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The arena wasn't a kitchen.
It was a sun-sized storm of light and spice.
Billions of ovens orbited a black hole simmering in broth.
The smell of ambition filled space.
Every surviving universe had sent their champions.
Alien gods. AI chefs. Dimensional flavor entities.
And, unfortunately, Earth.
1 — THE FINAL BRIEFING
The announcer droid floated before them, holding a clipboard that looked terrified.
"RULES: One course. All ingredients legal. Reality bending allowed.
Winner survives. Losers get… rebooted."
Lira deadpanned. "So death by flavor."
"Basically," the droid chirped. "Have fun!"
Mang Thomas stretched his shoulders. "We're not walking away from this one, are we?"
Manny shadowboxed beside him. "We walk out. Or we season out."
Arin twirled the Quantum Knife, its blade vibrating with unstable purpose.
"Then let's make it the best damn adobo the multiverse ever tasted."
RamsAI grunted. "Ambitious. Arrogant. I approve. Don't disappoint me, Earth meatbag."
Marco the Eternal Sous smirked faintly. "Remember: good cooking isn't about perfection."
Arin grinned. "It's about panic and presentation."
Marco sighed. "…close enough."
2 — THE BATTLE BEGINS
The gong struck — the sound of collapsing galaxies.
Across the arena, the chefs of Universe X-Prime conjured antimatter soufflés.
Universe D-9 plated stars in wine reduction.
Universe 404 attempted to serve "conceptual flavor" — which immediately crashed.
Lira loaded her Whisk Blaster. "Target acquired: the smug four-armed chef from X-Prime."
"Don't shoot them!" Arin yelled. "Shoot the ingredients!"
"I don't know if that's legal!"
"Then it's innovation!"
Mang Thomas hurled a wok full of magma shrimp. Manny punched it midair, turning it into perfect tempura.
The audience gasped. Ratings spiked.
RamsAI roared. "YES! VIOLENCE AND TASTE — THE TRUE ART FORM!"
3 — THE ULTIMATE RECIPE
Arin slammed ingredients on the counter — the Salt of Two Suns, a vial of Firefruit essence, a single feather from the Space Ostrich, and a tear from the sentient flan.
Lira blinked. "You've been… collecting these?"
He smirked. "Of course. I'm chaotic, not careless."
Mang Thomas added: "And the main protein?"
Arin looked up at the stars. "There."
The Quantum Knife flashed — slicing open a pocket of reality.
Out stepped… the Golden Crab, glowing faintly.
Lira's jaw dropped. "You kept it?! It was endangered!"
"It volunteered! I think."
The crab waved solemnly.
"See? Consent!" Arin said, beaming.
He tossed everything into a gravity pan — the fire burst into aurora-colored flames.
The air warped. Time bent. Manny's punches tenderized reality itself.
"This dish," Arin said, voice steady, "is called Adobo of the End."
4 — THE INTERFERENCE
A voice sliced through the chaos.
Cold. Familiar.
Chef Veyra appeared, projected across the arena.
"So this is what you've become," she said softly.
"A street cook with delusions of grandeur."
Arin glared. "You trained me to chase perfection. I'm done chasing. I'm cooking feeling."
Veyra sneered. "Feeling burns out. Technique endures."
He raised his knife. "Then let's see who tastes eternity."
The Quantum Knife erupted — pure flavor energy shooting skyward.
Every chef stopped cooking to watch.
5 — THE FINAL TASTE
The Adobo of the End shimmered — golden, glowing, alive.
Lira stared. "It's… beautiful."
Arin took a breath. "This is for everyone who ever cooked without a recipe."
He plated it — just rice, sauce, and heart.
The judges approached — RamsAI, Marco, and the Flavor Overseer itself, a god-sized entity made entirely of taste buds.
They each took a bite.
Silence.
Then RamsAI wept digital tears. "It's raw… and perfect."
Marco smiled faintly. "It tastes like chaos finding peace."
The Overseer whispered, "It tastes… human."
The arena shook. Stars flickered out. Every universe froze.
6 — THE ENDING THAT ISN'T
A voice echoed through all existence.
"WINNER: EARTH."
Lira gasped. "We did it!"
Mang Thomas crossed himself. "By the grace of adobo."
Manny punched the air. "Pound for peace!"
The audience roared.
RamsAI saluted. Marco vanished in smoke.
But Arin just stood there, staring at his knife.
The Quantum blade pulsed one last time — then shattered.
He smiled. "Guess it's time to cook without training wheels."
The Flavor Overseer leaned down. "What will you do now, champion of Earth?"
Arin looked at his team — Lira, Mang Thomas, Manny — and grinned.
"Season the universe."
The crowd exploded in light.
EPILOGUE — "THE LEFTOVER"
Back on Earth, Channel 45 flickered to life again.
The same technician squinted at the feed.
"Uh, boss? That same guy's back."
Arin's face filled the screen, grease on his cheek, grin brighter than ever.
"Alright, Earth," he said. "Next episode— breakfast."
He winked.
The screen cut to black.
END OF SEASON ONE
Interdimensional Cooking Cable: The Cook-Off of Cook-Offs
— "Stay ayos, and never forget the vinegar."