The Multidimensional Cocktail Bar of the Other World

No. Store closed. The store is closing early due to the owner’s lack of motivation. The day I submitted my resignation, I died in an accident. I thought it was all over, but I fell through the cracks of dimensions. 𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎! 𝙶𝚛𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍! 𝚁𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙: 𝙱𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚌 (𝟿,𝟾𝟶𝟶 𝚌𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚑) What is this? Is this some kind of N*tflix? To survive, I have to run a c*cktail bar and collect coins to pay the subscription fee. “Who decided this? I’m not doing it!” When I lay down, refusing to work, the system kept prodding me with carrots and sticks. — As I shook the shaker across different dimensions, regulars gradually gathered. It seemed like a survival-type scenario, but did I play the bartender role too well? “Any interest in becoming a bartender at my estate?” The straightforward duke, a big shot at the c*cktail bar, kept pestering me. “I have to protect you too. How can I leave you alone when all you can do is garnish with a knife?” The participant of the death game who collapsed in front of the store became a part-timer. “Nuna! Wanna upgrade your membership? I’ll give you a discount!” It seems like there’s a story behind the system that’s trying to rip me off? The multidimensional c*cktail bar stuck in the dimensional rift is now open for business!