Of course, Marcel chose the hard way. He had suffered so much because of the spicy burn already that he should give up halfway when success was so close to him.
So, he endured it.
Even when the veins on his forehead were prominent and the sweat which was evidence of the torture that he was going through rolled down the sides of his face, Marcel endured it all.
His grip on the table tightened and the veins in his hands were close to popping out, but he still did not give up. If Marcel had supernatural strength, he could have crushed the table already with the way he was holding onto it.
However, his strong grip lessened with time as the potency of the spicy burn lessened to an endurable degree Marcel could work with. After a while, he was perfectly fine and Eric's applause broke the silence.
"You are quite an admirable young man," He said, looking down at his watch, "Fifteen minutes done."
