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.

𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎! 𝙶𝚛𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍!
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 c*cktail 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.

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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 c*cktail 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 c*cktail bar stuck in the dimensional rift is now open for business!

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