The InterWorld Trader

Have you ever conceived of waking to a world not your own—only to discover that you now possess the faculty to trade across infinity? Not merely to sell, or to buy, or to dream of conquering the markets—but to barter with realms unknown, where value transcends currency, and the weight of a whisper may cost more than gold? Born poor. Raised on scraps, swallowed by debt, and anchored to dreams far too vast for the frail hands of Peter that held them. He carried ambition like a curse—burning bright, but always outpaced by a world that didn’t care. He wrote a novel no one read. Breathed life into ideas that died in silence. Another soul crushed beneath the quiet machinery of failure. And then… he died. It wasn’t grand. No final speech. No glory. Just the stillness of a man whose spark had finally burned out. But sometimes, the end is not a wall—it’s a key. Sometimes, death isn’t the closing of a story… It’s the first honest page. Because on the other side of nothingness, Peter opened his eyes to something impossible. A system. No gods. No prophecy. No redemption arc. Just an interface. A single command— Trade! To Sell and Buy! Granted the power to trade across endless worlds without end—where every law is strange, every price is peril, and even dreams themselves are bought and sold—Peter was no longer chasing hope; he was bartering for destiny, one universe at a time. **** Try it: The synopsis might have sold it short!