
In the Interstellar Wasteland, My Black Shop Specializes in Treating Dissatisfied People
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Traveling through the interstellar wasteland, I started in a shabby shelter. Radiation, mutant beasts, and various forces all wanted to treat me like a weakling. But I activated the system backhand, opened a black shop, and established rules! From a bottle of radiation-free water to a Star Destroyer, I sell everything in my store. The Sky City nobles who ignored me at first are now queuing up to beg me to sell him a bed; the star thief who once wanted to steal my territory is now crying and begging me to take him on as a security guard. Sorry, our store rules: only recognize money, not people. Want to survive? First check if your wallet is thick enough!
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