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... e 2, but the mission’s content was for us to sell 500,000 copies this time. I quietly did my calculations. Today was April 8, 2022. There were about eight months left before 2022 ended...

‘...That’s crazy.’ The deadline was too tight. I first ran a simulation. The only data that most resembled our situation was from Only One before my regression.

‘Since they sold 300,000 copies for their debut album...’ The mission wasn’t impossible. If Only One could do it, we could also sell 30 ...

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“Coming live to you, from Cerou Street, this is MBP News, and we have an unfolding situation to report. Late last night, at approximately 3:00 AM, an explosive-like sound reverberated through this area, disrupting the sleep of residents and instilling fear in their hearts,” the news anchor, a striking figure, delivered the report with poise, standing before the camera amidst a bustling scene.

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“Hello...” he mumbled in his drowsy voice, which carried a hint of depth.

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

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The shop took on a rectangular shape, with one longer side adorned with wooden shelves intricately patterned. Rows of empty glass jars lined these shelves. On the opposite side, there was another wooden shelf, also displaying empty jars. Towards the beginning of the counter, where the boy had been sleeping, there stood a peculiar machine.

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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