In the vast majority of cases, the system was extremely reliable. Sometimes, Luo Chuan wondered whether its actual job was home renovation.
When the mechanical notification faded, source-less blue light slowly spread outward from him, changing everything in its path.
The moldy, dusty smell lingering in the air vanished completely. The old, cracked, mold-covered floor was replaced by wooden flooring adorned with natural plant patterns, while several poisonous mushrooms in the corners turned into green potted plants.
The messy shelves were replaced by exquisite tables and chairs, the walls were covered in tasteful wallpaper, and bright, gentle light illuminated the place, giving it an air of refined elegance.
In just a few seconds, the dilapidated house, which had seemed abandoned for years, had transformed into a coffee shop that was understated yet faintly luxurious.
Luo Chuan sat on one of the sofas for receiving guests, and his entire body seemed to sink into it. It was incredibly comfortable.
I should get a couple of these for Origin Mall when I go back, he thought.
Leaning back against the sofa, Luo Chuan surveyed this shop in another world. There was practically nothing to criticize.
Still, this world probably did not have anything like coffee, so the matter of its name could wait.
Luo Chuan rose to his feet, walked over to the window, and looked outside.
Perhaps because of its location, there were few pedestrians on the street. Or perhaps it was simply because the sky had grown late.
It looked like this was a secluded part of the city, and that gave Luo Chuan a strangely familiar feeling.
Forget it. This was only a passing interest anyway; customers were not important.
Luo Chuan lay on the soft sofa and began... playing Dou Dizhu.
As the owner, he naturally had certain