Two months had passed since Jung crossed the first trial.
The most noticeable change in his journey was the diet.
Food quickly ran out of his inventory, leaving him and the players in the same boat as they had to dissect and eat monsters they encountered.
He could handle meat easily, but feeding 78 players would have been a huge headache if not for Ori.
Enjoying the cooking process, the sage god took this responsibility upon himself.
Though Jung, Nero, and Ori barely ate.
The latter had no cravings for food.
The cat despised fat—only devoured lean meat, and Jung was content with persona and could last without a single bite for weeks.
This peculiar trio only ate for the taste.
"You are such a superb cook!" the female wizard player said.
"No need to repeat it. You have already said it hundreds of times," grumbled the caregiver boy jealously.
"And I will say it for hundreds to come!"