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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 · Oriental
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Celebration

After letting all her emotions out for a while, Mei Xue eventually came to her senses. She curled up in a corner and muttered, "Kill me..."

"Well, I can't blame you for having all these emotions well over," Zhang Yong spoke as he lightly patter her back. At the same time, the man prayed to every deity that could hear him, that he'd never embarrass himself like that when he would complete his instance. Otherwise, he may really have to look for a new identity in some neighboring country. "Thank you for your sacrifice," he muttered silently.

"What was that," Mei Xue turned around, her eyes red.

"Nothing, just continue to rest," Zhang Yong spoke with a saintly face. But lately, he wondered if he had strayed from the path of justice with his actions. Ever since he entered the store, he found himself getting weirder. But he still felt like himself. Maybe he was only imagining it.