In the streets of London stood a youth barely about 21 years of age. He was a fresh graduate of school and infront of him was an establishment named "Giants Pub". It was something he established. His name was "Thomas Evans".
-Thomas-
"Man, the posts about the English weather were true" I thought as I looked at the building I purchased the other day. It had three floors and the first floor was where I was going to hold the bar. The second to third floor was where I was gonna live, and maybe future staff if I could get them.
I was only 21, freshly turned about two weeks ago and I had gotten my license to sell alcohol to the public. The process to get the license was something of a nightmare, and I had bad dreams about the paperwork for days. I shuddered at the thought of the ruffling edges of paper sounding in the air, as the clerks and staff seemed to make it look like as if time was standing still. "Man, my second life and I already feel like dying" I chuckled to myself as I went inside to see the internal space.
I glanced inside to see the various booths and the used barstools that looked torn to shreds. The smell was musty and the counters seemed drowned in dust. It felt disgusting and I shuddered at the thought of having to clean this place.
"Well, time to grease up the elbows" I muttered as I hauled in some cleaning equipment and got to work.
It took about two hours before the place was shiny and ready to serve booze of the highest quality, if I had the money to buy the expensive spirits. I looked at my wallet and saw I had enough funds to live for a certain amount of time. "Buying the land and building took a huge chunk of my inheritance, so this has to work" I said to myself as I got to stocking the shelves with various drinks rangeing from whiskeys to margaritas and everything in between. I also installed a soda bar for children, partitioning off a space for them to interact with the patrons.
Why allow children in a pub you ask? Well, why not? I might as well make soda bars even for myself, as drinking wasn't something I didn't do very often. Plus, I need some other things to make chasers for those that need them.
'Man, now I gotta play the waiting game' I thought as I scrolled through my phone, which was a flip phone. I looked up the year I was reincarnated and I saw it was in the 1980s, which was a cool detail.
As I was waiting, I felt a distinct buzz in my head, near the back of it. As I was playing a game of snake on my phone, the buzzing feeling intensified until it felt like something burst inside of me, and I fell to the floor, real classy like.
As I was on the floor, appreaciating my sturdy head, I had something cold surge within my body, and goosebumps and flashes of hot seemed to sear my veins as I felt something acclimate to my body, fusing into the muscles and flesh.
As I sorted through the information my brain recieved from the sudden buzz, I felt something strange about myself as I felt something, conceptual tie itself to me. It was something called 'Infinity Vault' and 'Home' and I knew instinctively what they mean, atleast the basics of what they were.
'Well, that's neat' I thought as I got up and poured myself a glass of cola, savoring the taster after that sudden event. I then wondered where the customers were at, I did put out flyers, and I pulled an ad in the newspaper for top dollar. 'I have a feeling that manager was shady' I thought as someone came through the door, the ringing bell a tell tale sign.
I analyzed the customer in front of me. He looked to be of Japanese descent and was wearing a green suit. He had swept over black hair which gave me the impression of a typical salaryman.
"Hi, welcome to the Giants Pub, how can I help you?" I asked him as he sat down at a barstool infront of me. His eyes seemingly indicated he was dead tired. "Some sake please" he asked as I got some Sake from the shelf behind me.
As I was pouring a glass, I had a sudden thought. I then closed my eyes and wished for some special sake from the vault, and when it opened, a different bottle was in my hands, both to my and the mans astonishment.
I poured him a glass and I could see it sparkle, which I thought was very unusual. I saw the man take a drink, and his eye bags were seemingly receding, and his eyes told me he felt more energetic.
"What is in this?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper trying to contain the excitement of the feeling he must've had. I looked at the bottle as I was then informed of its effects. Besides the anti-drunk thing, it promoted health and activity, so better than regular booze.
"You sir, what's your name?" asked the salary man. "Thomas Evans" I introduced myself as he did in turn. It turns out he was a salaryman known as Sasaki. He was a thirty nine year old man whose fortieth birthday was coming up.
This caused him to feel more tired than usual so he came here after seeing my sign. I asked him where he was from and he said he lived somewhere in Japan. My eyes drew a blank at that information.
"I'm sorry, you said Tokyo?" I asked him and he nodded. "But we are in London" I told him and he seemed not to believe me. I opened the door for him to see the London scenery and he looked astonished.
I then closed the door as he opened it, and buildings with Japanese signs were balringly obvious and we both drew blanks at this. "So, other worlds?" I asked him and we seemingly came to a singular agreement that this was the case and took it no further, plus the time periods didn't match anyway.
