When I woke up, I became the owner of a shabby hotel in another world.
I wanted to be a salty fish, but the system warned me: As long as I practice hard, I will be unlucky.
So I lay down peacefully and watched elves playing magic as emojis every day, and dwarves using their fighting spirit to forge iron just to build an automatic mixing pot.
Until that day, an ancient dragon who was addicted to watching TV dramas insisted on staying in the hotel, and even opened his mouth to pay for it.
There was a sudden vibration in the hotel basement, and the remaining consciousness of the demon king who had been sealed for thousands of years was awakened: "Who is dancing upstairs?!"
I turned over and said, "Don't make any noise, it's closing time."
——Anyway, if the sky falls, it won't be able to hit me, a lousy store manager.
