<Episode 7>
Right. With looks like that, the duke definitely fits the role of a protagonist.
“Check character information.”
Name: Johannes
Age: 25
Dimension: A dimension not yet entered
Role: Protagonist
Affinity: ♥♡♡♡♡
‘But it says protagonist, not male lead. So it’s not a romance fantasy? Is it just a regular fantasy world?’
His flirting felt natural, so I thought he was a romance novel male lead… but now I wasn’t sure.
Ding!
The reputation of cocktail bar ‘I Don’t Care About That’ has increased by 500. (Total: 800)
That was much higher than when Hook came.
Maybe it’s because he’s a protagonist?
As he walked away, he stopped at the door and looked back at me.
“If I get the chance, I will visit again.”
Maybe it was just words, but the promise made me happy.
If someone comes once or twice, they’re just a customer. But if they come three times, they become a regular.
Regulars shape the atmosphere of a bar.
‘If that man is here, even this shabby bar feels classy.’
And with regulars, I wouldn’t have to explain everything every time.
“I’ll…”
I paused briefly so I wouldn’t sound too excited.
“I’ll prepare a cocktail for you next time.”
“I look forward to it. Then, goodbye.”
He left with a polite farewell, and the door closed.
After properly serving a customer for the first time in a while, I finally felt alive again.
“…Maybe I’m more suited to being a bartender than I thought.”
Even though I was tired and wanted to quit everything, motivation kept creeping back.
“Maybe I’ll try a little longer.”
It might be too early to give up.
Instead of wandering around after clashing with my old manager, I could just run my own bar now.
‘I used to dream about this when I first became a bartender.’
Back then, it felt unrealistic—but now it was real.
“Since it’s come to this, I’ll conquer all dimensions with cocktails!”
I shouted confidently—
“‘I Don’t Care About That’? That’s the name of the bar?”
I heard the man mutter outside the door.
That one sentence crushed my motivation again.
“Mr. System… can we change the bar name…?”
I slammed my head onto the counter.
I really wanted to quit.
* * *
Once my motivation dropped, it didn’t come back easily.
I lay in bed until noon, when suddenly I got an idea.
‘Wait. I don’t actually have to work.’
I just needed to earn enough coins for the subscription, right?
The system never said the coins had to come from selling cocktails.
There was plenty of high-quality alcohol on the shelves.
‘Maybe I can sell some.’
I grabbed a few bottles and traveled to another dimension.
There were plenty of people who recognized good alcohol.
After all, drinkers exist in every world.
“High-aged whiskey? Nice. I’ll buy as much as you have.”
The negotiation went smoothly.
But—
Basic ingredient ‘Alcohol’ cannot be sold.
The bottle wouldn’t leave my hand.
“Uh… could you please take this whiskey out of my hand?”
“Are you joking right now?”
That plan failed.
Next, I tried buying a lottery ticket in another dimension.
Of course, I lost.
That part I expected—but the person right after me winning?
That hurt.
“Sadly, you really do have to work hard to earn money.”
Sigh… my life…
In the end, I decided to compromise with reality.
‘The system’s conditions aren’t actually that bad.’
After thinking it through, that’s what I concluded.
I could already make cocktails easily.
As long as I earned enough for the subscription, I could slack off a bit.
A few days later, in the morning, I decided to start working properly.
First goal: find fruit.
‘I need fruit for garnish.’
Garnish is what decorates a cocktail—like lemon slices, pineapple, olives, or cherries.
The Black Velvet I made for the duke didn’t need garnish, but most cocktails did.
‘There has to be somewhere that sells fruit… or at least somewhere I can gather it.’
Earning just 2 coins per drink wouldn’t be enough.
“I’ll go with a premium cocktail strategy.”
Work less, earn more—that was the goal.
The first dimension I arrived in—
“Cough! Why is it so cold?!”
I shivered as I landed in an unfamiliar city.
Buildings were submerged in water.
Carriages floated away.
Statues had collapsed.
It looked like a disaster movie.
“Mr. System, show dimension info.”
I had paid, so I might as well use the benefits.
Loading…
“Come on, hurry!”
A large window appeared in front of me.
Title: Rescue Operation Underwater (12 episodes)
Genre: Drama / Historical / Disaster
Story: A massive flood strikes a peaceful city! Eveline, who seems like an ordinary housewife but is actually a former secret agent, struggles to save her scattered family.
Would you like to view?
‘So that’s how it works.’
I was curious, but I chose no.
There was no way I’d find fruit here anyway.
“I should go back—huh?”
As I turned, I saw a cat being swept away in the water.
“No! Hey, kitty!”
I quickly grabbed it.
The cat shook its body and splashed water all over me.
“Show it! What is the protagonist doing right now? Where is she?”
Loading…
This time, the wait wasn’t boring.
The cat was nestled in my arms.
“B-but why does it feel so floppy? Are all cats like this?”
It felt like holding slime.
“Meoow!”
“It doesn’t even say ‘meow’ properly?”
Then why do people call cats “meow”?
Playing Episode 12 (Final)
A small video appeared.
The tower I saw earlier was in the video too.
‘So she’s nearby.’
“But the quality is terrible…”
Upgrade to ‘Standard Membership’ for HD viewing
Seriously?
I scoffed and played it at double speed.
‘Ah, there! That ship!’
The protagonist had reunited with her family on a rescue ship.
Since it was the final episode, nothing major would happen now.
“Stay safe. Maybe follow that person.”
As the ship came closer, I tossed the cat toward it.
It landed perfectly.
I waved at it until the ship drifted away, then turned back.
The second dimension I visited was a quiet countryside.
Rows of fruit trees stretched endlessly.
“What is this? An orchard?”
Thankfully, no one was around.
I quickly filled my basket with apples and oranges.
“Wow, lemons and grapefruits too? They’re all so fresh.”
They looked incredibly juicy.
When my basket was half full, I noticed a mansion in the distance.
“I’ve gone pretty far… Is this a romance fantasy world?”
Just then—
“Miss!”
A desperate voice rang out.
I quickly hid behind a tree.
“Are you awake now? Young master! The lady is awake!”
Peeking out, I saw a young noble lady in a wet dress, blinking blankly in a maid’s arms.
“Where… am I?”
“This is the Melbury estate! You came here to recover! I thought something terrible had happened to you…”
The maid started crying.
‘I get the situation.’
She must have fallen into the water, and the maid saved her.
Servants gathered, holding tools like brooms and pruning shears.
But their expressions were strange.
“She did it again on purpose, didn’t she?”
“Shh. The young master is here.”
‘Again?’
A tall man stepped forward—the “young master.”
“I told you not to cause trouble again.”
He brushed back his hair irritably, glaring at her coldly.
“You were dumped by the Crown Prince not long ago. Do you think pretending to commit suicide will make him come back?”
The lady stared at him, stunned.
Then she suddenly stood up.
“…Brother? You’re alive?”
“Do I look like I’m joking?!”
He shouted angrily.
But she just teared up.
‘Oh. She regressed, didn’t she?’
