Wandering the Myriad Worlds with the Great Merchant of Worlds System

After transmigrating into another world as a poor orphan, with both parents dead and nothing but bare walls at home,

I finally got a System, only for its spirit to give up on the spot and enter permanent hibernation.

Luckily, the System’s shop was still open. Fine rice, one coin per jin.

I gave it some thought. With this stuff, why the hell would I farm?

Sell rice, make money, upgrade the System. Draw goods,

Summon martial artists. So why are they all civil and military officials?

I only wanted to be a lie-flat capitalist,

but somehow ended up on the point of no return, vying to rule the world.

Later, someone said I was about to conquer the whole world.

I said, don’t talk nonsense!

I’m just a shopkeeper selling cigarettes, liquor, sweets, and salt.

The story of a skinny man who grew fat and went on to elbow the nations into submission.

It all began the moment he invented Dongpo pork knuckle in another world.