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

Chapter 293

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.

the items into a

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

one looked

hair out of her face

had taken out a small snack and was offering it

deep in thought, possibly lost in her

They were fine.

Calm.

Comfortable.

seconds away from making a fool of

groan and ran a hand

Why me?

Why like this?

travel incognito, I’m bringing a backpack full of

packed bag, smiling brightly like he just did him a favor, Abuchi knew it

to have to explain why he

Perfect.

Just perfect “Guys!

Guys!

need help–” Abuchi called out, his voice louder now, panic slipping

companions could glance over, or even react, the man behind him tapped his shoulder, his tone polite but laced

he’s done packing your

not ready, you can leave the

and pay so we

that, you can go back and continue talking with your

don’t have all

“Yes… of course.

sorry,” he mumbled

inside, his brain

No phone.

No friends paying attention.

No local money.

I am so doomed.

prick the

him not

was only one thing left to

and pulled out

on, maybe, just maybe,

It’s possible.

Right?

Wrong.

toward the seller and immediately looked away, as if avoiding eye contact would somehow delay

he couldn’t avoid

So he looked up.

it was, the seller was staring at the money with a puzzled expression,

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