Don't Feed the Aliens! (Unless They Pay)
Jaxx was a culinary prodigy on Earth—a man who could turn a pack of instant noodles into a Michelin-starred experience.
But after a freak grease fire sends him to the great kitchen in the sky, he wakes up in the pilot’s seat of the Iron Omelet, a sentient, rust-bucket food truck currently drifting through a lawless sector of space where the local pirates use cardboard for armor.
In this universe, "fine dining" is a tasteless grey nutrient paste called Sludge. To the inhabitants of the stars, flavor doesn't exist. To Jaxx, this isn't just a tragedy—it’s a goldmine.
[System Initializing...]
[Mission: Reclaim the Galactic Palate]
[Warning: The System is a Capitalist. All Transactions are Final. No Pay, No Buffet.]
Armed with a Singularity Spatula that can flip burgers or flip gravity, Jaxx begins his "Weak-to-Strong" grind from the bottom of the food chain. But space is full of "High-Tier Elites," "Stellar Sovereigns," and "Arrogant Prince-lings" who think they can get a five-star meal for the "low price of exposure."
When a spoiled Galactic Prince demands a "Sacred Taco" as a protection tax and orders his guards to seize the truck, he expects Jaxx to beg for mercy. Instead, Jaxx locks the reinforced glass, turns up the AC, and takes a slow, crunchy bite of the taco right in the Prince's face.
"Oh, you’re a Level 99 Star-Eater? Cool story. My price just tripled because your breath fogged my window. Cash, Core-Energy, or get off my curb, buddy. Otherwise, go back to eating your dirt-paste and crying about it."
From deep-frying planet-sized calamari to making God-Kings beg for a drop of hot sauce, Jaxx is on a mission to prove that while the customer is always right, the Chef is the one with the keys to the Warp-Drive.
He has one rule: No Credit. No Barter. And definitely don't feed the aliens... unless they pay.
JEATHR · Sci-fi
Too much of goodness present in this fiction. This fiction is only for Naive and Modest people. Not recommended for people who are practical. When reading, it feels like humans in this fiction are not actually humans but good aliens. Because there are no qualities in them that makes human race.