No. Store closed.
The store is closing early due to the owner’s lack of motivation.
The day I submitted my resignation, I died in an accident.
I thought it was all over, but I fell through the cracks of dimensions.
<Notice> Welcome! Grow your own world!
<Notice> Recommended membership: Basic (9,800 coins per month)
What is this? Is this some kind of N*tflix?
To survive, I have to run a cocktail bar and collect coins to pay the subscription fee.
“Who decided this? I’m not doing it!”
When I lay down, refusing to work, the system kept prodding me with carrots and sticks.
🥂
As I shook the shaker across different dimensions, regulars gradually gathered.
It seemed like a survival-type scenario, but did I play the bartender role too well?
“Any interest in becoming a bartender at my estate?”
The straightforward duke, a big shot at the cocktail bar, kept pestering me.
“I have to protect you too. How can I leave you alone when all you can do is garnish with a knife?”
The participant of the death game who collapsed in front of the store became a part-timer.
“Nuna! Wanna upgrade your membership? I’ll give you a discount!”
It seems like there’s a story behind the system that’s trying to rip me off?
The multidimensional cocktail bar stuck in the dimensional rift is now open for business!
