Her job might not be traditional, but it was mattered.
And if mastering dozens of bizarre, curse-laced techniques meant Mo Xixi was equipped to face all kinds of nonsense, then so be it.
She'd devote herself fully, reading every single page on this bed - no matter how dry, confusing, or moldy they were.
The morning arrived quickly, and Hao was up early again, feeling excited about what today would bring.
He moved through the store, whistling as he restocked the shelves.
As he reached for a bag of Original Salted Potato Chips, a thought struck him. He paused, turned slightly, and raised an eyebrow.
"System," Hao said, holding the chips up, "can these be shared with others?"
[Yes, Host. The Original Salted Potato Chips can be shared - but only under a specific condition.]
[The item may be shared between you and a creature or being that has a contract with you. Not just any contract, though. It must be a legitimate bond, built on trust, loyalty, and mutual consent.]
