Under the warm yellow lights, the restaurant was filled with the rich aroma of simmering bone broth.
Sunlight poured through the open glass windows, draping the coffee-colored tables in a golden veil.
At one of them sat a young man in a white T-shirt and a black motorcycle jacket. His right hand supported his cheek as he gazed out at the skyscrapers, the ceaseless traffic, and crowds weaving through the city.
His name was Mu Qiu—and he was not a native of this world.
He had transmigrated here exactly one week ago.
Seven days earlier, he had tapped an annoying pop-up ad by accident while browsing online, downloading a game he originally hadn't planned to try. But the game's description caught his attention, so he decided to install it.
The game's concept was simple yet thrilling:
Players became chefs who operated a restaurant connected to countless dimensions through a wooden door. They hunted for ingredients in various worlds, captured gourmet beasts to raise in their personal ranch, and cultivated rare plants in their own farm. It mixed management, combat, adventure, and collection elements, making it highly addictive.
Mu Qiu played nonstop, completing the beginner tutorial, unlocking the warehouse, farm, ranch, and other basic facilities. But the moment he activated the final function—the dimensional gateway—everything changed.
The view outside his window morphed from low-rise buildings into a forest of steel towers scraping the clouds. The text on the storefronts shifted from familiar Chinese characters into flowing English letters.
The game had turned into a system.
The restaurant had materialized.
The cramped bedroom had expanded into a luxurious, spacious eatery spanning hundreds of square meters.
The wooden door truly led to other realms.
The ranch and farm became miniature worlds.
The warehouse transformed into a storage space.
And he himself… changed from a chubby homebody into a tall, muscular, 1.85-meter hunk—complete with the cooking skills of a top-tier chef.
Usually, a transmigrator with a "golden finger" would be delighted. But to Mu Qiu, everything depended on which world he had landed in.
A cautious otaku like him would never want to appear in dangerous worlds—especially not in a place like the Marvel Universe, full of aliens, superhumans, and cosmic disasters. One wrong step and he'd be vaporized.
All he ever wanted was to bring his cheat system into a peaceful world, earn ridiculous amounts of money, and enjoy a luxurious life surrounded by beautiful women.
…Of course, that was only wishful thinking.
Transmigration was random. Since he was here, the only option was to survive.
Fortunately, returning was possible.
The wooden door could connect to any realm, including his original world. But it couldn't link to everything at once—each new world had to be unlocked by completing system missions. Every mission required earning a certain amount of money, and only restaurant revenue counted.
In short: the better he ran his restaurant, the more worlds he could unlock—and the sooner he could return home.
For someone like Mu Qiu, earning money through cooking was laughably easy. He had grown up in a nation of food lovers, absorbed countless years of culinary culture and gourmet anime, and now possessed system-enhanced master-chef skills. A week of business was enough proof of his "broken" potential.
For the system, 1 unit of currency counted the same no matter the world—whether yen, dollars, or yuan. If only customers didn't appear solely via randomly spawned spatial wooden doors, he would've already cleared the next mission: earning a profit of 100,000.
Mu Qiu sighed as he looked around the empty restaurant.
"It's almost noon… Where did all the customers go?"
Right as the thought formed—
Ding–ling–ling.
The vine-patterned wooden door slowly creaked open.
A middle-aged man stepped through—curly hair, scruffy beard, black vest, a faint blue glow pulsing from his chest, and a rag around his hand.
He reeked of metal, engine oil, and sweat—exactly like someone who had just completed ten days of nonstop blacksmithing.
The moment Mu Qiu saw him, his eyes widened.
Tony Stark.
The billionaire playboy who had been missing for half a month.
The CEO of Stark Industries.
And judging by his appearance… a very hungry billionaire.
"Welcome," Mu Qiu said, standing up. "What would you like to order?"
"A whiskey on the rocks, and a cheeseburger," Tony replied without even looking at him. He was too busy examining the wooden door and tapping the furniture. The moment he had entered, the system had forcibly fed him information about the restaurant. Combined with the wooden door that suddenly appeared in the cave and teleported him across thousands of kilometers… his curiosity was about to overload.
Mu Qiu didn't mind. Several customers had reacted like this already, so he turned to the man following Tony.
"And you, sir? What would you like?"
"A glass of ice water…" Yinsen answered with a dry throat, his lips cracked and his expression uneasy.
"Alright. Please wait a moment."
Mu Qiu nodded and headed toward the kitchen. A rich customer had arrived—he needed to cook something worthy.
Tony wanted a hamburger.
But the ingredients? Absolutely premium.
The wooden door currently connected to two worlds: Toriko and Marvel. Naturally, he would use ingredients from the gourmet world.
For the beef: the top-tier White-Haired Cinderella Beef.
For the cheese: naturally ripened cheese from the Cheese Tree.
For the whiskey: whiskey flowing from the Whiskey River itself.
For the ice: ten-thousand-year-old frozen crystals from Jötunheim.
As for Yinsen's ice water… well, water was free. No need to be petty.
—No wait. Why did calling it "petty" feel wrong?
This wasn't being greedy!
This was fair pricing.
Ingredients from the gourmet world had extraordinary effects—beautifying skin, restoring stamina, healing wounds, boosting physical abilities…
Exactly. This wasn't robbery.
This was value.
As Mu Qiu calculated how much he could charge Tony Stark, the billionaire, who was still tapping the tables outside, suddenly felt a mysterious chill crawl up his spine.
He shivered involuntarily.
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