On the first day the system came into being, it coldly announced that I was the last hope of the universe. I was gearing up to activate the mecha, but it forced me to bind the "Interstellar Food Tycoon" development route. Forced to run a fried rice stall in a slum, I doubted my life while shaking my spoon. Until one day, a special guest burst into tears after eating: "This taste... Is the royal banquet meal of the Galaxy Emperor that has been lost for thousands of years!" In an instant, my shabby stall was surrounded by top-notch cars from various interstellar bosses——
