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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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Freedom or Revenge

Kevin's eyes widened as he beheld Sia, his nether regions seemingly staging a mutiny against his pants. Following his request, she had donned an outfit that could only be described as a battle between daring and "whoa there." Her glistening muscles and chiseled abs triggered an alarm in his libido as she confidently marched into his store.

Shifting his gaze to her face, he spotted Sia sporting a helmet clearly meant for cycling, her trusty bike stationed just outside. Wrapped in a snug sports bra and bike shorts that could give an anaconda a run for its money, she showcased thighs that had clearly been inducted into the Muscular Hall of Fame.

"Early morning workout, huh?" Kevin quipped, striding closer.

Taking a sip from her water bottle, Sia's annoyance seeped into her response. "Training, my ass. More like my desperate attempt to escape the clutches of non-existent public transportation at this ungodly hour."