Supermarkets connect to all realms, it's not too much for a succubus to like me, is it?

"Tick-tock."

A murky droplet of water seeped from a crack in the ceiling and landed precisely on the expired pork floss bread in Lin Mo's hand.

Lin Mo twitched the corners of his mouth, looked at the already blurred production date on the packaging, and cursed his deceased grandfather a thousand times in his heart.

While others inherit luxury cars, villas, and multi-billion dollar conglomerates, he inherited a dilapidated supermarket in a remote corner of the old city, with a leaky ceiling and shelves full of near-expiry products.

"Ding-dong."

The knock-off phone in his pocket emitted a deafening message tone. Lin Mo took it out and looked at it, his heart sinking.

Landlord Lao Wang: Lin Mo, don't blame me for being ruthless.

If you can't pay the 20,000 yuan rent you owe by the day after tomorrow, you're out of here.

Mr. Liang's real estate company has already paid the deposit; this run-down shop is definitely going to be demolished!

"Demolition? How much compensation can that tightwad Liang Kun offer?" Lin Mo slammed the bread down on the counter.

Liang Kun is a notorious real estate tyrant in the area. Under the guise of urban renewal, he actually engages in forced buying and selling.

Just then, a screeching motorcycle roared from outside the door, followed by a heavy kick that made the already rickety glass door groan under the strain.

"Hey Lin, Grandpa's here to bring you some warmth!"

A young man with short, dyed yellow hair that looked like eye boogers, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, stumbled into the store.

Behind him followed several henchmen with tattoos of dragons and tigers, each with a fierce face and carrying gleaming steel pipes.

Huang Maoqiang, Liang Kun's number one henchman.

Lin Mo didn't even lift his eyelids, continuing to count the inventory in his hands, his tone as flat as stagnant water:

"Brother Qiang, the store is still open. Take what you want and don't touch me."

"Buy? I'll buy your mother's head!"

Huang Maoqiang spat a mouthful of phlegm onto the clean floor, then casually pulled a crumpled contract from his pocket and slammed it onto the cashier's counter.

"Boss Liang said that out of respect for your dead grandfather, he'll give you 20,000 yuan as 'relocation compensation.' Sign it quickly, so we don't have to help you move."

Lin Mo glanced down at the contract. Twenty thousand?

They don't even have enough to cover the rent they owe.

This isn't demolition; this is driving him to his death.

"Twenty thousand yuan? Brother Qiang, the goods in this store aren't even worth that much, are they?"

Lin Mo sneered, his eyes gradually becoming sharp.

"You're asking for it, aren't you?"

Huang Maoqiang grinned maliciously and suddenly swung the steel pipe in his hand, sweeping it directly at the liquor shelf next to him.

"Bang! Crack!"

Several bottles of cheap liquor exploded instantly, filling the hall with a strong, pungent smell of alcohol, and shards of glass flew everywhere.

Alcohol dripped down the counter, soaking the soles of Lin Mo's shoes.

"Smash it! Smash it for me! Let's see how long this kid can keep up his stubbornness!"

Huang Maoqiang shouted arrogantly.

In the chaos, Lin Mo was shoved by one of the henchmen, and his body slammed into the shadows below the cash register.

His palm pressed heavily on a cold, hard object—a rusted iron cauldron that had been passed down through generations in the family. The old man refused to let it be sold before he died, insisting that it was the "foundation" of the family.

Suddenly, a piercing pain came from my palm.

[Blood compatibility detected with host; soul binding initiated...]

[1%...50%...100%!]

[System activation in progress... "Multiverse Supermarket System" loaded!]

A little girl's voice, with an electronic tone and an extremely irritating manner, exploded in his mind:

"Hey, isn't this the cheap master who's about to get beaten to a pulp by those thugs? I'm Zero. If you want to keep this crappy place of yours, you'd better sign this soul contract right now, or you'll be reporting to the underworld next door in a bit!"

Lin Mo gasped in pain as Huang Maoqiang's fist, accompanied by a whooshing sound, slammed down towards his face!

"Sign! I'll sign!" Lin Mo roared in his mind.

