The moment Mu Hua opened her eyes, she stared blankly as a gigantic metal shell let out an enraged battle cry and unleashed a thousand minus seven different, bizarre attacks, each one unlike the others.
Good grief, she’d transmigrated, and into a world of magic, no less.
Wait, it seems like I can transmigrate back, too?
I have a bold idea: sell magical goods and export modern technology. The greatest cross-world trader makes her grand entrance!
One day in the future, Mu Hua sucked on a lollipop and looked down at the figure below, her tone indifferent.
“You can’t even bring yourself to call me ‘Trader’!”
