Silence wrapped around the Korean team’s bench. It was Shin Taeil who opened his mouth first, “What does that...? Who is the player?”

“It is a secret.”

“However, I need to know his name to register him as a player...”

Everyone's gazes were focused on me. They were all confused. Perhaps it was natural. A man wearing a strange mask came with a Union employee and they said they were going to change players. Yoo Minseok glanced at me and nodded. It meant he would leave the decision up to me.

“Choi Chuntaek.”

“...Choi Chuntaek. I see. This is the first time I’ve heard of you. Are you a Korean ranker?”

I nodded again at Shin Taeil’s question. I remembered that the last time I checked, my chef’s ranking had gone up to 3rd place. If this meant being a ranker then I was a ranker.

“What place...”

“Third place.”

Small exclamations of amazement burst out from all over the bench. Those who seemed to be candidates were taken aback.

“Wow. Amazing. Third place.”

“So why is he wearing a mask?”

“Is it a mysterious concept?”

“What class is he?”

Shin Taeil asked like he was also curious, “What class...”

I shrugged like it was inconsequential. “I’m a chef.”

“......”

“......”

“......”

The admiration flowing from the Korean team’s bench stopped and they fell silent again....