I woke up with a suppressor around my neck, number 739, and was charged with "destroying the space station by unknown means."
The prison guard sneered: "There are still people who become terrorists by cooking these days?"
Until one day, the abyss prison, where the most brutal criminals in the universe are imprisoned, ran out of food.
I picked up half a bag of sprouted potatoes from the corner of the kitchen and fried a golden potato tower.
In front of the monitoring screen, the leader of the Dragon Clan, who had been imprisoned for hundreds of years due to his rampage, slowly opened his vertical pupils: "... What is that?"
——Later, the top ten most wanted men in the entire interstellar demolished half of the prison to steal the sweet and sour pork I made.
