TRANSMIGRATED WITH A HYPERMARKET SYSTEM
All she ever desired was a better life, to be recognized and accepted. Was she wrong to ask for that? What was the point of working hard when she couldn’t even see the results or the happiness, she wanted couldn’t even be grasped by her pinky finger? Even until the day she died and left her world as a lonely spirit, she had no idea what she had done wrong or what had gone wrong. A glimmer of hope returned when she found herself in a nameless body in a completely other universe. She understood what had occurred to her because she was from the modern world. She was hoping for a startling golden finger or a celestial ability as a transmigrated person, but the heavens abandoned her yet again. She was not only a waste, but she was bound to a sad and cruel life. She accepted her fate because she couldn't resist the gods for the second time, and her cowardice cost her everything. A ray of hope flashed on her just as she feared she was about to leave this second realm as a lonely ghost. Accepting to live the remainder of her life as a regular person, she faced difficulty after obstacle until her world was broken for the third time. After two decades of being homeless and living by the rules of the day, the gods finally showed mercy and bestowed upon her the golden finger she had been dying for. Alayna, bound by a hypermarket system (supermarket), will begin her journey with one objective in mind: "TO BRING JOY TO THE WORLD." As for how? Let us join her as she transforms from a frail middle-aged woman to a strong, cheerful, and confident woman who will spread her wings and open hypermarkets all over the world.
CHAPTER 7: AUCTION 2
All distinguished guests on the seventh floor could be seen talking to each other as they happily walked into the hall, they hadn't set their eyes on it as it was previously closed.
When they saw the three-story hall, they couldn't help but gasp in surprise. The seventh floor looked like an ordinary floor from the outside.
Each guest had already been assigned to a seat or a private room, so the servers whisked everyone away to their respective locations.
After a while, the doors were shut and everyone was seated.
The face on the podium had driven many people insane over the previous decade. Merita West, Alyana's adopted daughter, a famous writer who had changed so many people's lives through her writing, stood in front of the crowd wearing an emerald gown.
She was beautiful and ethereal. She was no longer a teenager, but a young woman, and she eluded that mature charm that drew so many people to her.