calm sea, a large ship sailed steadily along its course.

Noir stood at the bow with a map in his hand, excitedly gazing out at the distant sea. "We've arrived!"

Ace and the others rushed to the bow, their faces full of wonder as they gazed upon the uniquely designed floating restaurant.

Although it was called a restaurant, it had the appearance of a huge ship, with fish-shaped figureheads at each end. The ship was quite spacious, obviously able to accommodate many diners.

Ace cheered, "Let's go! Time to disembark and eat!"

The ship docked at Baratie, and Ace eagerly led everyone ashore.

Noir turned to the cool and aloof sharpshooter, Mihar, and asked, "Aren't you coming ashore to eat?"

Mihar shook his head and replied in a deep voice, "Just have the captain bring me something."

Noir shrugged and then caught up with Ace, who ran ahead. The four of them pushed open the door and entered the restaurant.

From the outside, Baratie looked extravagant, but inside it looked like a high-end restaurant.

Clean. That was Noir's first impression upon entering.

Hygiene is a basic requirement for any restaurant, and Baratie certainly met that standard.

Noir, Ace, Deuce and Skull, Mihar found a table and sat down.

Soon a neatly dressed waiter approached with menus in hand and a smile on his face. "What would you like to eat, gentlemen?"

Ace picked up a menu and started to look at it, but when he saw the prices...

The three of them simultaneously turned their eyes to Noir.

Since they had no choice, since their ship had sunk and all their money was gone with it, they relied on Noir, who had become the big spender.

Noticing their eager gazes, Noir generously said, "Order whatever you want! I've got money!"

With the financier's approval, Ace's restraint was unleashed. With a swagger, he tossed the menu aside and said, "One of everything!"

The waiter looked at them as if they were crazy.

But his tone quickly turned cold as he said, "I'm sorry, but even though we are a restaurant, we don't welcome such waste."

Noir was also taken aback and asked, "Can you really eat all that?"

For the first time, Ace showed an emperor-like aura, and even Deuce and Skull adopted a masterful demeanor.

When it came to eating, Ace's expression changed from his usual nonchalance to one of seriousness.

The change in their demeanor was as dramatic as a certain bald teacher going into serious mode.

With one hand on his chin and a sharp stare, Deuce said, "Noir, you got to understand, when it comes to food, we are unbeatable!"

Ace slapped the table and confidently told the waiter, "Don't worry, we'll eat everything, not a crumb left.

With this assurance, the waiter, despite his disbelief, had no choice but to comply.

Soon a sumptuous feast was brought out by the waiters and quickly filled the table.

What followed left everyone in the restaurant gasping in amazement.

Ace and the others devoured the food like starved ghosts, not even bothering with utensils, just shoveling the food directly into their mouths along with the plates...

Then spitting the plates out...

Noir felt out of place eating with a fork, given the bizarre scene in front of him.

With his mouth full of meat, Ace muttered, "Noir, hurry up, you'll miss out if you don't eat fast!"

"What are you saying?" Noir asked, a vein popping out of his forehead.

As the food ran out, the trio didn't slow down, but became even more ravenous.

Even the food in front of Noir was snatched by a sinful hand!

No way!

Noir barely had enough to satisfy his appetite!

Back then, he was the undefeated food champion of his school, earning the nickname "Food Emperor" and the bane of the school cafeteria!

How could he lose to those guys?

Dropping all pretense of elegance, Noir stood up, put one foot on the table, and entered the fray, battling Ace for the food.

The Food Devourers made their official debut as the restaurant's patrons looked on in pity.

Look how hungry these kids are!

Even the waiter was ashamed of his earlier judgment.

Seeing these obviously malnourished individuals, his previous comments seemed completely inappropriate!

The commotion caused by the four was no small matter, and the kitchen was essentially at war.

A waiter, drenched in sweat, burst into the kitchen and shouted, "These customers have ordered another full menu!"

"What?!"

"You've got to be kidding! They already ate enough for twenty people!"

"Damn it! My chef's pride is on fire! No way will I lose to them!"

Several burly chefs in hats and uniforms dashed around the kitchen, quickly preparing an array of exquisite dishes.

Despite their frantic pace, they were all exhausted and drenched in sweat, but they still couldn't keep up with the speed at which the food was being consumed outside.

For a restaurant, not being able to serve food fast enough for customers was a great embarrassment.

Especially when the entire kitchen crew was on the job and still couldn't keep up with just one table.

The cooks swore that those four ate more than all the other customers combined in a day!

Amidst the chaos, a young, sharply dressed man with a distinctive eyebrow appeared in the kitchen.

His eye was partially covered by blond hair, while his visible eyebrow formed a distinct swirl that seemed hypnotic if stared at for too long.

Sanji, Baratie's young sous-chef, stood in the chaotic kitchen with authority and commanded, "Calm down!

Everyone immediately fell silent. With a serious expression on his face, Sanji ordered, "Assign two more cooks to take care of these guys' meals. I'll go outside and check the situation."

Sanji went out and quickly located the conspicuous group of four.

At their table the fight for food raged on. Deuce and Skull were almost wrestling, while Noir and Ace had flames shooting out of their hands.

Sanji approached, his mouth twitching at the sight.

As someone who valued dining etiquette, he didn't particularly appreciate the group's table manners.

However, Sanji was also magnanimous and would not impose his standards on others.

Anyone who was hungry and came to this restaurant was his guest.

But this level of eating frenzy was something Sanji had never seen before.

Sanji looked at the four and asked with a touch of grace, "Are you enjoying your meal?"

Noir immediately recognized Sanji's distinctive eyebrows.

Waving his steak, Noir replied contentedly, "Not bad, But you're serving a little slow. We're just getting started!"

Sanji's eye twitched. Just getting started?

If they really started, the heads of the kitchen staff would be on the chopping block!

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