The conference room was in the middle of voting.
Meanwhile, in a hotel somewhere in the city, Jimmy Ward was lying on the bed with a blank expression, staring vacantly and not speaking a word.
These three days!
Who could know how he had spent these three days?
He swore that he had never cut so many potato slices in his life!
His fingers were cut again and again, from being a little hesitant at first, to becoming more and more skilled, even being able to cut his own fingers into evenly-thick slices with his eyes closed.
By the end,
even an official couldn't help but praise his skill, saying that each slice was evenly cut, and with a little soy sauce mustard, it would be perfect sashimi.
He had used several hundred Resurrection Items.
Dying and reviving, cutting his fingers after coming back to life, then dying again and reviving to continue cutting his fingers.
He hardly slept.
He had been working non-stop for three days.
