Seraphina Sullivan didn’t let herself get distracted by the other people’s assessment progress in the main hall.
For her, the most critical thing right now was to pass this Pastry Chef assessment.
To get a ticket into the core area of the banquet.
She pushed open the small door.
And entered the so-called "temporary assessment kitchen."
The kitchen was a little larger than she had imagined.
But its layout was just as dreamlike and unreal.
The stove was a smooth block of toffee with swirling patterns.
On top of it danced a cold flame that flickered like a rainbow.
The utensil rack was lined with all sorts of bizarre tools.
Sugar Frosting spoons that stirred on their own.
Chocolate temperature guns that could precisely control heat.
And a pile of faintly glittering jars and pots of unknown purpose.
But the most eye-catching things were the "ingredients."
Seraphina Sullivan saw "Dream Dew" in a transparent crystal bowl, a substance that looked like a liquid rainbow flowing slowly within it.
Piles of special strawberries of various colors and sizes that emitted a faint humming sound.
Rose petals that gave off a strange, cold fragrance, as if they were carved from ice crystals.
And some syrups that were as thick as honey but shimmered with the light of stardust.
If an ordinary pastry chef from the real world were to see these "ingredients" that completely subverted their understanding...
They would probably just faint, be utterly at a loss, and have no idea where to even begin.
But Seraphina Sullivan was no ordinary Pastry Chef.
She was a Player who possessed the [Magic Cuisine] Talent and had just taken on the [Pastry Chef] Profession!
’Since these are ingredients from a dream, I’ll just have to handle them in a dream-like way.’
With her mind made up, a flicker of eagerness flashed in Seraphina Sullivan’s eyes.
She didn’t get bogged down by the physical and chemical properties of these ingredients.
Instead, she directly activated her [Magic Cuisine] Talent Ability.
She slowly extended her spiritual power to cover the strange ingredients.
At the same time, the knowledge of dessert-making from her [Pastry Chef] Profession quietly began to take effect.
This allowed Seraphina Sullivan to more naturally understand and harmonize the traits of the ingredients.
Seraphina Sullivan selected a few ingredients that felt relatively "harmonious."
A light blue "Serene Dream Dew" that exuded an aura of tranquility.
A few "Glimmerberries" that were as brilliant as rubies and had a slightly sweet and sour taste.
Some crystal-clear, crunchy crushed rock sugar.
And a small jar of honey to add gloss and cohesiveness.
Without using any of the fancy utensils,
Seraphina Sullivan simply stretched out her hands, palms facing each other.
Spiritual power gathered and flowed between her palms, forming a miniature, invisible Energy Field.
She drew the selected ingredients into the Energy Field one by one. Her will, like the most precise instrument, began to guide, break down, reassemble, and shape them!
The ingredients were gently stretched and extended, forming a cake base as thin as a cicada’s wing, yet unusually stable.
The special fruit—the strawberries—were skillfully dotted inside and on the surface of the cake base like embedded jewels.
The crushed rock sugar was sprinkled evenly, adding texture and a sparkling effect.
The honey, meanwhile, became the most natural adhesive and glossy coating.
The entire process was silent, yet filled with a certain rhythm.
A light sweat beaded on Seraphina Sullivan’s forehead, but her eyes were focused and bright.
Just as the main body of the cake was about to be completed and she was preparing to add some final decorative piping—
"AH—!!!"
A piercing, short scream rang out.
It came from the hall outside the kitchen, filled with ultimate pain and terror!
The sound pierced through the not-so-soundproof door, drilling clearly into Seraphina Sullivan’s ears!
It seemed the consequences of this assessment were far crueler than imagined.

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