My Restaurant Op Autofarm Script Here

Leo felt a chill. The "OP" power felt less like a shortcut and more like a spotlight. He tried to toggle the script off, but the menu wouldn't respond. His character was no longer his own; it was a puppet to the code, stuck in a loop of infinite serving.

The world of gold and neon flickered and died, replaced by the cold, black glow of the login screen. Leo stared at his reflection in the glass. He had the fastest restaurant in the world for exactly twenty minutes—and now, he didn't have a restaurant at all. MY RESTAURANT OP AUTOFARM SCRIPT

The restaurant, once a place of steady rhythm, turned into a blur of supernatural efficiency. The waiters didn't walk; they teleported. Plates of "Shrimp Scampi" appeared on tables before the customers even sat down. The money counter at the top of Leo’s screen began to spin so fast the digits became a white smear. Leo felt a chill