The General Store

The old wooden door creaked open.

There was no pungent stench or eerie, sinister poison mist as expected.

Instead, a soft, warm yellow glow filled the air.

A faint herbal fragrance drifted through the air, mixed with the slightly astringent scent of a plant unique to the Demon Realm, surprisingly pleasant.

The ground was swept clean.

Against the wall, a few simple wooden stools were casually placed for resting feet.

The wooden shelves, though slightly old, were wiped spotlessly clean, densely packed with glass jars and earthenware pots of all sizes.

This was clearly a practical, budget-friendly Demon Realm general store.

Its customers were likely hurried Demon Realm travelers, patrol soldiers, and dusty adventurers from the wilderness.

There were no flashy decorations.

From behind the counter came the crisp clinking of jars.

A Demon Realm auntie was busy organizing her goods.

She was slightly plump, with greenish skin and the characteristic pointed ears of Demon Realm people on the sides of her head.

Her light green curly hair was loosely tied into a messy bun, with a few stray strands falling on her forehead, giving her a capable air.

The auntie wore a light pink stand-collar top, covered by a washed-out but very clean, simple white apron. Her hands were covered in thick yellow work gloves.

Hearing the movement, she looked up.

Her round eyes sparkled with God-like brilliance. She smiled before speaking, her face radiating the kindness and warmth honed by years of doing business.

"Yo, rare visitors, rare visitors."

The proprietress dusted off her gloves, her voice bright and down-to-earth.

"Children from out of town, come in and rest your feet."

"Look around freely. Don't mind that my shop isn't big; I have the most comprehensive life-saving items you'll need within a hundred miles."

"As for the price,