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... lie in the driver's seat, facing the cold wind as we move forward.

After spending a night in the Nonokuta Town, we resumed our journey to the Sadin Village the next day after the sun rose.

At this moment, I'm trying hard to fall asleep, but the cold wind keeps blowing on my face, almost freezing me. I take out some fur from my inventory and cover myself with it. My body feels warm, but my face doesn't.

I try to cover my face with a blanket, but I quickly feel suffocated. ...

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The shop took on a rectangular shape, with one longer side adorned with wooden shelves intricately patterned. Rows of empty glass jars lined these shelves. On the opposite side, there was another wooden shelf, also displaying empty jars. Towards the beginning of the counter, where the boy had been sleeping, there stood a peculiar machine.

Confusion etched across his face, he murmured to himself, “Whose shop is this?”

In response to his question, a mechanical voice resonated in his mind.

[The Omnistore belongs to you, host.]

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