The Manager's Skill

It seemed even Level 0.5 had been spicy.

“Y-yes, this is quite a formidable opponent indeed.”

The manager, sticking out her tongue and blowing softly to cool it, kept waving her hands restlessly.

After wiping away the beads of sweat on her forehead, the manager raised her chopsticks and pointed them at me with a triumphant expression.

“Well? Can you feel how great Jinjo is!”

Praising her was probably the right thing to do here.

I clapped and praised the manager for being so impressive.

“As expected of you, Manager. Jinjo's majesty was on full display.”

“Hehe, even the Demonic Realm's scorching heat is nothing before Jinjo.”

Then her eyes fell on the vivid red broth in front of me...