From Cannon Fodder in the Immortal Realm to Queen of the General Store

I traded a pack of expired spicy strips for three spirit stones from the cultivation world.

The price: a deadly curse mark branded onto my best friend's wrist, bearing the words "Ghost Fang Studio."

In my previous life, I served as cannon fodder, scouting the way for the male lead, and died beneath the claws of a demon beast in a secret realm.

This time, reborn in a grocery store burdened with a million in debt, I found that behind the cracks in the counter lay the eager eyes of sword-riding cultivators.

They trade spirit stones for my instant noodles, batteries, and old magazines.

I use stun batons, pepper spray, and a "priority access pass to the lightning tribulation" to teach them what it means to run a small business: no credit, no exceptions.

Until the rift tears wide open at last...

The owner of that withered claw grins maliciously. "Your shop, your life, and this passage between worlds. I want them all."

I press the final button. The neon sign on the roof flickers and crackles:

[This shop has joined the Three Realms Heavenly Law Special Watchlist. The shopkeeper has final say.]

"Fellow cultivator," I say with a smile, raising my crackling stun baton,

"Will you pay in spirit stones now, or wait for the Heavenly Law to come collect the debt itself?"

Welcome to [The Handy Little Grocery Store].

We sell everything here, including your life.

(In a nutshell: A cannon-fodder female lead is reborn in a grocery store drowning in debt and discovers the counter connects to the cultivation world. She starts trading modern-day junk for cultivation resources, but draws pursuers from both sides of the law and is forced into a high-stakes trading game, dancing in a minefield.)