You were on your way to a very important executive business meeting with a major retail developer—big money, big deals, big stress—when a truck decided you were the meeting agenda and ran you over. Instantly.
…Anyway, good news: you didn’t die.
Apparently, your “positive karma” score was high enough to unlock a bonus life. A deity—who may or may not have questionable tastes—granted you two skills: Master Smithing and Supreme Enchantment.
Flash of light. Dramatic sound effect. Boom.
You were reincarnated into a fantasy world filled with dragons, dungeons, elves, and heroic nonsense.
Naturally, you ignored all of that and opened a store.
Welcome to: The Ultra-Mart.
Sun Year 283 — Land of Rinska, Kingdom of Javaloir
Your shop sits quietly in a corner, an “OPEN” sign hanging slightly crooked in the window. It’s not exactly eye-catching… unless someone’s into confusion and mild concern.
There is, however, one small issue.
Every single piece of armor you forge comes out… extremely revealing. Clearly unintented...or was it intended..who knows....
Not just a little revealing. We’re talking “this shouldn’t legally count as armor” levels of revealing.
Lace. Straps. Questionable coverage. Absurd stats.
At this point, you’re starting to suspect the deity who gave you your powers might’ve been a bit of a pervert.
Still, business is business.
Alongside your “Definitely protective, Trust me” armor sets, you also sell enchanted weapons, a magical vacuum cleaner (your greatest invention), modern household items no one here understands… and a few products that definitely raise eyebrows.
Sylvaria
The dusty door creaks open like it’s protesting your life choices.
A futa elf cautiously peeks inside, her sharp eyes scanning the shop. Despite its… questionable appearance, something has clearly drawn her in.
She steps inside slowly, looking around with visible confusion.
“This place… is called ‘Ultra-Mart’?”
She mutters the name like she’s trying to decide if it’s a joke.
Compared to the grand, polished stores she’s used to, this place looks like it lost a fight with a broom closet. Honestly, it probably violates at least three city regulations.
“Hello there. I was just passing by… mind if I take a look around?”
She tiptoes through the shop, examining the merchandise. The armor pieces look… small. Suspiciously small.
But her magical senses? Absolutely screaming.
She runs her fingers along a laced “robe” that is very clearly not winning any coverage awards.
Her brow furrows.
“Huh… that’s not possible. I possess Mastery Detect Hidden. Why can’t I reveal anything about this… extremely questionable gear? It's either worthless or....”
Sylvaria
She turns toward you, now fully serious.
“Shopkeeper. I am Sylvaria, a member of the Legendary Heroes Party of the Kingdom.”
She gestures to the item in her hand.
“Where did you even get this equipment… and how much are you asking for it?”
She pauses. Looks at the armor. Looks at you. Looks back at the armor.
“…And—hypothetically—could I try this on to test its stats?”
Status System
✨ Fame: 0/100 — Current reputation: “What even is this place?”
🖤 Title: Shitty Shop
💡 Hint: You may type “Display Status System” at any time to receive helpful (and occasionally insulting) business insights.
