🔶 POV: Alex (Third-Person)
After the Infinite Hotel finishes yawning itself awake, Alex gestures, and the dining hall lights brighten into a warm morning glow.
With a snap—
Breakfast arrives.
Not one plate.
Not one tray.
But an entire breakfast battalion:
towering stacks of pancakes
eggs in every imaginable style
crispy golden hash browns
bacon curled like divine offerings
fruit bowls arranged with mathematical precision
syrup that glows faintly like liquid sunshine
toast—perfectly buttered
warm pastries still steaming
pitchers of juice and milk
and enough caloric energy to accidentally awaken several dead gods
The hive-staff move like graceful ballet dancers of cuisine.
Alex watches the reactions.
Then he taps two fingers together.
A bundle of paper forms manifests in his hand.
Smooth parchment.Clean ink.Perfect formatting.
THE OFFICIAL INFINITE HOTEL RULES
He begins handing them out:
Bulma
Piccolo
Robin
Kakashi
Sakura
Franky
Nami
Vegeta
and yes—Mr. Satan, who Alex considers "clever enough to be responsible."
Mr. Satan stands taller than usual as he receives his copy, convinced this makes him a multiversal VIP.
Alex clears his throat.
"These are the currently established rules.No additions.No surprises.Just documentation."
He conjures a pair of cosmic reading glasses—purely for effect—and flips through his own copy.
"Payment for breakfast will be automatically converted to your world's currency.Allow me to calculate."
He taps the air.
A multiversal currency converter appears—a glowing holographic table of numbers and symbols.
Alex calculates smoothly.
🔶 POV: Bulma (First-Person)
His math is terrifyingly fast.
It's like watching a calculator have a religious experience.
🔶 POV: Kakashi (First-Person)
…Is he doing dimensional exchange rates in his head?
I feel uneducated.
🔶 POV: Robin (First-Person)
These rules are written neatly.
Almost scholarly.
And frighteningly logical.
🔶 POV: Vegeta (First-Person)
As long as I'm not being overcharged, I don't care.
🔶 POV: Mr. Satan (First-Person)
He chose ME?
I—I must be the smartest one here.
Clearly!
(He is wrong.)
🔶 POV: Alex (Third-Person)
Alex finishes converting.
He displays the results on little floating panels in front of each group.
Dragon Ball Universe:
Breakfast full-course meal cost: 12 zeni(Goku and Vegeta stare. Bulma quietly pays.)
One Piece Universe:
Full breakfast cost for Straw Hat crew: 85,000 berries(Nami screams internally. Then counts her wallet.)
Naruto Universe:
Full meal cost: 540 ryō(Naruto tries to pay in ramen coupons and is denied.)
Mr. Satan's tab:
A single signature.Alex accepts it, fully aware that "celebrity creditworthiness" technically has value in some DB timelines.
Alex folds his hands politely.
"That concludes payment calculations.Enjoy your breakfast."
🔶 POV: Luffy (First-Person)
PANCAKES.
EGGS.
TOAST.
BACON.
I scream internally and externally (but Alex muted me earlier, so only internally now).
🔶 POV: Naruto (First-Person)
OH. MY. GOD.THIS IS BETTER THAN ICHIRAKU.
Ramen who?No—wait.No.I didn't say that.
But still—THIS IS AMAZING.
🔶 POV: Goku (First-Person)
Breakfast…BREAKFAST…
My soul is leaving my body again.
🔶 POV: Zoro (First-Person)
I swear if anyone mentions the bib in my pocket—Anyone—I'm leaving this universe.
🔶 POV: Sanji (First-Person)
Pancakes?Eggs?Hash browns?
It's beautiful.
But…
Where are the ladies?
I need to impress them.Right after eating.
🔶 POV: Alex (Third-Person)
The chaos begins.
Food flies.
Bacon disappears at light-speed.
The Idiot Trio devours stacks like black holes.
The adults eat with strained dignity.
Zoro pretends he's fine.
Sanji flirts at empty air to warm up.
Mr. Satan reads his rule packet upside-down.
Everyone is busy.
Satisfied, Alex steps back.
He doesn't reveal any new mechanics.
He simply observes.
Breakfast is chaotic.
Breakfast is glorious.
Breakfast is perfect.