[Transmigration + life-or-death wagers + handing over the System + a nation’s meteoric rise + hardcore trade across myriad worlds]
While Jiang Qing is taking inventory at the supermarket, a mechanical voice in her head leaves her stunned: [Myriad Worlds Trading System activated. First destination: the Chu-Han battlefield. Complete 15 trades within 24 hours or remain stranded for 96 hours.] The next second, the entire supermarket, people and shelves included, teleports away. She becomes a trader venturing into deadly danger with a “mobile safe zone” in tow. Bottled water on the shelves is a lifeline, antibiotics are hard currency, and failure means being trapped in another dimension with no way back.
On the Chu-Han battlefield, she calls out “Free wound treatment!” to refugees just to meet her trade quota. In the cultivation world, she uses a hand-drawn map of spiritual veins to force cultivators guarding a barrier to retreat. Aboard a refugee ship in space, she uses an electromagnetic pulse device to break through racial barriers in exchange for purifying spores. In a nuclear wasteland at the end of the world, improved seeds let female scavengers make their first independent trades. In a primitive beast world, she risks her life to save the Snake Tribe in exchange for moonlight stones, directly helping her country unlock the door to controllable nuclear fusion...
Every transmigration is a life-or-death gamble. The punishments for failure range from doubled periods of confinement to being trapped forever. Radiation levels exceeding the limit, flying swords chopping through doors, and laser guns cracking glass are all routine. When she clutches bloodstained silver coins and reports the System, handing it over to the state in its entirety, no one expects this decision to send Blue Star’s technology soaring. Nuclear wastewater treatment advances thanks to spores from space, data on interstellar travel is decoded from mechanical chips, and even gender equality research makes a breakthrough using records from the post-apocalyptic world.
The goods on the shelves are dwindling, but the nation’s tech tree is growing at a furious pace. Jiang Qing wipes the laser scorch marks from the supermarket window and smiles as she reads the report on technological breakthroughs delivered by the Communications Bureau. “We won this gamble. Next stop, let’s keep making the world...”
The stay was too short, it was mindless, and it was too fast to travel back and forth, it felt like someone was chasing behind me.