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In countless worlds, mysterious doors appear, leading to an ordinary-looking convenience store. That is, until you see who’s inside.

An immortal cultivator ponders over instant noodles flavor, an ancient demon sips a cola, and a primordial beast carefully holds a bag of potato chips. Beings who could shake the heavens stand quietly in line, waiting their turn.

At the counter, a young man scans their purchases. No one knows where he came from, but all understand one thing. In this store, rules must be followed.

Welcome to the Dimensional Convenience Store, where even the greatest existences must check the price before they buy.

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Releasing: Mon to Fri 2-3 chapters. Sat and Sun 2-4 chapters.

Dimensional Storekeeper

Spiritual qi surged. Ash-gray aura twisted up Mo Xixi's arm like a snake and flared across Dou Xinshi's stomach.

"Entrails Locking Cursed Palm." Mo Xixi's voice was cold, like reading a spell from an ancient text.

But all it really did was stop a man from pooping.

This was a secret technique from the Ashen Curse Cult.

Once cast, it began to seal off the intestinal meridians in slow increments - spreading from the gut like tightening chains of cursed qi.

For one hour, the target would be safe.

But after that… the seal would break.

The built-up waste would erupt explosively.

Forget resistance. It bypassed willpower, muscle control, and dignity.

Legend said one elder once blasted ten feet into the air, pants-first, shattering a roof tile.

Dou Xinshi staggered back, clutching his stomach.

Little Xixi Denies Him the Right to Poop