Lin Ye never dreamed that the rundown convenience store he inherited on the outskirts of town would turn out to be the last “black market” in the Myriad Worlds.
The expired instant noodles on the shelves made powerful cultivators ascend on the spot after eating them;
The three-yuan soda in the freezer made demons burst into tears after one sip: “This sweetness tastes just like Mom!”
Even the old air conditioner rattling by the entrance blew out air cold enough to freeze Fenrir, the giant wolf of the North.
But Lin Ye was just exhausted
The owner of the board game shop next door was a down-and-out Zeus who mooched off his Wi-Fi every day;
The overworked middle-aged man who came by at midnight for oden was Thor, afflicted with arthritis;
Even the homeless man rummaging through the trash outside claimed to be “Odin, King of the Gods,” and insisted on trading Gungnir for a sausage.
Then one day, a prompt popped up from the System:
[Warning! The gods have run up too much debt. Recommended: activate “God-Slaying Mode.”]
Lin Ye looked at the flyswatter crackling with electricity in his hand and smiled:
“Can’t pay your debts? Then leave your divinity behind and work it off!”
From then on, the Myriad Worlds took a turn for the absurd
The Jade Emperor stayed up late stocking shelves,
Shiva became a delivery rider,
And the Twilight Cleaner, who claimed he would purify the world, had barely kicked the door open before a packet of spicy strips won him over:
“Boss, I’ve got a tip! The CEO of the New Gods Alliance wants to join the convenience store!”
This is a shady shop that makes a killing off the gods, and the last wild fling as twilight falls across the Myriad Worlds.**
Want a miracle? I’ve got science.
Want faith? I’ve got a sales pitch.
