Congratulations! Cook is now level 5.

Congratulations! Cook is now level 6.

Congratulations! Fast Handed is now level 3.

Congratulations! Poker Face is now level 3.

Congratulations! Cook is now level 7.

Much to Fuk's dismay while he was grilling the meat, they sat on the picnic cloth, seemingly weren't enjoying the bbq party. What was most annoying was that his manager, John joining with their circle and almost immediately ate whatever Fuk brought to them.

Weirdly enough, John was the only one that truly enjoying this barbeque, he barked the inappropriate dad jokes and most of the other attendant turned their head and forcing their laugh and smile. Though... from among them one person, Dominique sincerely laughed at John jokes.

With a grin, he replied John dad jokes with his chemistry pun, then others would laugh, then John would reply and others would laugh again then Fuk brought the foods and went back to the grill.

In this regard, Fuk felt rewarded as he didn't need to hear all of their jokes, though constantly feeling the heat from the furnace, it wasn't weird at all for him to gain Heat Resistance or Fire Resistance skill, and at around the time Fuk thought about this.

Congratulations! You have learned the passive skill Heat Resistance Lvl 1!

Alert! You have reached the skill limit. Spend 1 Renown point to increase the skill limit by 5!

Fuk nodded in satisfaction, finally knowing the purpose from Renown, though... he somewhat felt a little bit disappointed knowing that there was a limit on the number of skills he could get.

As he opened the screen, messaging Ellisar and the others, trying to gather more information about Renown, Saiko stood and came to Fuk. "...Hey." She spoke, which caused Fuk to stumble a little bit as she making the first conversation.

Fuk turning his head and lightly coughed. "Wait a moment, it isn't ready." Fuk said as he closing down the screen.

"...No...Can we speak for a minute?"

Hearing her offer, Fuk only shrugged his shoulder and replied. "Eh, sure. Something wrong?" He said as he studiously watched every corner on his meats.

Sighing, once again she opened her mouth and made a small whisper. "...In private."

Rolled his eyes, Fuk took a quick glance to the other. "Eh, I can't leave this place. Anyway, just talk, it isn't like the other will notice us."

Although hesitant, her mouth formed into a line and once again she spoke. "...Candidate?"

Hearing her word, one word to rule Fuk's attention, he rolled his wide opened eyes to her. He already thought about this when she slapped him but he just couldn't find the right word to ask her. Albeit a little bit surprised. "Yep."

At Fuk's word, her lip curled into a little smile. "...I see." And she just silently stood at his side.

A heavy silence settled over them, thicker than the uncomfortable jokes from the two middle-aged men. Their eyes glanced at each other in the fixed interval while trying to avoid catching other glances that passed by. Awkwardly facing the other, carefully watched a man shifted uncomfortably in his seat, others made their forced smile under the barrage of bad jokes, and even some tried to hold back their yawn.

"So... what do you want?." After a few minutes, Fuk spoke to the woman that only stood next to him, no reply, no remark, only silence.

"....Am I a bother?"

Fuk shook his head. "Not really... it's just weird, you know, like when you are ordering a pizza and they don't cut it? yep something like that."

"....I don't get it."

"Eh, forget it."

Putting the meat onto the plate, Fuk walked away. And honestly, he didn't think that Saiko would silently stand next to the grill, waited for him.

Giving her a weird look, Fuk continued grilling another meat and once again. "...So...what do you want?"

"....Am I a bother?"

Twitching his eyes, feeling that he just experiencing a deja vu. "Not really... *Sigh* Alright, alright... let's try something else, how about the food? is it great?"

Saiko nodded, though after their conversation got stopped once again she spoke. "...Is it fine to open the screen in front of everyone?"

"Oh... about that..."

Fuk briefly explained about everything that he knew and gathered, about the attributes affect, the list of class and their skills, exploiting the rule and et cetera. As he was explaining everything Saiko, holding her chin sometimes replied with a nod or small words such as 'I see' or 'I see' or 'I see' and '...so you're the one that changed its name.'

After finished Fuk asked. “Is this what you wanted to talk about? By the way, what's your class?"

Seemingly satisfied, her mouth curled up into a slightly big grin, and this time without hesitation she opened her status screen, showing Fuk her class and explaining everything that she knew.

Saiko Patricia Hattori.

Level: 2

Class: Martial Artist (+4 Str, +4 Agility, +4 Reaction, -4 Resistance.)

Renown: 2

Health/r per minute: 165/1.29

Mana/r per minute: 154/0.97

Stamina/r per second: 126/1.30

Capacity: 85

Slot: 22

Strength: 32 +4 = 33.

Constitution: 21

Endurance: 25

Durability: 24

Agility: 15 +4 = 19.

Dexterity: 14

Reaction: 17 +4 = 21.

Precision: 35

Intelligence: 31

Wisdom: 21

Focus: 22

Resistance: 14-4 = 10.

Presence: 19

Perception: 13

Control: 34

Willpower: 13

As Fuk was reading her attributes, there were too many things that bothered him, though... "So, what's up with Patricia?"

"....My middle name, got a problem?"

"Oh... how about unique class? ah I mean a class that only has 1 Cp. have it?"

"....No."

Without thinking about it too much, Fuk dropped the rest of his question and continued to concentrate on his cooking while Saiko, stood right next to him, seemingly didn't want to hear another dry joke.