Xiao Cheng tilted her head slightly, looking at the dilapidated street that was slowly appearing in front of her.

It was deserted and eerily silent, like a dead city.

At the street corner, there stands a gaudy sign with three characters written on it.

City of God.

Above, the entire sky was dyed a dark purple, with no sun, but instead a huge cruise ship floating in the air, enveloped in neon lights.

Xiao Cheng continued walking forward.

The moment she stepped into the street corner, the surroundings became noisy, a cacophony of voices. Countless pure black figures slowly emerged, engulfing her and surging into the depths of the street.

Until we stopped in front of an empty shop.

The dilapidated shop was stained with blackened blood, and a faint musty, fishy smell wafted out.

A transfer agreement was nailed to the lintel with a boning knife, which roughly stated that the shop was being transferred to a new owner free of charge.

"A mini-game where you start?" Xiao Cheng pulled out his knife, casually stuffed it into his pocket, and studied the agreement for a while to make sure there were no pitfalls.

But there's something strange about it that I can't quite put my finger on.

"Hehe, so you're the one who took over this shop?"

Just then, a low, hoarse voice suddenly sounded behind her.

Xiao Cheng suddenly turned his head and saw an invisible ripple in the air. A monster with a fish head and a human body slowly appeared, its pale eyes emitting an eerie light.

"Another pitiful soul lured here by the City of Gods?" the fish-headed man sighed with the air of someone who had been there before, letting out a deep sigh. "Tell me, where are you headed this time... to fulfill what wish?"

He pointed to the cruise ship above his head.

“Hmm…it’s a very noble wish.” Xiao Cheng thought for a moment and answered very solemnly.

“In that case, let’s work hard to make money and use this long-abandoned shop.” The fish-headed man nodded meaningfully. “On the fifteenth of each month, people from the ship will come to sell tickets. As long as you have enough money, you can fulfill all your wishes.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the fish-headed man vanished completely without a trace, just as he had appeared.

"Is it profitable...?"

Xiao Cheng reached out and wiped the thick layer of dust off the shop, then lifted the curtain and went inside.

The room was surprisingly clean and simply furnished, with only a bed and a wooden table.

There was a cookbook on the table. Xiao Cheng walked over and flipped through it. The first page read "Stir-fried Fish Head".

Xiao Cheng: "..." So this is the kind of ingredient.

The dishes that followed didn't look very proper, and just as she was seriously considering whether to change careers, a note floated out from between the pages of the book.

"We urge anyone who comes after us to make this store bigger and stronger!"

At the same time, a system notification suddenly sounded in my ears: "Attention all players, the Survival Dungeon Godhood Customization has been loaded. Game rules are being imported. We wish you a pleasant gaming experience."

On the snow-white wall, bright red writing appeared.

[Attention players, the game has officially begun.]

Rule 1: Fighting among oneself is strictly prohibited.

[Rule 2: The initial store cannot be changed]

Rule 3: Money is everything

It seems we have no choice but to venture into the catering industry.

Xiao Cheng studied the recipe for a long time, and the more he looked at it, the more unreliable it seemed. He could understand the stir-fried fish head with a human figure, but what was that humanoid boar in the back?

Most importantly...

Will we have to get these ingredients ourselves?

Just as she was frowning in thought, a noise suddenly came from outside the door, followed by the curtain being lifted. Xiao Cheng turned her head sharply and tensed up, but relaxed again the moment she saw who it was.

"You have to make up for my 24 hours of rest." Fang He crossed his arms and leaned against the door frame. "Working like this without sleep, the system's mainframe should probably award you a model worker award."

“I don’t need the model worker award.” Xiao Cheng tossed him the recipe in her hand. “I’m almost being forced into becoming a mad chef.”

Fang He took it steadily, flipped through a few pages quickly, and raised an eyebrow slightly: "Quite heavy stuff."

"So what is your shop?" Xiao Cheng asked.

"It's right next to you, unfortunately, it's a nail salon," Fang He said with a hint of helplessness.

First of all, he would never get a manicure.

Secondly, Xiao Cheng thought of the retro-style postmodernism from before.

That is to say, I hope the guest is alright.

"Let's briefly sort out the current problems." Fang He closed the recipe book and walked over to put it back on the table.

"First, buying a ticket obviously requires a large amount of gold coins, but the exact amount is still unknown."

"Secondly, regarding the issue of opening and operating the store, as expected, we need to obtain all the raw materials ourselves."

"Third, the tickets will be issued on the 15th of each month. Although I'm not sure what day it is today, as expected, we have very little time left."

Xiao Cheng nodded, then said, "Since the principle of 'money above all else' is written into the game rules, it means that's the key to this instance. But as for this city... it seems to be a complete dead city right now."

“It might involve a spatial transformation,” Fang He said thoughtfully. “Presumably, some natives who suddenly appeared before reminded you about the ship ticket. To make a simple assumption, the City of Gods is divided into the Inner City and the Outer City, so we should be in the Inner City now.”

“If that’s the case, then we’re facing another problem.” Xiao Cheng felt things were getting increasingly complicated. “How do we open up a passage to the inner city?”

The two decided to go outside and take a look first.

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