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... cabin's exterior exuded an aura of decrepitude and decay, hidden among disheveled, tall weeds.

If someone on the path didn't approach closely, they wouldn't notice the cabin's existence.

【If this weren't a real-life scene, I'd almost think it’s part of some infinite streaming scenario.】

【Paired with the dark, rotten wooden cabin, it’s even more fitting.】

【My assessment is that this place is even scarier than an infinite streaming dungeon.】

A crescent moon ...

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“Hey, Pissed-up Prat, where are you?” a voice laced with disdain emanated from the slab.

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Confusion etched across his face, he murmured to himself, “Whose shop is this?”

In response to his question, a mechanical voice resonated in his mind.

[The Omnistore belongs to you, host.]

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