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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
Classificações insuficientes
113 Chs

Imperfection

The actual game between Shou and the chefs did not last for a long time. Not only did the preparation of simple dumplings not take long for experts like them, but the result was also inevitable too, though that was only for Shou to see.

Li Yangyi glanced back like a child did at his mum on his first day of kindergarten. And Shou, playing the role of a heartless mum well, shooed him away, leaving him to fend off the new environment by himself.

The chef Huibo stretched his hand out. "Sir, I hope you don't see this as disrespectful as I am not a scholar or have a great background," he explained, "I was only hoping for a clean game." His voice was a lot kinder, seeing the money that was soon to be his.