How I, a Furry, Was Forced to Become a Middleman

[Transmigration / Lighthearted / Farming / Infrastructure / Furry / Daily Life / Thinly Veiled Setting]

When I opened my eyes, I’d won the resurrection match, only to become a fluffy beast-eared boy and get dumped in a wilderness in another world.

A tuft of fur to start with, and I have to dig out my whole base myself?

Luckily, my cheat arrived: the [Interdimensional Trader Assistant System].

Just by building a crude little hut, I unlocked a shop entrance connected to the Myriad Worlds?

Scrolls from a magical world, canned food from future technology, discarded pills from the cultivation world... I can trade stones and fruit I’ve picked up for all of them!

While the local magical beasts are still fighting over territory, I’ve already carved out my first trade route with goods from other worlds.

While the powerful beings of other worlds are still struggling to cultivate, my warehouse is packed with specialties from every dimension.

“They say beastfolk aren’t very bright?” I swished my tail, gazing at the bustling interdimensional trade port before me.

“Sorry, intelligence has nothing to do with your race. It all depends on your supply chain.”