Chapter 3

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**Isekai Convenience Store - Chapter 2 (3/331)**

**Chapter 2. The Adapting Convenience Store Worker (2)**

Upon hearing the talk about magic, I realized that the reason the store manager looked younger than his age was due to magical power.

Of course, my admiration for this realization lasted only two seconds before I exploded with frustration. I came here to work, thinking it was a convenience store, but it turned out to be Freddy's Pizza. What am I supposed to do now?

First, I decided to try to align the conversation.

"Manager, you mentioned magic, right?"

"I'm sorry, but I've never seen magic."

"I've never seen vampires or goblins either. You seemed to think I was familiar with those... other races, but I'm just a regular civilian."

I've never been hit by a truck, never delved into a bad game to the point of reaching the ending, and I've never sent a long letter because I didn't like the content of a novel. Seeing that the manager was silent for a long time, I felt I had hit the core.

"What are you doing here, boy? I just saw you come in."

If you ask if it makes sense to come in after seeing a job posting for a convenience store, I think it's not impossible. As long as this place isn't a Halloween party filled with things I've never seen before. What is this place?

The manager, clearly flustered by the unexpected situation, started to think hard, and a few more customers came in during that time.

To summarize the incident, it was a centaur wearing a delivery app vest.

In this world, deer with human faces are walking in, wearing rider vests and smiling, with the sound of hooves clattering as they walk.

"Boss, give me a Seven."

Well, if you want it, I'll give it to you.

"Do you want a pack or a carton?"

"A carton. Oh, and a lighter too."

"The lighter is over here."

I pointed to the shelf under the left side of the counter. Meanwhile, other centaurs were chatting behind them.

"Little one, bring me some banana milk. I'll buy it."

"Yes. Boss, where is the banana milk?"

"It's on the second row of the dairy section."

By the way, I thought they would neigh, but their voices were normal human voices... or maybe I'm a fucking racist, but they really do talk like humans.

"Hey, do you sell combs here at the convenience store?"

"They sell them here. Not the disposable ones, but the proper ones."

"Really? Boss, where are the combs?"

Is this a stable? But listening to their conversation, it seemed they really did sell combs here, so I asked the manager, who still seemed to be thinking.

"Manager, where are the combs?"

"Check the bottom shelf of that corner."

Even as he pointed, he seemed skeptical, but the centaur who went to check came back with three combs and placed them on the counter with a clatter. Why on earth would a convenience store sell horse combs?

And they even had barcodes. When I scanned them, it said 10,950 won each. And it was a two-for-one deal.

"It's 21,900 won."

"Three for that?"

"Two. One is free with the two-for-one deal."

"Wow, that's great. Just a moment. Here's 22,000 won... You don't need to give me the 100 won change. I have plenty of small change anyway."

"Sure."

Then I sold them banana milk and cigarettes and sent them off. The manager, who had been grumbling, finally found something to say.

"That's the same in my world too."

"All I know is how to hold a drill when making a hole in the ceiling, or something like that."

"Rest the handle of the drill on your shoulder and push it up to drill. The drill motor will wear out, but that's how you get it done."

But why am I even talking about this?

The manager seemed to exclaim "Oh..." in admiration, then snapped back to reality and started explaining my situation.

This convenience store travels to various places in this world to do business.

Accordingly, the store's location changes, sometimes in front of a school, sometimes at a city intersection, and rarely even in front of the Demon King's castle.

I was about to ask if doing business in front of the Demon King's castle would cause problems for world peace, but I stopped myself. Whether a hero gets hit in the head with a bottle of soju from our store is not my concern.

The only thing I was curious about was why and how I, a person from another world, ended up here.

When I asked, the manager slightly changed the direction of the conversation. Why did this happen to me specifically?

"There's a reason, you know. I've seen people wearing horse masks, but I've never seen a horse wearing a human mask. And it's not even a mask; it's a horse talking like a human..."

"Your world doesn't have 29-year-old NEETs, I guess. From the looks of it, someone like me is not ordinary."

As we talked, my voice became increasingly sharp. I came here to work at a convenience store, not to ride a fantasy express.

I didn't think the manager deliberately stuck me in this store, but the punch that hit me, even if it was unintentional, still hurt and made me feel bad.

