The Shop I Opened Took the Universe by Storm

Wen Yan was bound to an apocalypse shop System.

To save his planet, he racked his brains to open shops throughout the universe.

Who could have guessed...

Countless worlds would revere him as their savior.

[Apocalyptic World]: A shop opened on a desolate street corner, selling all kinds of unbranded, unlicensed products.

At first, no one paid it any mind.

Then the shopkeeper brought out uncontaminated grain, water, and even all kinds of fresh fruits and vegetables.

The major bases frantically waved their crystal cores around. "Shopkeeper, I want to buy food!"

But later on...

The shopkeeper brought out inconceivable potions that could suppress the zombie virus, as well as talismans that could make it rain and eradicate the virus just by tossing them out.

The desperate people suddenly understood.

The shopkeeper... might be a god.

Wen Yan: Those three hundred points were well spent. I drew a cultivation world, then traded crystal cores from the apocalyptic world for a few talismans. Absolutely perfect.

As for the advanced technology I acquired from the apocalyptic world, of course I'll secretly use it to help Blue Star take off!

[Spirit Cultivation World]: The spiritual energy is in chaos, causing cultivators to suffer and lose their minds on a regular basis. They can only go to all sorts of dangerous, terrifying places to vent their emotions, resulting in countless deaths and injuries.

Then a strange shop opened in a desolate forest.

Rows of strange reclining chairs. Put on a strange helmet, and you could enter a game world that felt just like reality.

The Bride of the Abandoned Village, Zombie Battle Royale, The Butcher on a Rainy Night, and all kinds of strange games made them scream in terror, before they were killed by the boss.

"That was terrifying!"

"I've died in there several times already."

They were clearly afraid, yet they couldn't help getting hooked and wanting to play again. But soon, they were astonished to discover that their chaotic spiritual energy had actually stabilized.

Later on...

The cultivators, now addicted to the games, suddenly understood: The shopkeeper had to be a god.

Only a god could create worlds.

Wen Yan: Those ten-plus virtual reality helmets I bought from the interstellar world were well worth it. I wrote, directed, and produced all those horror games myself.

Another day of successfully opening a shop without spending any points.

[Extreme Cold World]: A terrifying cold apocalypse swept across the globe. Countless people, animals, and plants died, while humanity struggled to build underground bases and eke out a meager existence.

Then a strange little shop appeared out of nowhere on the ice.

At first, people didn't believe anyone could survive on the surface.

Then they bought inconceivable clothes, a thin layer of which was enough to survive in the freezing weather, as well as bottles of potions that could revive frozen creatures as soon as they drank them.

The survivors nervously asked the smiling shopkeeper again and again, "We can really get these miraculous things just by trading you scientific and technical materials and a research institute?"

The shopkeeper: "Of course."

Later, people used the goods they bought from the shop to turn the frozen world back into a normal one.

Overcome with joy, they finally understood: The shopkeeper had to be a god.

Wen Yan: Those tech products were well worth it. I successfully lured powerful cultivators into making all kinds of magical artifacts for me. How hard could it be to solve the extreme cold?

By the time Wen Yan had opened shops in every world, he finally realized... he seemed to have actually become a god.

Theme: Never give up on survival, even in the most desperate circumstances