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... felt a little complicated and thought of Little Star.

The young man was the young man who lived in the manor next door to Yu’er when she was pregnant with Little Star. He visited her every day and Yu’er even joked that she would give Little Star to him as his wife.

The young man’s eyebrows had already grown, and he was becoming more handsome. After the childishness on his body faded, his aura was very strong and gave people an invisible pressure.

However, his name was not Jun S ...

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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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