After graduating from magic school, I was confused about my future and decided to go on a graduation trip first. After being defrauded of all my money by scalpers, I was forced to make ends meet, so I borrowed $50 from a homeless man on the roadside to set up a breakfast stall.
Because the bone-cut noodle soup I made was too unpalatable, the balloon man overturned my stall. I refused to accept the argument and was slapped in the face. I fell to the ground and was seen by Justice Detective Gordon who was passing by. After his coordination, the other party compensated me US$100.
I made a net income of US$50 from setting up a stall today, which is great.
The next day I ran to set up a stall at the door of the nightclub. Just as I was handing the sobering soup to Penguin, Bruce Wayne, the richest man in Gotham who came to have fun, took out a wad of bills in pity and told me to get away quickly.
I made a net income of US$100 from setting up a stall today, which is great.
On the third day, at the suggestion of my sewer roommate Killer Croc, I went to the door of Arkham Asylum and sold bibimbap. Unexpectedly, the business here was not very good. Just as I was squatting in the corner with a frown, the ground collapsed and a strange-looking man crawled out. After Scarecrow collapsed from food poisoning, I received the Courage Award from Arkham Asylum.
I made a net income of US$200 from my stall today, which is great.
On the fourth day, I changed my position and started selling midnight snacks opposite the police station. After a passing clown tasted my carefully prepared deep-fried snail noodles, he praised me for my skill and that I was a top chef. We were both very happy and he gave me 10 bomb balls as reward.
I turned around and sold the bomb to the black market. I made a net income of US$1,000 from setting up a stall today, which was very satisfying.
Later, I discovered that the delicacy that the simple Gotham people particularly loved was Overlord Meal. I was angry, and I vowed to spread black magic into every corner of Gotham, and let the green light of eating big melons illuminate every ward in Arkham Asylum.
From then on, during the day, I was a diligent street stall owner, and at night, I was a vigilante who specializes in cracking down on overlord meal eaters. I was affectionately called the "Arbiter" by the people of Gotham.
Food Guide
1. There is a love line, all members have single arrows, and the ending has no CP.
Motto: Hard work can make you rich
