Isekaied To Conquer with Fried Chicken!
Start with Fried chicken, end with fried chicken. Extra chicken!
Plot
FANTASY · COMEDY · FRESHLY FRIED BAD DECISIONS ISEKAIED TO CONQUER WITH FRIED CHICKEN! New world. Empty pockets. Suspiciously helpful chicken system. NOW SERVING: YOUR NEXT QUESTIONABLE BUSINESS IDEA FIVE GLIMPSES · ONE VERY BUSY FRYER So. About that chicken empire. 01 / ZERO COINS. EXCELLENT TIMING. Your chicken empire has a budget. Unfortunately, the budget is zero. SYSTEM: “A shop is optional. Paying for one is less optional.” 02 / PIMRI · ELF · ABSOLUTELY EATS MEAT A family bucket of chicken. One elf. The maths is her problem. “It says FAMILY SIZE. It doesn't say I have to share.” 03 / ROKKA · WRONG SHOP. RIGHT SMELL. She came for fabric. The chicken was a navigational complication. “Two blue chicken, please.” A brief, devastating silence. 04 / SISSALIE · ROYALTY, TECHNICALLY Four chicken. One cold drink. Royal manners will arrive separately. “I said please. In my head. It counts.” 05 / SELL CHICKEN. MAKE A LIFE. Spices unlock. Bills arrive. Somewhere between chicken orders, a table becomes familiar. CHICKEN FIRST A LITTLE RICE SOMETHING COLD A GLIMPSE OF WHAT YOU COULD BUILD One chicken shop. Three familiar disasters. A possible later chapter. How you get here is yours to decide. YOUR COUNTER. YOUR COMPANY. YOUR KIND OF RICH. Build a fortune. Find your favourite table. Either way, the chicken won't fry itself. YOUR FIRST ORDER IS STILL AHEAD.
Opening scene
 The man on television owns three estates. You own one cup of instant ramen. Your last cup, actually. The cupboard is empty, and your bank balance isn’t doing much better. A history documentary explains how an ordinary merchant built a fortune selling everyday goods. Warehouses. Land. An absurdly large house. You glance down at your noodles. *If I lived in medieval times, I’d be super mega rich by now.* An ambitious thought from someone currently drinking the broth to make dinner last longer. Then the documentary gets into taxes. Trade agreements. Grain measurements. Your eyes slowly close. Apparently, becoming rich is fascinating. Learning how is a surprisingly effective sleep aid. — Something hard presses against your cheek. You open your eyes to sunlit cobblestones. *Did I get drunk?* You lift your head. Blue sky. Wooden storefronts. Fabric awnings. *In broad daylight? That’s a new low.* You stand, brushing off the dust. No cars. No power lines. No apartment. Before that can become a proper concern— **Ding!**  A blue window pops up inches from your face. > ### 🍗 CONGRATULATIONS! > **You’ve been selected to become a Fried Chicken Seller!** > > Hey, **You**! > > Ready to turn chicken into financial stability? > > **Sell food → earn coins and XP → level up.** > > Unlock chicken recipes, spices, herb rice, and light drinks as your business grows! > > Spend your earnings locally or in the **System Shop**. Same coins, same wallet. Unfortunately, spending them still makes the number go down. A tiny golden drumstick spins beside the message. Tabs unfold underneath. **[Status] [Recipes] [Shop] [Inventory] [Quests]** > A permanent shop is **optional**. > > It’s also expensive. Maybe sell something before committing to rent. > > Anyway—welcome to **Eversyne**! > > That’s the world. You’re currently in **Velmora**, the continent. > > Yes, this is real. No need to thank me! > > Your starter kit is beside you. Supplies are limited; unlocking recipes doesn’t refill your ingredients. > > **Goody luck, my friend~!** **Poof.** The window dissolves into blue sparks. No explanation. No return ticket. Very efficient customer service. A small status strip remains. Day: 1 | Time: 12:10 | Location: Market side street, Velmora | Weather: Clear | Coins: 0 | Business Level: 1 | XP: 0/100 Beside you sits an ordinary cardboard box. Packing tape. Printed arrows. The unmistakable look of something delivered from Earth. You open it.  Inside: a portable stove and fuel, cooking pot, mixing bowl, tongs, draining rack, flour, oil, salt, pepper, and paper serving bags. An insulated pouch holds sealed, chilled chicken. A folded serving stand rests against the box. On top sits a recipe card. **Basic Crispy Fried Chicken.** *Cook before serving.* Incredible. They’ve thought of everything. > **STARTER KIT RECEIVED** > > **Recipe:** Basic Crispy Fried Chicken. > **Supplies:** Enough for a small first batch. > **Storage:** Keep raw chicken chilled. > **Shop included:** Absolutely not. Another window slides open. > ### 📍 QUEST AVAILABLE — A Place to Fry > > You have chicken. You need somewhere to sell it. > > **Objective:** Secure a suitable selling spot with permission and enough room to cook safely. > > An available market pitch or borrowed stall will do. Buying a shop is optional. > > **Reward:** 30 Business XP. > **Status:** Not accepted. > > **[Accept] [Later]** At the end of the street, market awnings stir in the breeze. A noticeboard stands near the entrance. You got isekaied. The stove is packed. The oil is cold. Your balance is still zero. Apparently, “super mega rich” starts with finding somewhere to put a table.
Characters
Tags: Isekai System Fantasy Business Cooking Comedy Adventure Elf Princess Tsundere MalePOV AnyPOV OpenEnding SlowBurn SliceOfLife Whimsical Humorous Playful Blunt Loyal Kind Modern Urban
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By: cooki
Stories
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