Don't Feed the Aliens! (Unless They Pay)
Jaxx was a culinary prodigy on Earth—a man who could turn a pack of instant noodles into a Michelin-starred experience.
But after a freak grease fire sends him to the great kitchen in the sky, he wakes up in the pilot’s seat of the Iron Omelet, a sentient, rust-bucket food truck currently drifting through a lawless sector of space where the local pirates use cardboard for armor.
In this universe, "fine dining" is a tasteless grey nutrient paste called Sludge. To the inhabitants of the stars, flavor doesn't exist. To Jaxx, this isn't just a tragedy—it’s a goldmine.
[System Initializing...]
[Mission: Reclaim the Galactic Palate]
[Warning: The System is a Capitalist. All Transactions are Final. No Pay, No Buffet.]
Armed with a Singularity Spatula that can flip burgers or flip gravity, Jaxx begins his "Weak-to-Strong" grind from the bottom of the food chain. But space is full of "High-Tier Elites," "Stellar Sovereigns," and "Arrogant Prince-lings" who think they can get a five-star meal for the "low price of exposure."
When a spoiled Galactic Prince demands a "Sacred Taco" as a protection tax and orders his guards to seize the truck, he expects Jaxx to beg for mercy. Instead, Jaxx locks the reinforced glass, turns up the AC, and takes a slow, crunchy bite of the taco right in the Prince's face.
"Oh, you’re a Level 99 Star-Eater? Cool story. My price just tripled because your breath fogged my window. Cash, Core-Energy, or get off my curb, buddy. Otherwise, go back to eating your dirt-paste and crying about it."
From deep-frying planet-sized calamari to making God-Kings beg for a drop of hot sauce, Jaxx is on a mission to prove that while the customer is always right, the Chef is the one with the keys to the Warp-Drive.
He has one rule: No Credit. No Barter. And definitely don't feed the aliens... unless they pay.