The Fantasy World Fanatic Wants To Leave Work

1 – 1. Rather, a ninja should appear

A convenience store of about 40 pyeong located in front of an intersection.

That place is the world where I spend one-third of my day.

If it’s tiring, it’s a tiring world, and if it’s worth living, it’s a world worth living for with 40 pyeong.

It was what the orphan who lost his parents in high school started doing to make a living somehow.

At first, there were often missions that felt like hell, but once I abandoned my affection for humanity, I was able to pass through all of them without concern.

But sometimes, there are still things that I can’t just let go.

[- Pyeondori Gallery -]

[(☆)Real-time Pyeondori Life Crisis On][16]

[What is this 500-won love bank that Jammie gave me with the money he calculated and left?]

[(☆)Pyundori had his first experience today, damn it…][19]

[Why did I hold the handle that was meant to catch the soju box, only for it to slip away and shatter, damn it]

[(☆)]Why the hell is this happening to me??][31]

[Please, just let me exchange a bottle of soju for a pigeon!!]

As it is known on the internet, the world of convenience stores can vary in size and characteristics depending on the location.

There are small convenience stores located in apartment complexes, or massive convenience stores in neighborhoods with factories and small studios.

And then there are convenience stores in the remote corners of the countryside where there is nothing else…

I think I live in a rather worn-out world among these three.

The weary faces of middle-aged and elderly people who come to the convenience store late at night.

Foreigners from countries that I can’t even pinpoint.

The underripe students who never fail to disappoint.

This terrible world encompasses all three of them, and it is because I work at a convenience store.

-Don’t have any expectations of the customers who come to the convenience store.-

That is the message left to me by someone who has already left this world.

They left with an excitement, like a fish meeting water.

At first, I thought I understood what they meant by those words.

Don’t expect manners from the customers who come to the convenience store.

If they greet you, accept it with gratitude.

Politeness is a fundamental part of human dignity.

It was something that I could easily find and understand.

Therefore, I always lowered my expectations to the minimum and thought that following the given manual was all I had to do.

But it seems like the reason he left those words to me was not just because of such a trivial thing.

“If not having money is a sin, then I must be a sinner.”

Even now, it’s a nostalgic memory that comes to mind vividly.

The old man who would gulp down alcohol and ramble on for hours without any descendants to spend the holidays with.

-Since that day, I always prepared and carried earphones with me.-

The perverted guy who confidently walked around the convenience store naked, not even putting on a single piece of clothing like an unprocessed fresh chicken.

-Since that day, my vision has severely deteriorated.-

The crazy guy who suddenly tore open an industrial cutter knife when I asked him for his ID because he looked suspicious while buying soju.

-Since that day, the convenience store no longer sold cutter knives.-

Anyway, I have experienced many different things in this world.

In my mind, I always wanted to talk to the store manager and leave this world, but there were not many worlds that I, as a re-enrolled student, could enter.

Even though I could enter, there were many places that were more barren than the world I originally belonged to.

Even in such places, there were people who worked hard to live in that world.

There is nothing more foolish than comparing oneself with others, but at least there were people who lived their lives so diligently, so it seemed that I shouldn’t complain.

After all, nothing was going to change.

I had already passed the age of throwing a tantrum like a child.

“Oh, I miss the time when I was young.”

What I thought was so obvious suddenly disappeared.

After finishing school and returning home, there was an urgent phone call, informing me that my parents had passed away in a car accident caused by someone driving under the influence of alcohol during the day.

It was like a thunderbolt, but I couldn’t lock myself up in the fact that I became an orphan overnight.

With the help of relatives, I graduated from high school and decided to live independently after entering university.

And so, the days went by.

Living in a small world within the world, serving in the military and then returning to school, this time dedicating a third of my life to the world of convenience stores.

To live in this big and wide world, I had to endure in this small and harsh world.

Honestly speaking, it was not a small world.

It had so many useless items and cleaning areas that made it clear that this was not a small world.

And the customers who came to that world were not always kind, but after a few months, I became somewhat accustomed to it.

I even gained enlightenment from the constant friction.

“But it ends like this.”

But even that life has just come to an end.

I’ve been living diligently in my own way, but it’s already over.

And to make matters worse, I died from a concussion after being hit on the back of my head by a falling tower of Pepsi.

Maybe I’ll be a candidate for the Darwin Award this year?

I fought against a crazy person with a knife, surviving with a mop, but to die in such a ridiculous way by getting hit by a can of cola.

I would rather be annihilated by a ninja that suddenly appears.

