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>"This is truly like watching a fairytale unfold in front of your very eyes," Zhang Yong commented unsure of how to feel. He did not want to blink a single time, for fear of missing anything. To see experts—let alone mythical beings—brawl it out was a once-in-a-lifetime chance. The insights within the Dao that get thrown abound were unmatched by simple teachings. With every punch and kick they exchanged, someone like him would gain immense knowledge already.</p>

<p>Ran Wei and Lin Zuhuyue nodded. How would they ever return to reading books or watching pictures and retellings again, when they have witnessed and tasted the allure of this store? No novel and image, no matter the masterpiece, could possibly compare with the feeling of seeing and creating the very own path you carved. It was a mystical thing.</p>

Darkness of his Heart