"This golden finger has hundreds of millions of "holes""
"Trading in the Heavens: Start by Buying a Bottle of Pure Water"
Death is the end of everything.
But for Lin Zhou, it was the beginning of a transaction.
When he woke up from the gravel of the wasteland, a trading platform connecting billions of worlds became his only reliance.
Here, truth and error are commodities, and life and death have prices.
He is a lonely "plane merchant" and a "futures" gambler who walks in the gap of time.
Can the [delayed knight armor] block the [claws that will rip out the throat in the next second]?
Can the [genetic medicine that only takes effect in three days] outperform the [deadly virus spreading in the body]?
Every transaction is a chess game against death.
Every decision tests the limits of wisdom and humanity.
"Welcome to my exchange," Lin Zhou said wearing a ferocious power armor, with the silent undead army behind him, "your enemy here is not me, but 'time'."
