A Supermarket Connected to Ten Thousand Worlds: Otherworldly Bigwigs Come Begging for Supplies

I'm Chen Dafu, a chubby secondhand-home landlord in my thirties. I took over the run-down supermarket downstairs, which was on the verge of closing.

A sharp-tongued System suddenly latched onto my mind and started assigning ridiculous daily tasks: sell expired spicy strips, make customers buy potato chips in tears, wage a price war with the convenience store next door...

Fail, and my punishment is to count inventory ten thousand times in my dreams.

Then one day, a mysterious figure in a gray cloak walked in, paid for two packs of instant noodles with a rune-engraved copper coin, and whispered, "Boss, a lot of big shots from other planes have their eyes on this place."

After that, elves came to buy cola, dwarves came to snatch sausages, and dragons begged for limited-edition spicy strips.

Meanwhile, the neighbors all thought I was just an ordinary, chubby supermarket owner.

No one in the world knows that this shabby supermarket is actually the only transit station connecting the myriad worlds.

The System's tasks grow ever more ridiculous, and the secrets behind it run ever deeper...

"Boss, envoys from three more planes are lined up to restock today. You figure out what to do."

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