In New York, there was a luxurious all-you-can-eat seafood restaurant. It was famous because every kind of seafood was unlimited—even lobster. Customers could eat as much as they wanted.
As a result, plenty of people came to gorge themselves. They all thought they were getting a bargain, unaware that the restaurant never lost money.
Today, however, the restaurant really was going to take a loss, because Galacta had arrived. She came out swinging, ordering ten large lobsters and ten bowls of rice right off the bat.
Anyone who ate rice at a buffet either didn't care about money or had a truly enormous appetite.
Galacta was clearly the latter. The moment she saw the food, she completely forgot she was livestreaming and went full throttle, wolfing down rice and lobster.
"Here we go! Inhaling everything in sight! Teach that restaurant a lesson!"
Countless fans cheered in the livestream chat. Galacta had amassed quite a following lately. After all, she really could eat. Of course, the most important thing was that she was pretty.
"This is delicious! No wonder this place is so popular. The portions are generous, the food tastes great, and they've got lobster prepared every way imaginable—steamed, blanched, braised, and with garlic."
Galacta couldn't stop eating. She was different from her father, Galactus. He didn't care about flavor; he simply processed things and swallowed them, as though eating animal feed.
Galacta, on the other hand, cared about flavor and fine food. Unless she was so hungry that she lost her mind, she would never eat anything that tasted bad.
Just then, someone sat down opposite Galacta and picked up a lobster. As he scooped out the meat, he said, "They don't even have lobster sashimi. Pretty disappointing."
Galacta blinked and stopped eating. "Sir, isn't that lobster mine?"
"Sure.