Hyowha

In a remote alleyway stands a store. No one truly understands what it is selling, but people traverse it anyway.

"I hear the place fulfills your wildest dreams," says a female who wants to remain unnamed. "People who enter never wish to leave."

"The store-owner is a jerk—the prices are expensive, the staff is rude and you serve yourself," another male explains, "what, I'm still going though."

"I'm just here to look at the cute girls," says—well, his opinion doesn't matter, anyway.

"Listen, whatever you do, don't mess with the immortal siblings there. Who that is? The store-owner and his sister, of course! Why we call them that?" The person shudders. "Because we couldn't think of a fiercer name yet."

Within the store, an inconspicuous youth sits at the counter. In his head rings a cold voice, "Quest completed, ask Host to prepare for the next one."

"Eh, but I don't wanna."

"Quest issued, asking Host to check."

"Meh, I don't like it, give me something else."

"Non-compliance will lead to death."

"Sure, I'd love to see you try."

"...Please just do the quest."

Welcome to the Store of Fates! Dear customer, would you like to change your destiny too?

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I Sell Fate Through A System

<p>"Wait, let me demonstrate it to you. I won't be as good as the chef, but it might help you guys." He breathed out. It took some time for him to actually find the flow. He wasn't an expert after all. But, eventually, he had gotten the hang out of it. A single strike was all he needed to demonstrate. They would get the message afterward unless they truly had no talent in cultivation.</p>

<p>His fist flew a straight line, cutting through any unnecessary embellishments. The wind followed right behind, like a soft squall part of the summer breeze. It differed greatly from the usual demonstrations, which were filled to the brim with theatrics.</p>

Lan Jius' Hobby