The Everlasting Debt Supermarket

Shi Mo, carrying shopping bags of various sizes, walked into a skincare store called "Ningji Palace". The store was filled with various rich and fragrant scents, and the crystal display stands were filled with exquisitely designed and dazzling bottles and jars, the prices of which were naturally quite high, often costing thousands or even tens of thousands of yuan in vouchers.

He had no knowledge of such products, but he thought the bottles and jars looked decent, so he randomly picked out a few sets of top-tier skincare products with the most luxurious packaging and the purest scent.

A strange female waitress, dressed in a pink uniform, with a pretty face but a hint of arrogance in her eyes, approached. She was new, a Rank B, and harbored a deep-seated contempt for human candidates.

Seeing that Shi Mo (a human) had purchased so many expensive items in such a short time, her first reaction was not respect, but strong suspicion.

The waiter's suspicion reached its peak when Mo habitually pulled out that jet-black card with dark gold thorn patterns.

She had never seen a card like this before, and she couldn't believe that a "lower human being" could possess such enormous wealth that exceeded the supermarket's rules. In her limited understanding, it must be some kind of clumsy counterfeit, or obtained through illegitimate means.

"Sir," she raised her chin, her tone carrying undisguised skepticism and a hint of superiority, and reached out to stop Shi Mo from handing over the card, "Please wait a moment. This card of yours... I've never seen this style before. As far as I know, lower humans could not possibly possess this level of wealth."

She deliberately emphasized the words "inferior humans" and continued to press, "Please explain the origin of this card! Otherwise, I have reason to suspect that it was stolen or counterfeited! Using counterfeit payment instruments is a serious violation at Everlasting Debt Supermarket!"

Her voice was not soft, instantly attracting the attention of several other strange customers in the store and some candidates outside who were secretly watching Shi Mo.

Everyone, including the eerie figure, held their breath. Violence was forbidden, and they wondered how this mysterious, wealthy, white-haired man would respond to such blatant slander and provocation.

Shi Mo paused slightly.

He raised his eyes, his gaze falling on the stern-faced waiter. There was neither anger nor panic in his eyes, only a look of disdain as if he were looking at a buzzing fly. He frowned slightly, a clear hint of impatience and coldness flashing in his eyes.

He didn't speak, but an invisible, heavy mental pressure, as immeasurable as a mountain, quietly spread out from him.

It wasn't violent, but it carried an absolute pressure originating from the level of life and the source of rules, making the B-level waitress feel as if she had been choked. The words she was about to say got stuck in her throat, her face turned pale, and her body involuntarily trembled slightly. She finally realized that the "human" in front of her was not simple.

Just as the atmosphere froze, and the waiter was on the verge of collapsing from the mental pressure—

"shut up!!!"

A roar filled with terror and rage came from backstage!

A blurry figure burst forth from backstage at a speed too fast for the naked eye to follow, instantly appearing in front of the counter! It was a strangely charismatic middle-aged man in a deep purple robe, with an ancient face and an aura as profound as the sea. He was none other than the manager of "Gathering Muscle Hall," a powerful being with S-rank strength!

The S-level store manager didn't even glance at the waiter who was almost scared to death; his gaze was immediately fixed on the Underworld Black Card in Shi Mo's hand.

When he saw the card's design and felt the unique law fluctuations emanating from it, which seemed to connect to the underworld and govern the cycle of life and death, his pupils suddenly shrank to the size of pinpoints, his body visibly trembled violently, and all the color drained from his face, leaving only boundless fear!

He recognized it! This was no ordinary wealth card! It was the legendary "Black Card of the Underworld"! It was a symbol of the unspeakable being who ruled the Abyss Corridor and coexisted with the supreme rules! Possessing this card represented not only unlimited wealth, but also a terrifying identity with a very deep connection to that being, one that was absolutely not to be provoked!

This idiot under my command actually dared to question and slander the existence of someone holding the Underworld Black Card?! He's practically courting death! No, he's dragging the entire "Skin-Condensing Palace" and even the entire supermarket down with him!

"Your...Your...Your Excellency!" The S-rank shop manager's voice trembled uncontrollably as he bowed deeply, almost prostrating himself. Cold sweat instantly beaded on his forehead, and his tone was so humble it was almost palpable. "I am utterly sorry! It is my fault for failing to discipline this new fool! Please forgive him! Please forgive him!!"

He abruptly sat up and sternly berated the terrified B-rank waiter, his voice carrying the terrifying pressure of an S-rank: "Are you blind?! How dare you offend this distinguished guest! From this moment forward, you are stripped of all your rank and cast into the 'Abyss of Repentance' to labor for three hundred years! Execute immediately!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than two powerful guards appeared out of nowhere. Ignoring the waiter's cries and pleas for mercy, they dragged him away, and his fate was predictable.

After dealing with his incompetent subordinates, the S-rank store manager immediately put on an even more obsequious and humble smile than the previous managers of "Light of Time" and "Rainbow Pavilion," personally serving Shi Mo: "Your Excellency, the sets you selected are from our 'Eternal Youth' series, made with materials sourced from..."

"Wrap it up." Shi Mo interrupted again, his tone still calm, as if the farce from before had never happened.

"Yes, yes, yes! I'll pack it for you right away!" The shop manager personally and quickly packed the items. After completing the black card payment, he hurriedly retrieved several more exquisitely packaged jade boxes with stronger energy fluctuations from the deepest part of the counter, presenting them with both hands. "These are our shop's non-sale 'Divine Essence' and 'Reincarnation Dew,' a small token of my appreciation. Please accept them as an apology for the unpleasantness earlier!"

Shi Mo glanced at the free gifts, nodded, and casually accepted them.

The S-level store manager felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He bowed deeply again and personally escorted Shi Mo to the store door. Only after Shi Mo's figure disappeared from sight did he dare to straighten up, wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, and let out a long breath with lingering fear.

This scene was witnessed by too many people and by the supernatural.

The extreme fear, humble attitude, severe punishment, and generous apology gifts from the S-rank store manager of "Gathering Skin Palace"... all of this was like a bombshell, causing a huge shock inside the supermarket.

The news spread like wildfire among the supermarket management and various stores.

"Have you heard? That new B-rank idiot from the Condensing Muscle Hall almost caused a major disaster!"

"That white-haired customer with the black card... even the S-rank shopkeeper Herak was terrified?"

"The Black Card of the Underworld... Could it be... related to that legendary figure?"

"Pass the word! All staff, be on your guard! When you see that white-haired, heterochromatic-eyed customer, you must provide the highest level of service! Anyone who dares to be negligent will suffer a fate worse than that B-grade idiot!"

The candidates were in an uproar.

"My God... an S-class monster is like a grandson in front of him..."

"Who exactly is he? Is that black card that powerful?"

"Even the store manager has to pay out of pocket to give gifts as an apology... Is there... any hope for us?"

"If I could get some help from him..."

Shi Mo was completely unconcerned about the commotion he caused behind him.

Carrying his new spoils, he continued his monotonous yet unique "shopping" journey in this perpetually indebted supermarket. After this incident, his shopping became much smoother, and wherever he went, all the strange shop assistants were trembling with fear, providing impeccable service.