The Omniversal Merchant-Chapter 159: Limit

The Ghost Face Vine let out a final defiant roar, the eerie smile on its face fading as its vitality drained away. Luo Chuan's decisive strike had shattered the creature's core.

"That was pushing it a bit, but I'll stop here for today," Luo Chuan muttered, exhaling deeply as he surveyed the lifeless remains of the Ghost Face Vine.

This battle had been grueling. Over the course of the fight, Luo Chuan had been defeated twenty-nine times. Yet, compared to when he first entered the Tower of Trials, the improvement was remarkable.

Back then, during his first attempt at the simple mode's opening level, he had died hundreds of times. The progress he had made since was a testament to his growth.

Removing the helmet, Luo Chuan stretched, working the stiffness from his body. The clock indicated it was nearly noon.

"Boss, aren't you playing the Tower of Trials anymore?" Yao Ziyan's cheerful voice broke the silence.

"That's enough for today," Luo Chuan replied in his usual calm tone.

"Got it." Yao Ziyan nodded. "It's getting late anyway. I'll go make lunch."

With that, she headed to the second floor. Over time, Yao Ziyan had naturally assumed the role of the store's cook, seamlessly blending her duties with her presence in the shop.

After she left, Luo Chuan moved to the counter, taking up his usual spot.

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Though it was lunchtime and unlikely that new customers would arrive, Luo Chuan believed the store should maintain its appearance of being open for business. What kind of shop didn't have someone at the counter?

Even if there were only six customers in the store currently, a manager needed to be present in case anything came up.

Not that Luo Chuan doubted the security measures of the Origin Mall. He was confident in the system's quality, but no system was without flaws.

Having spent nearly two decades on Earth, Luo Chuan couldn't help but consider the possibility of unforeseen bugs.

As he glanced at the six customers immersed in the virtual world, an odd sensation washed over them. Though they couldn't explain it, all six shivered simultaneously, as if they could feel someone's gaze on them.

Luo Chuan sat idly behind the counter, lost in thought. Time passed quickly, and before long, a rich and enticing aroma wafted down from the second floor.

Around the same time, the three-hour limit for the customers' game sessions was reached.

The experienced players, Bu Lige and his group, wrapped up their battles just in time, while the newcomers—Wei Yi, Liu Ruyu, and Wu Ying—were caught off guard when their sessions abruptly ended.

"The game time for the day has reached its limit! The session has been forcibly ended!"

Confused, the three newcomers stared blankly at the message, unsure of what had just happened.

"You didn't know? Each person can only play for three hours a day," Bu Lige explained, barely suppressing his laughter at their bewildered expressions.

"But I was at a critical moment in the battle!" Liu Ruyu protested, her voice tinged with frustration. Her usually composed demeanor cracked, revealing her rare displeasure.

As a saint of the Jade Pool Sacred Ground, she was accustomed to being revered. It had been ages since anyone—or anything—had made her angry.

Wei Yi and Wu Ying were equally annoyed.

Wei Yi had barely scratched the surface of the Tower of Trials and felt his session was far too short.

Meanwhile, Wu YIng, a training enthusiast, had been locked in a fierce battle with his mirror image. The fight was reaching a crescendo, and cutting it off midway was deeply unsatisfying.

For someone like Wu YIng, who lived for challenging opponents on equal footing, this was maddening. Three hours felt far too short, and given the chance, he could easily continue for three days without pause.

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