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I Sell Fate Through A System

In a remote alleyway stands a store. No one truly understands what it is selling, but people traverse it anyway. "I hear the place fulfills your wildest dreams," says a female who wants to remain unnamed. "People who enter never wish to leave." "The store-owner is a jerk—the prices are expensive, the staff is rude and you serve yourself," another male explains, "what, I'm still going though." "I'm just here to look at the cute girls," says—well, his opinion doesn't matter, anyway. "Listen, whatever you do, don't mess with the immortal siblings there. Who that is? The store-owner and his sister, of course! Why we call them that?" The person shudders. "Because we couldn't think of a fiercer name yet." Within the store, an inconspicuous youth sits at the counter. In his head rings a cold voice, "Quest completed, ask Host to prepare for the next one." "Eh, but I don't wanna." "Quest issued, asking Host to check." "Meh, I don't like it, give me something else." "Non-compliance will lead to death." "Sure, I'd love to see you try." "...Please just do the quest." Welcome to the Store of Fates! Dear customer, would you like to change your destiny too? .................................................................................. For chapters not yet released here, news of updates and future merch, character art, and discussions with either readers or writers, please follow this link: https://discord.gg/RnRQD73j8b or write me on Rafuk#5512.

Hyowha · Ost
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113 Chs

One Lapse of Judgment

Lan Jiu stood in front of a wide meadow. "Huh?" He was unsure how he had gotten here. However, with time, he came to realize that this place was well-known to him, though it had been a while since he had come here, which was why the man had a hard time remembering it at first. 

Before he could process everything, a strong stench of alcohol appeared right behind him, stinging his nose. He turned around and saw a white-haired woman with a flushed face. She wore the Waning Principle robe, though on her hip a bottle of strong wine, instead of a traditional sword was strapped. She was of small stature, but Lan Jiu would never dare take fault at her for that. That was because this woman was his master—Hong Jiu (1 check Author Note).

"I see. This is a dream."

Hong Jiu took her flask and rammed it on Lan Jius's head. For a mere figment of his imagination, this attack hurt unexpectedly badly.

"Fuck!" Lan Jiu held his head. "What was that for?"