Reincarnated into Another World With Chat GTP-Chapter 20: MORE HAMBURGERS

Chapter 20: MORE HAMBURGERS

Morning in the capital market was always loud.

But today? It was different.

Because I was standing outside The Burgatory, apron on, arms crossed, radiating main character energy.

Noel was already in the kitchen. Focused. Calm. Ready to make history with a frying pan.

I looked out at the crowd passing by.

Time to do what every genius millionaire does...

"HEY YOU! YES, YOU—HUNGRY?!"

A few heads turned.

"NEW FOOD! BRAND NEW! NEVER SEEN BEFORE IN THIS WORLD!"

"...What is he yelling about?"

"Another scammer?"

A few people stopped to look at the storefront.

There was no weird smell.

No sketchy ingredients on display.

Just a clean counter. A warm scent of toasted bread. And the faint sound of sizzling meat.

One man stepped closer. Middle-aged. Looked like a tired merchant with two satchels under each eye.

"...What's this place?"

I stepped forward.

"Welcome to The Burgatory," I said. "We sell hamburgers."

"...Ham what?"

I smiled. Lifted a sample from the display tray.

Golden bun. Melted cheese. Fresh meat. Crisp lettuce. Secret sauce.

"Hamburger. Bread, meat, and magic. All in one bite."

He stared at it.

"...I'll take one."

"That'll be 5 bronze coins."

His brow twitched. "Kinda pricey..."

"Trust me. It'll change your life."

He handed over the coins.

Exactly one minute later—

Noel slid a hot, freshly made burger onto the counter with machine-like precision.

The man blinked.

"That was... fast."

Of course it was fast.

Thanks to the optimized GTP-designed workflow, our kitchen runs on precise prep order, layered station work, and quick-cook enchantments.

We basically created fast food in a medieval fantasy economy. This is history in the making.

The man took the burger.

Bit into it.

Paused.

Chewed.

And his eyes widened.

"...What... what is this?!"

He took another bite. Then a third. Then scarfed it down like his life depended on it.

Other people watched from the street.

And then they started coming closer.

"What was that thing he just ate?"

"It looked amazing."

"He said it was called... a ham...burger?"

"Hey, give me one too!"

I grinned as the next customer stepped up.

And then another.

And another.

Within fifteen minutes, a line had formed.

Nobles. Commoners. Kids. Mages.

All of them staring through the window with one single thought:

What the hell is that smell? I want it.

* * *

Two days before the entrance exam.

And I was signing a franchise deal worth 10,000 gold coins.

Inside the private office of the Merchant Guildmaster, velvet carpets lined the floor and enchanted scrolls floated midair.

Gold-trimmed ledgers stacked along the walls, each one pulsing with tracking runes for various trade routes and contracts.

Sitting across from me was Bailon Gervain, the current Guildmaster of the Capital's Merchant Association.

Round glasses. Pinched face. Fingers covered in jeweled rings.But the way he smiled at me?

That was all business.

"It'll be an honor to do business with you," he said smoothly. "I never imagined that the owner of The Burgatory was also the man behind Titanheart Chronicles."

I shrugged with a small grin.

"I must have a thing for making money."

He laughed, a rich chuckle that made his rings sparkle.

"Well said."

He slid the enchanted contract across the table.

The terms were simple:

The Guild would construct and operate 100 new Burgatory locations across the capital.

I'd receive 40% of the net profit from each store.

Plus, an upfront 100 gold coins per franchise.

Do the math?

That's 10,000 gold coins in startup fees alone. And 40% of whatever they rake in after that.

Not as flashy as what I made from Titanheart or the Your Memories auctions... But still a massive number—especially for something I built in two days with burger buns and hustle.

I grabbed the enchanted pen, signed the glowing parchment, and handed it back.

Bailon smiled wider.

He stood up, extended his hand.

We shook.

"Congratulations," he said. "You've just laid the foundation for a culinary empire."

I chuckled.

"Let's hope nobody else figures out what a french fry is."

* * *

The room was warm.

Mana lamps hummed quietly, casting soft orange light against the walls. Outside, the city glowed under moonlight—distant, calm, alive.

Noel sat on the bed, her cloak folded neatly beside her, brushing out her hair in slow, tired strokes.

I stood by the balcony for a while, but eventually stepped back inside and let the curtains fall.

She glanced up at me.

"...You're not tired?"

I shrugged. "Little bit."

She moved over slightly, patting the space beside her.

I sat down.

For a moment, we just listened to the faint sound of wind brushing past the window. No words. No plans. Just silence.

Then Noel spoke softly.

"...Are you nervous?"

I blinked. "About the exam?"

She nodded.

I leaned back, hands behind me. "Nah. I've got a cheat code in my brain and a war goddess on my team."

She stared at me.

"You mean me?"

I smirked. "Of course."

She rolled her eyes. "...Idiot."

But she said it softly.

I glanced at her.

Her hair was down, her eyes softer than usual. She looked... at peace.

"...You okay?" I asked.

She nodded. "I'm with you."

Simple. Like always.

She leaned a little closer.

So did I.

"Tomorrow's going to be a lot," I muttered. "But right now... I don't want to think about any of it."

"...Me neither."

The light dimmed as the last mana lamp faded out.

And then—

Noel leaned into me.

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And I let her.

The blankets rustled quietly as we lay down.

The world outside faded.

And sometime between the quiet whispers and the shared warmth,the distance between us disappeared completely.