Apocalypse Trader: I Can Travel Back and Forth to the Cultivation World

[Apocalypse + reborn + thrilling revenge + invincible protagonist + ruthless combat + interdimensional trader + black technology] They didn’t just kill me. They fed me to the zombie horde. Reborn, I’ve returned, and they think I’m still the same ant they can bully at will. They have no idea that my back door has become the only trade route between two worlds, and I’m the sole ruler of this dimension.

My product list:

Package A: One case of Master Kong braised beef instant noodles in exchange for your sect’s mountain-protecting sword formation blueprint.

Package B: One hundred doses of penicillin for ten years of your elder’s cultivation.

Package C: One retired J-10 fighter jet. Price negotiable, but I only accept thousand-year-old dragon essence.

My ex-girlfriend’s shelter is out of food and ammunition. She comes crawling to me, begging for a deal.

I smile and light a cigarette. “Sure. Your life is the price.”

I’m not here for revenge.

I’m just here to announce that from this day on, I set the prices in the apocalypse!