Witnessing the birth of weird and unusual names from Minhyuk’s absurd naming sense brought the two people standing in front of the crystal ball in a daze. The first one to gather their senses back together was Conir. He said, “I believe that’s not the main point.”

“That’s right.”

They were wondering how Minhyuk led hundreds of wild beasts to attack the cyclops and the drake.

“How in the world did this happen…?”

Arakhan had told Minhyuk that he could use the topography and the terrain however he wanted, but he had never imagined that Minhyuk would make use of the wild beasts in the forest. Then, as if recalling something, Arakhan said, “Ah, from what I recall, that boy’s class is a ‘chef’.”

“I see…”

Conir and Arakhan were once again dumbfounded. For a chef, such an outstanding performance in the past trials was simply shocking. How could he be so strong when he was just a chef? And that was not all—how could a chef be like a monster tamer and tame those ferocious wolves and bears, making them follow his command?

On the other hand, Arakhan, who had tasted Minhyuk’s food before, felt like he could sympathize with what the beasts felt. He thought, ‘That’s really amazing. Everything is…!’

The strongest contender to become their successor was not a knight, a swordsman, or a warrior, but a man whose main class was non-combatant: a chef.

“Maybe, with...