Of course, they could skewer their own meat—but who had the time? Everyone was either hunting for supplies or fighting other ability-users, trying to strengthen themselves.

Ray flat-out refused.

"I'm not your waiter. I'm not here to cook for you. You think you deserve it?"

His blunt refusal naturally sparked outrage. In these days, even a single loaf of bread could trigger a fight. But here he was, sitting on piles of skewers and meat, eating in front of them without sharing—seeing it was eno