Did I deserve to receive some kind of punishment from God for not properly organizing the cola?

Is there even a god of Pepsi in this world?

“I did want to go home from work, but not like this.”

Anyway, the reason I was able to endure each day in this big yet small world was because I was waiting for a very precious salvation called ‘leaving work’ or the hope it brought.

Even after a long and tiring day, quitting time eventually comes.

If salvation in the form of leaving work descended upon me, I could endure and spend my remaining two-thirds in peace.

However, I ended up leaving work for good, forever.

Moreover, I was forced to do so.

All because of that damn boss and the needlessly artistic delivery driver.

If I were to die and become a ghost, I would definitely make sure to drown both of those bastards in cola until they suffocate.

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And of course, that cola would be Pepsi.

Having lived so ruthlessly until now, there was no way I couldn’t curse them ruthlessly even in death.

“No. If you continue to envy others, even in death, you will become a spirit and forever wander the afterlife.”

But what is this voice?

I was certain I was dead, yet suddenly I could hear a voice.

It’s not just an ordinary voice, it’s a very pleasant falsetto.

Is this what they mean by a beautiful voice?

Listening to the angelic falsetto that suddenly appeared, my pent-up anger seemed to dissipate.

-Boss-

[Congratulations on passing. Start working at the convenience store from today.]

“…What?”

However, when I opened my eyes, what appeared before me was a message that made me regret my past mistakes.

What is this?

Judging by the saved name and the way it’s written, it’s not someone I know as my boss.

And it didn’t even come through a cellphone, it just appeared in front of me.

I couldn’t even get rid of this eerie thing since it stayed fixed in my field of vision, even when I turned my head.

It even appeared vividly when I closed my eyes.

[(☆)Real-time convenience store worker status window appeared in front of my eyes!][44]

What’s even more horrifying is that when I looked around, this place is just like any other day, a convenience store.

The convenience store that ultimately made me get killed by a can of Pepsi.

With its unnecessary size, all I did all the time was clean, and it was a crazy world where my back would ache just from organizing incoming goods.

I’m pretty sure I died, right?

It can’t be a dream.

The vivid pain and absurdity assure me that it’s definitely not a dream.

The feeling of darkness closing in and a chill running through my body was so terrifying that words could not express it.

Could it be that I’ve died and ended up in hell?

Killing someone just for trying to leave work without even organizing a single bottle of cola – would that really condemn them to convenience store hell?

-Manager-

[From now on, Mr. Kim Hyunwoo will be working 24/7, year-round.]

And even a full 24 hours at that?

8 hours of work are more than enough for anyone.

Especially for someone like me, who’s stuck working the night shift, it disrupts my daily routine and even harms my health.

What kind of god allows this?

This isn’t a god; it’s a demon.

A very lowly and unpleasant demon.

-Manager-

[We’ll send you the convenience store guidelines soon, so please be sure to follow them precisely. Any problems resulting from not knowing the rules will be your responsibility, Mr. Kim Hyunwoo.]

“This crazy Pepsi’s divine offspring…”

8 hours of work are more than enough for anyone.

Especially for someone like me, who’s stuck working the night shift, it disrupts my daily routine and even harms my health.

Ah, well, I’m already dead, so does my health really matter?

After all, what’s the point of taking care of your health when you’re already dead?

“Did you hurt your head by any chance?”

So, what’s with this voice I’ve been hearing for a while now?

It might have a nice voice, but in a situation like this, even the voice of an angel can become annoying if you keep hearing it.

I turned my head and saw the customer standing in front of the counter.

“…?”

“Have you been cursing and drowning people in Pepsi all by yourself or something? Or have you been exorcised by a demon? Do I need to perform an exorcism right here?”

But this customer was strange.

Not just in the words they were saying.

Most importantly, it was odd for there to be a customer here in the first place.

I’m not sure what happened to me or where I am exactly, but this customer in front of me was just as strange as my confusion.

Despite being young, they had white hair.

Violet eyes, something I’ve never seen in my entire life.

Moreover, she was wearing a black veil and a crucifix necklace on her head, indicating that she could be any kind of nun.

No doubt about it.

100% fake.

Especially if a pretty face suddenly approaches and speaks first, there was no room for doubt.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t believe in gods.”

“…What?”

I cut her off before it became a bother.

No matter how pretty their face may be, it’s better to cut off fakes altogether to avoid any trouble.

[My guardian spirit just got a number kekeke][11]

[We agreed to meet in front of the church on Sunday at 11:00 AM, jealous?]

My guardian spirit’s life and decades of accumulated big data were proving it.