The Multidimensional Cocktail Bar of the Other World

No. The 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.

<Notice> Welcome! Grow your own world!
<Notice> 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 cocktail 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.

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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 cocktail bar, kept pestering me.

“I have to protect you too. How can I leave you alone when all you know how to do is garnish with a knife?”
The participant of the death game who collapsed in front of the store became a part-timer.

“Noona! 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 cocktail bar stuck in the dimensional rift is now open for business!