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Bullied by Relatives in a Famine-Era Wasteland,I Awaken a Two-Way Space and Feast on Meat Every Meal
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#mangacollection #manhwaedit #manhwareccomendation He transmigrated into the body of an ill-fated boy in ancient times. His father had died on the battlefield, his mother had vanished without a trace, his grandparents were selfish and played favorites, his second uncle was a cold-hearted piece of work, and his young aunt only cared about squeezing whatever she could out of the family. All he had were his two little sisters—skin and bones from starvation—clinging to him for survival. His older little sister was about to be sold off as a concubine to some sixty-year-old geezer, just for a mouthful of food. At that critical moment, he suddenly awakened a mysterious spatial ability—and this space could actually connect to a modern-day wholesale farmers' market! Fresh vegetables from the modern market and dirt-cheap boxed meals put an end to their hunger. Back in the ancient world, he set up a stall—modern near-expiration goods, pre-made dishes, pastries, and desserts flew off the counter as customers went wild. Then he'd slip into modern night markets to sell all kinds of secret-recipe street food; the aroma drifted for miles, and crowds of loyal foodies followed him everywhere. He even struck it rich picking through trash—junk tossed out in modern wealthy neighborhoods became exotic treasures that ancient merchants would fight tooth and nail to get their hands on. Then the Little Ice Age hit without warning. Locust swarms devoured the land, and famine victims filled the streets. The petty, favoritism-playing relatives from before were now reduced to gnawing on tree bark just to survive. Women who used to look down on him came begging on their knees to be taken in. He didn't spare them a glance. He and his two sisters ate meat every single day. Inside his space, grain was piled up like mountains—food, clothing, everything they could ever need. In an age of famine, a single bowl of hot porridge was enough to win a man's undying loyalty to the death. He couldn't even count how many die-hard followers he'd gath
