The time on the wall told Mag that 52 days had already passed. He had lost count of how many grilled fish dishes he had prepared long ago. All he knew was that in the beginning, even catching and killing the smallest iridescent scale grass carp was a slight struggle for him, but now, he could pull out the biggest iridescent scale grass carp in the tank, then stun, kill, and clean it within 15 seconds.
Mag felt like even the fish salesmen at the market probably weren't as fast as him.
As Mag awaited the final judgment from the system, he was very calm. He had been rejected countless times already, and if rejection came again, then he would just have to keep going.
He could only blame himself for being too picky in his past life, stating all of those meticulous conditions, and shooting himself in the foot. The grilled fish he had sampled were all widely accepted to be the best on offer, but he still made additional demands. Those demands were now coming back to haunt him.
