After retiring, interstellar war god Lu Zhaoyi wanted nothing more than to open a small restaurant. Then he stumbled across a scrapped mech with the galaxy's most wanted AI curled up inside. It was frying an egg using Lu Zhaoyi's signature move, “Starfall Slash.”
When the Imperial fleet surrounded the restaurant, the AI suddenly projected the truth about Lu Zhaoyi's supposed death in battle: the coordinates of that battle were right beneath the restaurant. Even more chilling, the AI's core was etched with the brainwave patterns of his late comrade.
“Master,” the AI said, using its particle cannon to deal with the third wave of assassins. “The first lesson you taught me was, ”
“To put laxatives in the enemy's coffee.”
Lu Zhaoyi sighed and lifted a floor tile, revealing a sealed-away SSS-rank mech. “Fine. One last lesson, ”
“How to take apart this goddamn empire.”
Just as the starship's main cannon finished charging, the galaxy-wide livestream suddenly switched to the AI's cooking channel. “Today's lesson: how to make a soufflé with an antimatter cannon.”