[System command confirmed: "Store Manager's Absolute Territory" mode activated!]

The savage fist of the blond-haired man, carrying a force that cut through the wind, was only one centimeter away from Lin Mo's nose!

The air suddenly froze, as stiff as iron.

boom--!

A silent, dark golden force field exploded outwards from Lin Mo's center, with invisible ripples tearing through the air and instantly enveloping the entire area!

Huang Maoqiang's pupils suddenly contracted!

The fist, which had been thrown with all its might, suddenly froze, as if it had been smashed into a thousand layers of viscous glue!

Force, inertia, gravity... all power was instantly drained!

"Ugh—!"

The body, having exerted too much force, lost its support and twisted and levitated in the air like a puppet with broken strings, tracing an arc.

Puff-!

He slammed face down onto the shards of broken glass, dust flying everywhere, and his screams of pain abruptly ceased!

"Brother Qiang!!!"

The henchmen were stunned and looked at each other blankly.

Lin Mo felt an indescribable sense of control filling his body at this moment.

In this supermarket, which is only a few dozen square meters in size, he felt that he was God, the master, and an omnipotent god!

He slowly stood up from behind the cashier, even taking the time to brush the dust off his sleeves.

"Who just offered to help me move?"

Lin Mo casually grabbed a pink plastic fly swatter that cost five yuan each from the counter.

"Damn it! This is weird! Kill him!"

Huang Maoqiang got up from the ground, his face covered in blood, looking extremely ferocious.

A chilling light ripped through the sky!

The younger brother roared ferociously, and the steel pipe, carrying a strong wind, slashed straight at Lin Motian's head!

Lin Mo's eyelashes didn't tremble, and he slightly raised his fingertips.

A pink plastic fly swatter was casually swung, heading straight for the steel pipe!

Snapped! !

The crack was deafening!

The hard steel pipe bent strangely like soft dough the moment it was touched!

The dark gold force field exploded along the racket face, shattering the attack with a reverse shock!

My pupils exploded!

His body was as if he had been hit by a truck, and he spun three and a half times in the air, his afterimage cutting through the air!

boom--!

He smashed the iron door of the storage room so hard that the person fainted on the spot!

Lin Mo's figure flashed instantly, leaving behind a series of afterimages!

Pink slaps cut through the air in quick succession—

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

Each strike was accompanied by a piercing scream!

The thugs didn't even have a chance to react before they were all swatted away and knocked down!

Lin Mo stood still, racket in hand, as the dust settled.

The pink fly swatter shook gently, leaving not a single scratch.

Huang Maoqiang and his men felt as if they were facing not a human being, but a monster in human skin. No matter how they attacked, all their strength would vanish into thin air the moment they got close to Lin Mo.

In less than a minute, the group of thugs who had roamed the streets lay sprawled out in front of the shop like a pile of rotten flesh.

"Get out of here. Go back and tell Liang Kun."

Lin Mo looked down at Huang Maoqiang, still holding the unscathed fly swatter in his hand. "I don't sell to this shop."

"You...you just wait..."

Huang Maoqiang was so frightened that his crotch was wet, and he scrambled out the door with his remaining troops.

Lin Mo walked to the store entrance, ready to breathe in some fresh air, but suddenly froze.

The neon-lit, modern city streets have disappeared.

Instead, there was a thick, almost tangible, gray-black fog.

The fog, as if alive, surged wildly through the streets, obscuring all light and sound.

The whole world was eerily quiet, with only the occasional sound of chains dragging on the ground coming from the mist, which sent chills down one's spine.

"Hey... Zero... what's with this fog?"

Lin Mo frowned.

In his mind, that sharp-tongued voice rang out again, tinged with excitement and greed.

"Calm down, host. Because you activated the dimensional nexus by using too much force just now, the system has automatically connected to the first channel."

"Congratulations, the supermarket has successfully anchored to the 'Underworld Channel'."

Lin Mo gripped the fly swatter tightly, staring intently at the thick fog.

Deep within the fog, a tall, indistinct figure carrying a ghostly green lantern slowly approached the supermarket entrance...