This Tavern Owner Sells Everything Well Except for Alcohol

After transmigrating to another world, He An faces one hardship after another.

From a baby to a veteran, and now a max-level powerhouse...

After nine exhausting years of war, he heads to the countryside, hoping only to open a tavern and live in seclusion. But the Blood Rain from eighteen years ago polluted the land, causing crop yields to plummet, let alone leaving enough to brew alcohol.

But if he's opening a tavern, shouldn't he at least have meat, even if he has no alcohol?

None? The mountains are crawling with three-wolf, six-chicken, little dragons. Aren't they all walking delicacies?

Someone's making trouble... What? Has he never wondered where the lizard meat he eats comes from?

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.