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The Omnistore System

The Omnistore System
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The Omnistore System

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    Summary ming live you, from Cerou Street, this is MBP News, and we have an unfolding situation report. Late last night, at approximately 3:00 AM, an explosive-like sound reverberated through this area, disrupting the sleep of residents and instilling fear in their hearts,” the news anchor, a striking figure, delivered the report with poise, standing before the camera amidst a bustling scene.In the background, the blaring horns of ambulances and police vehicles disturbed the serenity of the beautiful morning light. Two individuals wearing protective suits, presumably forensic experts, held a stretcher carrying a charred body.The news anchor, who had been reporting earlier, placed a hand on her ear, fitted with an earpiece, and looked visibly surprised. Her voice filled with urgency as shentinued, “We have just received an update from our headquarters regarding the sole fatality in this unexpected incident. The victim of this tragic event is none other than Norman, the famous gigolo of Night palace.”“Mylleague, who was setver an eventday at Nightplace, obtained this information firsthand fromuntess Maria, who held a special place for Norman in her heart. Our focus this morning is on this breaking news,” the female news reporterntinued amidst the chaotic scene, while Norman's charred body lay alone in the ambulance.Meanwhile, in a different world, a young boy lay fast asleep with his head on the table. The sun, seemingly displeased with the boy's carefree slumber, cast its rays directly o his face. Annoyed by the intrusion, the boy shifted his head in another direction, unwilling be roused from his deep sleep.*ZZZr Zzrz Zzrzzr* However, an additional source disturbed his sleep, filling the room with a buzzing sound. The boy furrowed his brows in annoyance, his eyes still closed. He searched his surroundings and divered a glass-like slab. With closed eyes, he slid his finger across it and placed it near his ear.“Hello...” he mumbled in his drowsy voice, which carried a hint of depth.“Hey, Pissed-up Prat, where are you?” a voice laced with disdain emanated from the slab.The boy, referred as the “Pissed-up Prat” by the irritating female voice, rgnized it as a voice he heard frequently butuldn't recall its owner. With his eyes still closed, he inquired, “Who is this?”“What do you mean, 'who is this'? Wake up,me home, or eat shit for breakfast if you prefer!” the voice behind the transparent slab rrted before falling silent.The boy, still not fully awakened, gazed at the half-opened glass slab with a mixture ofnfusion and surprise. As his eyes darted around the room, he became increasingly shocked.As he rllected the fragmented memories from the night before he lostnsciousness, his gaze fell upon the entrance of the shop. Once old and damp, it now bore a different appearance. While not transformed i a luxurious space, it had undergone improvementsmpared its previously dilapidated state.The shopok 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.wards the beginning of theunter, where the boy had been sleeping, there od a peculiar machinenfusion etched across his face, he murmured himself, “Whose shop is this?”In response his question, a mechanical voice resonated in his mind.[The Omnire belongs you, host.] ……………………………………………………………You’re reading “The Omnire System” on See all Hide