My Convenience Store Connects to the Years of Famine

Chen Mo ran a convenience store that was on the verge of closing. He worked the counter by day and played games at night, living a life as bland as boiled water.

Then one night, a mechanical voice rang out in his mind.

[The System, Age of Reclamation, has been bound.]

The next day, a game that couldn't be deleted appeared on both his phone and computer. The images weren't CGI: the wind was real, the earth was real, and so were the people starving to death.

In a year of famine, refugees fled to an uninhabited wasteland. He had just one task: start from scratch, build a village, and keep these people alive.

And the permissions granted by the System were more outrageous than he'd imagined.

The row of shelves in the convenience store's back room was a door.

He could send salt, sugar, lighters, cold medicine, and a steel kitchen knife to the other side. He could also bring ancient-method brown rice, wild honey, and mountain herbs back from there. What he could move, and how much, didn't depend on how much stock he had. It depended on how well he built the village.

So by day, he sold tea eggs; by night, he taught the villagers how to make compost and raise seedlings.

He thought he was just playing a game.

Then winter came early, the food supplies ran low, and thirty-odd pairs of eyes looked to him. Only then did he understand: they weren't NPCs.

They were more than thirty lives, and a responsibility he couldn't escape.

The System said the reward would surely surprise him.

Only later did he learn that those words weren't a promise.