A Stay-at-home Dad’s Restaurant In An Alternate World

Bloore will be here in a few days… Yngwie took another glance at the hotel and left.

…

“I could conquer this continent’s stomach if it had one,” Mag said, “but how can I ever conquer such a huge continent? It’s not like the people here are mentally retarded.
You’ll have to lower their IQs first.”

“I’m not allowed to do that even if I could.
The world would be paralyzed; it would cause disastrous consequences.”

“Then why do you think I can conquer this world?” Mag asked with a twist of his mouth.

“People live to eat.
They will look up to you as their god once you conquer their stomachs.”

Mag laughed.
“Yeah, they would if they were as stupid as you.”

“Anyway, dream big, young man.
Anything is possible!”

“I’m too old to dream big,” Mag said, and locked the door. But I’m not too old to have some fun.
It may be interesting to watch dragons, trolls, goblins, orcs, and elves eat together.

Mag went into the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water. The reward is the recipe for Haagen-Dazs ice creams, but I don’t remember criticizing ice creams.

When Mag was about to go upstairs to take a nap, there came a knock on his door.

“We are not open today,” Mag said.

“It’s Hydle, the dean of the mechanical school in the Chaos School.
Sorry to bother you, but can I talk to you for a minute?”

Mag opened the door and recognized the balding man with a briefcase under his arm. He studied my bike the other day.

“I saw your bike a couple days ago, and it has really intrigued me,” Hydle said with a smile.
“You see, we’re trying to use steam to power machinery, but we hit a bottleneck.”

Mag was surprised. Steam engine? The invention of steam engine will bring about an industrial revolution.

“Come on in,” Mag said, smiling. Maybe I could witness the birth of a new era.