Ye Zhou finally managed to save enough money to open a large supermarket, but when he was about to showcase his skills, he realized that he might have a mental illness. ——Every morning the supermarket opened, a different scenery laid beyond its doors. One day it’s a doomsday wasteland. Or it’s a war-torn dynasty where the poverty-stricken common folk ate soil and tree bark. Or it’s a sewage-strewn environment, and as soon as you look up, you can see a medieval castle. Or it’s a world full of all kinds of magical creatures, but ordinary people struggled to survive there. Ye Zhou: “……” He just wanted to make a little money! Was that not okay?!