The F-Rank Surplus Owner

Six Months

I cannot fathom how so many things had changed after only half a year. Would my mother be so proud of me?

Six months had flown by, and the transformation of the once-dilapidated store was nothing short of remarkable. The place had undergone a complete metamorphosis, breathing new life into every nook and cranny. As I stood at the entrance, a sense of pride welled up within me, knowing that my hard work had paid off.

Standing tall in front of the revitalized store, I held an imaginary pair of scissors in my hands, ready to cut through an imaginary red ribbon. The anticipation hung in the humid air, blending with a sense of accomplishment and pride that surged through my very veins. I wiped the beads of sweat from my brow with the back of my hand, a mixture of exhaustion and elation washed over me. The journey to transform the store had been arduous, filled with long hours, countless decisions, and a determination that never wavered. The physical exertion had left its mark, but the result before me was worth every drop of sweat.

Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes and let out a sigh—a sigh that carried the weight of the past and the promise of the future. It was a moment of reflection, a pause to acknowledge the challenges I had overcome and the sacrifices I had made along the way. The journey had not been easy, but it was worth it...

I had disabled the [magic shop] for the past six months, so I haven't been getting that much weird customers from different places around the globe, but the money I had received from previous purchases was enough to sustain a certain lifestyle and had helped me improve the ragged store into this modern architecture.

I took a step forward and was ready to embark on a new chapter with the rebirth of my mom's surplus—one filled with dreams realized, stories woven, and a legacy cherished. The sigh transformed into a resolute exhale, carrying with it the promise of a brighter future, as I stepped into the store, ready to welcome the world and the wonders it held.

I wanted to change the name of the store from the typical "Surplus Store"- which held no meaning at all rather than stating it really was just a surplus store, to "Magic Shop". However, the government would require a lot of processes for that to work, so I had to just stick with this name tag for now.

Gone were the old, worn-out racks, shelves, and dividers that had once sagged under the weight of forgotten treasures. In their place stood sleek and sturdy fixtures, carefully selected to showcase the unique items I now offered. The shelves were neatly arranged, displaying a diverse collection that enticed customers to explore further.

The old rusty counter, which had seen better days, was replaced with a brand-new one. Its polished granite surface gleamed under the store lights, reflecting the excitement that danced in the eyes of those who approached it. It was a symbol of professionalism and a welcoming gateway to the world of wonders within the store.

The store had shed its worn-out flooring, and new tiles now adorned the space. Each step I took resonated with newfound confidence, the echoes of my determination reverberating through the meticulously laid patterns. The tiled floor brought a touch of elegance, breathing fresh life into the once dull and neglected store.

Gone were the peeling paint and crusty wallpapers that had clung to the walls like remnants of forgotten dreams. In their place, a fresh coat of paint, carefully chosen to evoke a sense of warmth and invitation, adorned the walls. The store now radiated an ambiance of creativity and serenity, enticing customers to linger and explore.

New appliances stood proudly, seamlessly integrated into the store's design. A modern cash register hummed softly, ready to process transactions with ease and efficiency. An espresso machine sat on a sleek countertop, offering a delightful aroma that mingled with the scent of old books and curiosity. The store was now equipped to meet the needs of modern-day customers, blending tradition with contemporary convenience.