Selling all those noodles in a single morning was exciting but also exhausting.
Liora collapsed against the wall of the alley, letting out a long breath. Her heart was still racing from the rush earlier. Her hands ached from handing out the noodles one after another. Her back hurt from crouching for so long. And her voice—gods, her voice—was so hoarse it felt like she'd swallowed sand.
She had never done something like this before. Not in her past life. Not in this one.
Being in the middle of a shouting crowd, getting shoved around, trying to keep track of payments—it was too much. Too chaotic and too exhausting.
And the worst part? She knew this was just the beginning.
Her system factory would definitely produce more items in the future. Cup noodles were only the first step. Once she leveled up more, there would be medicines, food, and daily-use goods… so many things. Was she supposed to go out and sell them all by herself like this every time?
