I Pay a Price for My Dreams to Survive in a Weird Ancient World

I transmigrated to a strange ancient world and discovered that I could trade dreams for items and techniques.

But every time I gained something, I had to pay a price.

I traded for rice, and the family’s chickens died.

I traded for a knife, and the plow ox went lame.

I traded for a waterwheel, and the well dried up.

I traded to save someone, and my benefactor went blind.

Only later did I learn that I hadn’t transmigrated at all. I was a reincarnation experiment subject.

And I wasn’t the only one who had been chosen.

There were four other “traders” like me. Some had already turned to dry bones; others had gone mad. And those hunting us were not only this world’s “rule hunters,” but also a cold, modern institution that saw me as an experimental subject.

When the companion who had feigned madness for two years tore off their mask, and the “gate” between the two worlds opened once more, I realized that the greatest price of this trade was only just beginning.

This time, I’ll trade my life for the truth.