Chapter 61

Fail. Fail. And failed.

I don't know how many times I've tried to cook with my magic power. I don't know how long I've been doing it; I don't remember anymore. Several times I had to stop because my right hand wouldn't obey and it hurt even more. I looked at the results of my cooking with a feeling of irritation and anger.

"Unlucky!" I shouted, throwing several plates of near-finished omelets on the floor. Granted the result wasn't exploding, but it was still inedible. The taste was somehow bitter; I don't know what was wrong with my cooking method.

I bit my lower lip frantically. If this last attempt fails, it's over. I couldn't help but have to say goodbye to my hard-earned career.