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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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113 Chs

Stranger Danger

"What the hell am I watching?" Lan Jiu had an absolutely incredulous expression. He simply could not process the situation in front of him. If he were from the spiritless era, he may have understood the scene to be a movie, albeit a really exaggerated one, but for him, everything was as real as it got—from the masked woman, whose attacks were world-shattering, to the seemingly immortal Shou, who survived, even though half his body had turned to crisps. He glanced at the other guests, but they showed no expression.

Zhang Yong rubbed his chin. He nodded in understanding. "As expected of the owner. Even with all the bombings, he managed not to collect a death-count."