The manager answered in a gloomy voice.

"Really?"

Contract, termination. My scattered thoughts snapped back to reality the moment I heard these two words.

Let's think realistically. First, they pay you for sure here.

Working 12 hours a day for 120,000 won, and working weekends, so 3,600,000 won for 30 days. Whether I can handle it is another story, but the pay is good.

And the commute. This is also important when looking for a part-time job. If I start taking the bus, I'll lose about 3,000 won in daily transportation costs, which is 90,000 won a month. That's a day's worth of part-time pay at minimum wage.

But here, it's only a 3-minute walk, so that's not a problem. The issue is that the convenience store is stuck in this other world, but since coming here isn't difficult, that's also a plus.

The most important thing is, will I die or not with these other races?

"Manager, will I get 3,000 mL of blood drawn by a vampire, get beaten by a group of goblins, or get trampled by horses with human heads?"

"Back in the day, maybe."

But he said it's fine now, so I'll let it go for now.

What will happen if I quit this place?

I spent a month looking for a job and two weeks looking for part-time work. In total, I've been idle for a month and a half. If I hadn't started this part-time job, it would have taken much longer. At least two months, I think.

If I keep doing this, I might as well take a job with good pay and good commuting. I know it's a crazy thought, but I'm not sure if I can find a part-time job this good again. If my boss had been a jerk, I would have quit, but after talking to him, he doesn't seem that bad...

After a long deliberation, I finally made a decision.

"Manager, don't terminate the contract."

"Let's see."

I don't know what to do now. How can anyone only do easy jobs?

"I don't know until I try, so I'll give it a shot. Or am I in a really dangerous situation and should quit right away? Even with protection magic?"

To be honest, I didn't feel any danger while working.

The blonde twin-tailed vampire was just young, the goblin was just rude, and the centaurs were just noisy with their hooves. They didn't cause any trouble.

And in my 29 years of life, I've learned two things.

First, making money for others is never easy, and second, money is more important than life. Otherwise, people wouldn't spend decades of their precious time making money.

Weighing the value of my life against the hourly wage, I don't think I can find a part-time job that pays this much. If not, the only other option is to go clean a lion's teeth.

"Still, don't hang up the phone. I know you're tired, but..."

"How long have you been resting?"

You've been working 24 hours a day for a few months? Is that also due to magical power?

I wanted to ask about this part since there were no customers, but I couldn't. A customer just came in, and this one was definitely not a gentleman.

It was a human, but with a Jindo dog head.

The fur was so thick that his face was completely hidden, and the hand holding the card had clear fingerprints. I wondered why he was showing the card first, but it made sense when he spoke.

"Check the T-money card balance for me."

"Sure."

Of course, I'll do it.

The Jindo dog's voice was very old, which surprised me. After regaining my composure and checking the balance on the POS, it showed 1,880 won. Just enough for one bus ride.

"1,880 won is left, sir."

"Is that so."

He turned to leave, but then suddenly turned back and asked.

"So, 1,880 won is left, right?"

"Yes."

"On this transportation card?"

"Yes, on that transportation card."

"So, 1,880 won is left on this transportation card?"

"Um, that's what the machine shows."

"Why?"

Why is he asking me why 1,880 won is left?

I couldn't think of a proper answer, so I didn't say anything. I just wanted him to leave, whether he got an answer or not. But the Jindo dog didn't leave no matter how long I waited, so I couldn't hold back and spoke.

"Maybe the 80 won left is for the envelope fee. The envelope costs 20 won."

"I didn't buy an envelope."

"Previously, previously."

"But why is 1,880 won left on this transportation card?"

"I don't know. I don't have your transaction history or how much you charged."

"Young man, what do you know?"

I just said I don't know, didn't I?

The old Jindo dog asked me this question for a full five minutes. If another customer had come, I could have sent him away, but no one came at this moment.

"It's strange, why is 1,880 won left..."

After thinking for a few more minutes, the Jindo dog finally left, and I immediately told the manager.

"Manager, a person with a Jindo dog head just came in."

"Your... memory isn't good? Kobolds?"

Just then, a customer with a Chihuahua head came in.

"Welcome, sir."

"Shit, where are the toothbrushes?!"