After transmigrating to a high-martial world, Lin Chen unexpectedly binds himself to a Random Food System.
Each week, it unlocks a random dish and forcibly teleports him to a random spot to set up a food stall.
He sells buns outside a university, barbecue skewers in a monster-beast forest, milk tea deep in a secret realm, and century egg and lean pork congee between two armies amid mountains of corpses.
Someone takes a bite of a bun, feels their vitality surge, and breaks through on the spot.
Someone drinks a cup of milk tea, feels their mental power roil, and comprehends an Earth-grade martial technique they’ve spent ten years painstakingly cultivating.
Someone is gravely wounded and down to their last breath, but gets back on their feet after eating a bowl of egg fried rice.
Gradually, Lin Chen’s food stall becomes a sensation.
From hundred-year-old Martial Emperors guarding their territories to six-year-old children just beginning their martial arts journey, everyone scours the world for him.
To get a serving of food, the campus belle chases him for three blocks, a Martial King flies eight hundred miles, and a Martial Emperor arrives three days early with bedding in tow to queue up.
But just as countless customers wait in eager anticipation, Lin Chen packs up his stall and vanishes right on schedule.
“Damn it, where’s the boss?”
“I came all this way in the middle of the night to queue up, and you’re telling me he’s changed locations again?”
“Ten billion bounty! Whoever finds Boss Lin will earn this Emperor’s favor!”
Then, one day, the human frontier is completely overrun.
Just as countless people fall into despair, Lin Chen slowly pushes his food cart into the middle of the battlefield.
“Don’t panic.”
“There’s plenty of braised beef noodles for everyone today.”
Not bad ~ and there is no other kind of obliteration and coercion