Chapter Four: No Takeout from the Cosmic Buffet

The entrance to the Cosmic Buffet was a mouth large enough to swallow a spaceship. The moment the five players arrived, the system strapped a transparent plate to each of them. 【Consume 1,000 points within ninety minutes. Anyone leaving food will be treated as leftovers.】 Tang Xiaogao’s eyes shone. “Finally, a dungeon that respects my profession.” A purple pudding with tentacles jumped off the buffet and shoved her into the soup. Zhaoye pulled her out. “The food eats people.” “Mutual respect between diner and dinner.” Every seven minutes, the restaurant rotated. Ceiling became floor, and dishes flew like meteors. Luo Wanxiang tried to draw a route, but a roast chicken stole his map.