From the Start, I Open a Convenience Store in the Eerie World

I transmigrated into a strange world and inherited a run-down convenience store. Beneath a blood-red moon, a headless horseman held out his head and asked if I had any samples. A red-clad senior traded a secret for a cup of coffee.

While the other survivors trembled in fear, I calmly pulled out the membership plan:

“Spend 500, get 50 free. We accept bartering, but no tabs.”

I made an evil god bow with grilled sausages and got demons lining up with a sale.

When an indescribable ancient god descended and demanded my soul, I handed over a franchise agreement:

“How about becoming the regional franchisee?”