The Otherworldly Shop in My Home

After giving a demon dragon a perfect manicure, he shyly asked if he could get a membership card.

The mermaid princess clutched her pet grass carp, freshly descaled, and sobbed herself unconscious at the counter. She insisted on putting a national treasure up as collateral.

The demon lord next door came by every day to mooch off the Wi-Fi, and even started leaving five-star reviews.

I thought this cross-dimensional business venture was going swimmingly, until the System popped up a notification: “Congratulations, Host. Your branch has opened in the Celestial Realm. Please design a signature milk tea for God immediately.”