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It has been two days since the opening of my bar, and Sasaki has seemingly become a daily customer as the booze was relatively cheap, and the building, well the vault, could convert currencies from one to the other.
As I sat at the bar, chatting with Sasaki, another person came through, and their young age was blaringly obvious. He had black hair which seemed unusually spikey and he wore a white school uniform. The most unusual thing was the katana strapped to his back.
"Hey kid" I said to him as he had a blank look on his face. Others seemed to file in after him. One was a girl with green hair, a boy with white hair, and a panda, a freaking panda came into the restaurant. Behind them was a guy who covered his eyes in a blind fold.
"Hello, my name is Thomas Evans welcome to the Giants Pub" I said to them as they looked at me like I was speaking Chinese. "I'm sorry, can you understand me?" I asked them as this was bringing a thought I had a day ago to the light.
"Yeah, but your mouth is not matching with your words so its confusing" said the green haired girl who introfduced themselves as Maki, the two white haired ones was Toge and Satoru Gojo, and the panda was Panda.
'This is getting wierder' I thought as I conveniently forgot about my own unusual circumstances. "So, what's a bar doing so close to a school?" asked the older looking one, Gojo I believe.
"I don't know" I said honestly as I didn't know, as this was all strange to me. "You want anything to drink?" I asked them as they took notice of my selection and decided to get something. The teacher, who was 27 I think, took a soda as he looked around strangely and began conversing with Sasaki.
As they conversed, I got some important info from their conversation. Satoru was from a world where evil spirits called Curses roamed about, and they were shamans, or sorcerers, that had special powers to excercise these curses. Gojo was apparently a special grade, a rank that denoted the especially strong sorcerers.
As they drank, I was messing around with the new powers I had acquired, specifically the vault. I imagined different items and they appeared in my hand one after the other. I caught sight of the sorcerers staring at me. "That looks like your pulling them from somewhere, a storage ability?" asked Gojo as his blindfold was lowered and his eyes were seemingly scanning me.
"Sort of" I said as I explained a water downed version of the ability, keeping a few of the more important details to myself.
"What a nice ability, I know sorcerers can store things in certain curses but this is great" said Gojo as he laughed. Despite being a teacher, apparently, he was quite fun to be around and he got along with Sasaki too which was nice.
I then displayed a bag to him and tossed it over to Gojo and Sasaki. "It's a bag that allows you to store things up to a certain amount with weightlessness and temporal stasis" I said to them as Gojo's eyes gleamed with interest, no doubt about the more joking use for this, until Maki smacked him in the head.
"Idiot, we got to leave" said Maki as they gathered their things and left the building. It became quiet but Sasaki also had to leave as well, citing work reasons. As the day was over, I closed the bar at a relatively late time and went up towards the upper floors.
I looked over the new space as information flooded my mind, and I activated a part of the two abilities I had in my possession. The upper floors were now converted into a separate space, and I could modify them as I wished. Through the windows, I could see an infinite amount of green and some natural features, really indicating a different space.
"Dang, this ability is awesome" I thought as I got to work organizing it.
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I looked at the new space in front of me, modifying it to resemble a natural paradise that I created an entrance for in floors two and three. A giant crystal clear lake was in the middle of the space, along with trees and various buildings as a separate, private space I could use myself, plus its extra housing for any employees in the future.
As I was done finishing the touches I needed, I headed back down towards the first floor, the bar area, and flipped the sign to open and waited for my customers. Hey, its five a'clock in some world right?
As I was waiting, I noticed that someone was standing outside the Pub, looking in but never entering. They looked weird, as if they were cosplaying a strange character from a book, a book I was unfamiliar with. I approached the door but as soon as I looked around, they were gone. "well that's wierd" I thought as I went back inside.
Feeling uneasy from the event, I cooked up something simple in the kitchen in the back area. It was a simple English breakfast my now dead mother used to make on Sundays, which was when she was usually off. Of course, she and my father died as was classic.
It still hurt, even if they were my second pair of parents I lost, a hole was still wedged somewhere. 'Maybe this bar will be good for me' I thought to myself as I ate my breakfast and waited for the customers to arrive.
[A/N: Hi, the author here. I decided to post a remake chapter in the auxilliary to see what the reactions would be like. I hope you guys like this as I might replace future chapters with this as I am quite proud of this. Also, this format is similar to the Isekai Restaraunt format which I am drawing inspiration from so, go read that as well as it is a good read. Have a nice day!]