In a universe where countless dimensions overlap, a peculiar phenomenon occurs: mysterious doors appear, leading to an inconspicuous convenience store. However, the seemingly mundane establishment harbors a world of untold secrets.

Inside, patrons range from immortal cultivators deep in contemplation over the flavor of instant noodles, to ancient demons savoring a cola, and even primordial beasts delicately holding a bag of potato chips. These are no ordinary beings—some could shake the heavens themselves—and yet, in the Dimensional Convenience Store, they all stand quietly in line, adhering to an unspoken rule: even the mightiest must abide by the price.

At the counter, a young man named Vahn scans their items, his presence an enigma. No one knows where he comes from or why he's here, but everyone understands one thing: in this store, no one is above the rules.

But this time, it didn't ding—it roared. As if the universe itself had just clocked in for its shift.


The automatic doors hissed open, and a gust of multiversal wind rushed in, carrying with it the smell of ozone, sakura petals, gunpowder, and heartbreak.


A golden scroll unfurled from the ceiling. Glowing letters appeared midair:


"THE CELESTIAL CLEARANCE SALE HAS BEGUN."


All items. All realms. All consequences.Half off. Full price paid in soul, memory, or meaning.


Vahn blinked, still groggy from the pseudo-peace he'd tasted in Chapter 40. "Already? I just sat down."


Gojo Satoru landed in the produce aisle like a comet with swag. Sunglasses gleaming, Infinity humming, six apples floating around him in perfect orbit.


"Yo," Gojo grinned. "You got any mochi-flavored sadness?"


Vahn didn't miss a beat. "Aisle 9. Next to the existential dread popsicles."


Two more portals exploded open. Out stepped:


Yuno Gasai, pink hair flowing like a corrupted romance novel. Knife tucked neatly into her Hello Kitty purse.


Ainz Ooal Gown, robes billowing, death aura muted (store policy), holding a coupon the size of a coffin.


Vahn frowned. "This isn't a sale. This is a trap."


Yuno walked up, leaned against the counter, and smiled sweetly—dangerously. "You're cute when you're pretending not to unravel."


Ainz hovered forward, eyes glowing red beneath the cowl. "Storekeeper… today, I intend to redeem what was never meant to be bought."


The receipt printer coughed. It was already overheating.


Chapter 41 - Chapter 41: “Clearance of the Gods”