I Mediate Among the Three Realms at a Convenience Store

How bizarre can a convenience store at three in the morning get?

A mage uses instant noodles as a summoning circle, space pirates stock up on Crispy Sharks to recharge, and a cultivation big shot shouts “The pill is ready!” at the oden pot.

And I’m just the night-shift cashier with a barcode scanner, moonlighting as the one who helps otherworldly big shots hit their discount thresholds:

**“Fellow cultivator, are you sure you don’t want the second one half off?”**

Lin Xiaoman thought the biggest crisis of her life was how the nearly expired boxed meals kept secretly flipping over in the blind spots of the security cameras.

That was before the day a drunk archmage got his staff stuck in the sausage grill, a sword immortal from the cultivation world skewered every tea egg with his flying sword, and an interstellar fugitive insisted on heating his rice ball with a laser gun.

Even worse, the register printed something other than a receipt: [Energy surges detected across the Three Realms. Doomsday mode countdown initiated…]

**“Store rules!”**

She planted a foot on the sword immortal trying to pay with a talisman, while the green beam of her scanner locked onto an ice dragon:

**“Scan the venue code before you start fighting, and pay triple for any damaged shelves!”**

Her current to-do list includes:

✓ Teaching zombies to use the self-service coffee machine (entering “Type O Americano” is strictly forbidden)

✓ Stopping a golden core and a tea egg from dating online (they glow at each other in the middle of the night)

✓ Feeding tantrum-throwing otherworldly beasts Mixue Ice Cream (the sundae-sealing technique is the GOAT)

(Helpful tip: Don’t try heating boxed meals with spells in a convenience store while reading, unless you want the grilled sausages to turn into fire-breathing dragons.)