They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System

Chapter 293: Someone….

Anyone..

Help Me Chapter 293: Someone….

Anyone..

Help Me He hadn’t wanted the hassle of juggling it while carrying supplies.

A small, bitter laugh almost escaped his throat.

Brilliant.

Absolutely brilliant, Abuchi.

You walked into a foreign market, in a foreign kingdom, with no local currency and no phone.

What next?

Should I wear a sign that says ‘clueless tourist’?

The situation had just gone from annoying to mildly catastrophic.

He looked up just as the person in front of him, an older woman with bright, cheerful energy, thanked the seller and moved away, her brown paper bag packed with fresh goods.

It was now his turn.

The seller gave him a friendly smile.

“How can I help you today?” Abuchi froze for a second.

You help me?

Unless you’ve got an ATM, a currency exchange counter, or a way to telepathically message my friends, I don’t know how you can help me, sir.

Abuchi thought silently.

But with several people behind him already shifting impatiently, some muttering under their breath, he had no choice.

He stepped forward like he knew exactly what he was doing.

“Yes… uh…” He cleared his throat.

“I’ll have… 10 of those, seven of these… and one bundle of that.” His voice was calm.

His heart was screaming.

Okay, great.

I just made a royal fool of myself and ordered half the shop with a wallet full of the wrong money and no phone.

and began packing the items into a small sack, Abuchi’s eyes flicked back

to wave, subtly at first, just a quick lift of the

looked his

talking, brushing hair out of her

small

in thought, possibly

They were fine.

Calm.

Comfortable.

unaware that their so called leader was seconds away from making a

to groan and ran a hand down his

Why me?

Why like this?

time I travel incognito, I’m bringing a backpack full of emergency

bag, smiling brightly like he just did him a favor, Abuchi knew it was only seconds before things

have

Perfect.

Just perfect “Guys!

Guys!

his

even react, the man behind him tapped his shoulder, his tone polite but laced with

me… he’s done packing

you’re not ready, you can

you can please concentrate and pay

go back and continue

have all

“Yes… of course.

mumbled

his brain

No phone.

No friends paying attention.

No local money.

I am so doomed.

the back of his

at him not to

one

pulled out a neat stack

just maybe, they accept foreign

It’s possible.

Right?

Wrong.

toward the seller and immediately looked away, as if

he couldn’t avoid it

So he looked up.

money with a puzzled expression, as if Abuchi had just handed him