Summary
“Nope. We’re closed. Due to the owner losing all motivation, we’re closing early.”
On the day I submitted my resignation, I died in an accident.
I thought it was all over, but I fell into a gap between dimensions.
<Notice> Try growing your own world!
<Notice> Current membership: Basic (Monthly subscription fee: 9,800 coins)
What is this, some kind of Netflix?
To survive, I’m told I have to run a cocktail bar, earn coins, and pay the subscription fee.
“Who decided that? I’m not doing it!”
When I refused to work and just lay around,
the system kept tempting me with both rewards and punishments.
While shaking cocktails and traveling between different dimensions,
regular customers started gathering one by one.
It was supposed to be just for survival, but… am I too good at being a bartender?
“Would you consider becoming the bartender for my ducal household?”
A straightforward duke, a big spender at the bar, keeps pursuing me.
“I’ll protect you if I have to. You can barely do more than cut fruit with a knife—how can I leave you alone?”
A participant from a death game, who collapsed in front of the shop, became my part-time worker.
“Noona! Want to upgrade your membership? I’ll give you a discount!”
Even the system trying to scam me seems to have its own story.
A multidimensional cocktail bar stuck in the gap between worlds—
now open for business!
