After placing the extensive food order, the waiter had to repeat it, nearly wearing out his mouth. Damn. This guy eats a lot.
Wiping his sweat, the waiter asked, "Do you need anything else, Sir?"
"No, that's all," Eka replied. He could see other patrons looking at him strangely, but he was used to it. The waiter went back to fulfill his order.
As he waited, Eka contemplated his next destination. "After this, I'll do another run at F-rank," he thought. Encountering D-rank and above was based on luck. Even though it was a good sign for the city, the masked holder felt a sense of melancholy.
He had to wait for another 30 minutes before some of his orders arrived. The dishes covered the whole table, drawing the attention of other diners for the second time.
Eka changed his mask into a half mask and dug in. His pace was neither slow nor fast, but in no time, he devoured a plate and moved on to the second.
