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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 · Eastern
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The Secret of the Village Martial Arts

The chef did not ready himself. He was no fighter after all. He had no fighting stance, no combat ability, and no defense technique. Yet, no one within the Store of Fates dared underestimate him. In a way, he had—without his knowledge—become the representation of strength, and the hope of becoming even stronger for the customers. Especially people like Zhang Yong and Li Yangyi held great interest in him. And so did Lan Jiu have, from now on.

He did not use any kind of famous attack from the Waning Principle sect. Instead, it was a raw, almost rudimentary chop from above. The chef blocked him easily with his only working arm and grabbed his wrist. With a single snap, Lan Jiu flew, spinning in the air like a windmill.

"I think I am starting to understand," Lan Jiu muttered, while still in the air. When he landed, falling to the floor on his back, he did not stand up. "There is some fundamental truth within the moves. I can feel the Dao within every move."