As a Magnate, I Started Checking in at a Convenience Store - Chapter 781 - : Visit!

____this story sets in Japan that developed a little different history from yours.

This is how a Japanese Princess relieves her stress of the day by using the latest VRMMORPG, and while playing the villain there, the first town turns into whirlpool of chaos, smashed the underground organization in one hand and went for a coup. It’s literally a playtime diary of a girl who is called as “Genocider-san”, “Roaming Last Boss”, “A different person plays the game”, “Raid Boss”, “Ruthless”, “Calamity”, and such by the players.

When Yang Zizi woke up, he was told that he was the real daughter of the richest man’s family?

The fake daughter is well-educated and proficient in all kinds of music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and is loved by all. People have pointed out that the real daughter is not as well-behaved and lovely as the fake daughter.

Her biological parents were also indifferent to her, and her two brothers even attacked her for pretending to be a daughter.

But suddenly one day, the two brothers were vying to pamper the real daughter. Big Brother: “Sister, do you like the helicopter that my brother gave you? If you like it, feel free to give it to your friends.”

Second brother: “Sister, you can do whatever you want among the top 100 companies in the world. If they go bankrupt, I will open a few more for you.”

The mysterious max-level boss: Bao, I will take you flying.

The way the fake daughter is favored by the group is getting more and more wild…

- Description from novelbuddy

I arrived in a world of swords and magic, only to find out my unique job is “Penny Candy Store Owner”?!

Well, that’s fine by me. I hate fighting anyway……

Supporting rookie adventurers with snacks that have mysterious powers, and maybe even winning the heart of a yandere witch along the way, let’s do our best!

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