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The Omnistore System

Discord link :-https://discord.gg/VYpeADXd38 join for character artworks *ZZZr Zzrz Zzrzzr* However, an additional source disturbed his sleep, filling the room with a buzzing sound. The boy furrowed his brows in annoyance, his eyes still closed. He searched his surroundings and discovered a glass-like slab. With closed eyes, he slid his finger across it and placed it near his ear. "Hello..." he mumbled in his drowsy voice, which carried a hint of depth. "Hey, Pissed-up Prat, where are you?" a voice laced with disdain emanated from the slab. The boy, referred to as the "Pissed-up Prat" by the irritating female voice, recognized it as a voice he heard frequently but couldn't recall its owner. With his eyes still closed, he inquired, "Who is this?" "What do you mean, 'who is this'? Wake up, come home, or eat shit for breakfast if you prefer!" the voice behind the transparent slab retorted before falling silent. The boy, still not fully awakened, gazed at the half-opened glass slab with a mixture of confusion and surprise. As his eyes darted around the room, he became increasingly shocked. As he recollected the fragmented memories from the night before he lost consciousness, his gaze fell upon the entrance of the shop. Once old and damp, it now bore a different appearance. While not transformed into a luxurious space, it had undergone improvements compared to its previously dilapidated state. The shop took on a rectangular shape, with one longer side adorned with wooden shelves intricately patterned. Rows of empty glass jars lined these shelves. On the opposite side, there was another wooden shelf, also displaying empty jars. Towards the beginning of the counter, where the boy had been sleeping, there stood a peculiar machine. Confusion etched across his face, he murmured to himself, "Whose shop is this?" In response to his question, a mechanical voice resonated in his mind. [The Omnistore belongs to you, host.]

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lord's palace

"Who was the big mouth this time?" Kyle Shina asked, his voice cold yet dripping with amusement as he strode through the dimly lit corridor. His assistant, Julie, followed closely beside him, her heels clicking rhythmically against the polished stone floor. The corridor was long and narrow, barely wide enough for three people to pass shoulder to shoulder. The walls, sleek and reflective like polished obsidian, stretched endlessly in either direction, casting back distorted, shimmering reflections of their figures. The air was heavy with a mix of dampness and the faint metallic tang of blood, hinting at the sinister operations housed within these walls.

Julie glanced at Kyle, her face expressionless but sharp, as she straightened her tight skirt and adjusted the collar of her neat blouse. "We don't have an ID yet, sir," she replied crisply. "But we've released the hunting dogs. Whoever they are, they won't be hard to find."