Sorry, but no softdrinks

"I'm hungry"

I blatantly spoke even I'm alone.

I am surrounded by a forest. Too much brightness. Too much green. Definitely I'm not in hell. But let's not jinx it.

I hope this is not an SSS class world of danger.

But wait, why am I expecting things like this.

Because I've read too much, and this is too vivid of a dream, even I have lucid dreams.

I really wanted fries. Thin or thick, coated with some chicken breading stuff powder. Without peeling or with. Banana ketchup or tomato ketchup.

And oh behold. In front of me. What a coincidence. There is a sack of potatoes. A group of tomatoes sealed on an air bag. Empty bottles?

I wish there was some soda.

"I want fries! The thick potato fries I used to eat at [redacted]."

[Park Kain Shiwoo, I can materialize the food of your desire]

[Accessing <redacted> records. Crispy Fries with Tomato Ketchup can be realized.

Would you like to continue?]

"Yes," I replied. I don't care who is this female voice. I wanted my fries.

Then a loading icon appeared infront of me.

After a few seconds, fries that I used to eat at a certain fastfood restaurant appeared in front of me. Though the coating powder seemed to be smelling different. Stronger. Like a chicken breading mix. But lightly coating the fries.

And did I tell you that the fries are floating, even the ketchup?