A loja de conveniência conecta ao apocalipse, eu estoco suprimentos infinitos para sustentar o chefão

[Ping! Host, please pay attention!]
[Third reminder! Third reminder!]
[If you fail to sell ten pounds of compressed biscuits within one day, items naturally consumed in the grocery store will not be automatically replenished.]

Qiao Yuan lounged across the counter, bored out of her mind, idly scrolling through short videos. Two months ago, her grandfather had handed her the keys to a dilapidated courtyard house in the village. When she returned to handle paperwork, she unexpectedly awakened the grocery store space system. Completing system tasks meant every item sold could be automatically restocked. Overjoyed, Qiao Yuan quit her job that same day and invested her entire savings in renovating the old house, opening a grocery shop.

“Oh my goodness—”
A startled exclamation sounded at the door.
Qiao Yuan, absorbed in her video, answered absentmindedly,
“Snacks and treats are on the first row, kitchen condiments second, daily necessities third. Pick what you want and check out at the counter.”

On this summer afternoon, the store’s air conditioning was set to a breezy twenty-six degrees.
“How is it so cool in here? You actually have electricity?”
A deep, pleasant voice tinged with surprise echoed—a voice unfamiliar in the village.

Qiao Yuan shot upright and met a pair of profound eyes head-on.
Her mind went blank.
The voice was attractive and the man was handsome.
But… his clothes were filthy and battered beyond belief.
“Are you… a beggar?”

Ning Jue glanced down at himself.
His ja