With the blood moon hanging in the sky, bizarre rule-based tales descended upon the wasteland. Survivors who ventured outside and violated a taboo died on the spot.
Only the Star Supermarket, which had appeared out of nowhere on a street corner south of the city, was an absolute sanctuary.
Its owner was a freshly weaned three-year-old toddler, sucking on a pacifier and standing on a little stool to punch numbers into a calculator.
Three ironclad rules were posted inside the store:
You must buy something to enter. No loud noises allowed. Zombies and monsters are forbidden from entering!
Terrifying taboo creatures outside tried to break into the supermarket, but the moment they touched the glass door, a bolt of golden light struck them and turned them to charcoal.
Survivors of the apocalypse soon spotted the loophole: as long as they worked in the store or spent like crazy to upgrade their VIP status, they could ignore every terrifying rule in the outside world.
And so, bloodthirsty cutthroats with ferocious looks tucked in their tails and mopped the floor in front of the little shopkeeper;
shadow assassins who appeared and vanished without a trace obediently stood at the entrance to greet customers.
Anyone who dared disrespect the little shopkeeper found these lunatic big shots fighting to tear them to pieces.
The toddler used the resentment beads he earned to upgrade the store by nine levels in a row, expanding the supermarket's business right into the heart of the bizarre tales' lair.
When the mightiest god descended, the little shopkeeper brought out an acquisition contract, ready to buy up the entire divine realm?
