No-romance + Historical + Apocalypse + Cultivation + Three Realms + Interstellar + Patriotic
【Not a power-female lead, not invincible; the system starts buggy and slowly gets fixed】
Freshly graduated, Naora Westbrook helps run the family mini-mart while cramming for the civil-service exam
One storm-cracked night a weirdo in ancient robes walks in, jabbering a language she can't catch
Charades and gestures later she off-loads two steamed buns; the guy pays with a fistful of copper cash
After that the freak parade is daily: why do these impossible customers keep showing up
And what in hell is the “Myriad-Realm Trading System” that just appeared on the shop computer?
The family huddles: this is bigger than us—let's hand it over to Uncle Nation
From that day on the clientele goes full kaleidoscope: drop-ins from five millennia of history are normal,
Three-Realms immortals and demons we can sort of accept—but why are interstellar tourists lining up too?
“Hey, monkey—yeah, you—put down that snack mega-pack!”
“Sorry, we don't take kids as payment; having too many offspring still counts as no.”
“Demonic beasts welcome, but please bag them first, dear.”
“Customer paying with crystal cores—do not butcher your zombie inside the store!!!”
