If this were a theatrical opera, or one of those cheap transmigration novels the System was always blabbering about, this would be the exact moment the story faded to black and skipped forward three months. In a swift, satisfying montage, the shop would be built, the silver would be flowing like water, and Heena would be sitting on a throne of gold as a billionaire tycoon.
But real life was a grueling, painfully slow grind.
Even though Heena was ruthlessly determined to finish her mission and conquer this city, she was barely two percent of the way there. The reality of her situation was an incredibly frustrating bottleneck, entirely because of the physical vessel she inhabited.
