Ding!
[Reminder: Trader can only receive payments via Universal Card if the payment is in SVS.]
*
Peter squinted at the floating text like it just told him taxes existed in heaven. "…Wait. Only if the payment is in SVS?"
The interface didn't flinch instead, a fresh ping rang out like a smug software engineer finally responding to customer feedback.
*
[Clarification
The Trader may also receive payment via barter trading—exchanging goods for goods after a negotiation is reached between parties.]
Peter's brain whirred. "Okay. So it wasn't strictly space crypto. You could trade a bag of magic beans for a sentient toaster if both parties agreed? Wild." He nodded slowly. "Alright, makes sense. But like… who am I trading with? I get the selling part, but how does it physically—no, dimensionally—work?"
*
[Ding!
The Trader has access to an Inventory System for Interdimensional Transactions.]
*
Peter raised an eyebrow. "Oho… Now we're talking. Go on, System-san."
*
[Inventory Activated
The Inventory is divided into two core sections:
1. Selling Section
2. Bought/Exchanged Section
*
He mentally clicked on Selling Section—and the interface shifted like a sleek interdimensional vending machine unfolding before his eyes. The screen displayed an endless grid of empty slots, each with a small glowing tag that said: UNLISTED.
Then description: Place any tradable item in the Selling Section to post it in the Marketplace. You may set a price (in SVS) or opt to accept barter offers. Buyers will contact you via the chat group to negotiate. You may also use your own Selling Section items as currency to buy from others. The Trader may choose to accept only SVS, barter goods, or both.
*
Peter's mouth fell open slightly. "Bro. This is… this is like Craigslist on steroids."
Lilith leaned closer. "So… you drop an item in here, name your price, and then wait for interdimensional weirdos to slide into your DMs?"
"Exactly," he nodded. "And they better not ghost me after asking if it's still available." Then he clicked on the Bought/Exchanged Section.
*
The screen flipped again, now showing another grid—this one labeled INCOMING, PENDING DELIVERY, and RECEIVED.
Description popped up:
*
[When opting for Barter Trade, the item you receive after the transaction will appear here. All items purchased from the Market Place (with SVS or barter) will be delivered to this section.
Note: This Inventory is NOT a storage locker. It functions as a portal-space exclusively for trading.
Warning: Personal items placed in the Inventory will be automatically listed for sale.
*
Peter froze. "Hold the fuck up—I can't even store my socks here or they'll get posted like a discount bundle?"
Lilith burst into laughter. "Dude. Someone in the Crimson Ash Galaxy might end up buying your underwear by accident."
"I'm not selling my boxers to a six-armed warlord named Snarr'thun," he said, mock offended.
But then they both read the last line again:
[Note: The Trader cannot store personal items here yet!]
Lilith smiled. "It said yet, babe."
Peter tilted his head. "I think that means I can unlock it later?"
"Obviously. Everything in these systems is a teaser for future chaos. You just gotta survive long enough to break the rules."
They exchanged a look. The kind of look that said let's cause problems on purpose.
And at the exact same time—
They bolted.
Lilith shouted, "PHONES!"
Peter was already halfway through the rooftop door. "YEP!"
They skidded through the penthouse like two broke interns late for a billionaire auction. It was time to make his first trade. And maybe, just maybe—get roasted by a slime merchant from Planet Ooze.
Peter found his phone exactly where Past Peter Kang must've left it—on the window ledge, right next to the half-finished iced coffee that had somehow survived the apocalypse. He snatched it up like a man on a mission, already channeling a mental command into the system.
*
[Ding! Would you like to link this device to the Traverse Trade System?]
*
"Hell yeah."
Lilith came skidding in behind him, phone already in hand like she was holding a sacred artifact. "Me too, me too, me toooo—please tell your system I exist!"
Peter rolled his eyes. "Yeah, you're literally right here—"
"I said beg, Peter!" she whined dramatically, clutching her iPhone 16 like it was a baby. "You think this is some regular bitch phone? This is a limited-edition Twilight Gold. Cost more than your future car if we didn't die and wake up in lives of actual car owners."
He rolled his eyes. "My car would've to be a Lambo in the future if it didn't die. Now I ride an existential dread."
Still, he mentally allowed it.
*
[Device successfully linked: Access to Chat Group and Market Place granted.]
*
On cue, two slick icons appeared on both their phones—one a black-gold app with a pulsing swirl titled TradeNet, and the other a pixel-flame speech bubble called Infinity Chatter.
Peter gave a low whistle. "Not bad. Fancy UI."
He unfolded his Samsung Galaxy Z Fold 6 with the flair of a man about to see forbidden secrets.
Because listen—Peter Kang wasn't, had never been, and would never be one of those iPhone cultists. Not even death, reincarnated Peter, or the literal presence of a divine economic system was going to change that.
Android supremacy, baby.
And when that Fold hit full-screen?
"Oh… Oh my fucking Hwanung…" he muttered, eyes wide. "What the hell is this cursed playground?" The Infinity Chatter chat group was absolute chaos. Like Reddit and Discord had a baby inside a nuclear blender.
Messages were flying faster than a k-drama love triangle scandal:
[VoidWifeHunter_999]: Bro I bought the Golden Life Pill thinking I'd get reborn as a god-tier dragon… now I cum every time I see a milf walk by. HELP.
[HornySlimeLord]: Sounds like you DID get the Golden Life, my guy. You just misunderstood the "life" part.
[TrashSaint]: Nah that's an upgrade. That's enlightenment. Buddha would be proud.
[KirinCuckold]: LMAO this is why you read the footnotes. Item said: "Guaranteed Awakening Upon Temptation."
[69thCelestialIntern]: Imagine trying to reincarnate and getting reincarnated into a walking boner. Couldn't be me.
[NotYourGodMom]: Bro fr said "I got your soul path" and handed you a dick timer.
[DeityDior]: Can someone tag the seller? I got a cousin who needs this energy.
[QuantumHoe]: STOP—my screen's wet from tears.
[BloodMoonBarista]: This place is a fucking warzone. I came here for trade advice and now I'm invested in this man's nut saga.
[UltraMageette]: Anyway, I'm selling unicorn thigh bones, slightly used. Hit me up.
*
Peter was wheezing. "Yo… what the actual fuuu—these people are insane."
Lilith peeked over his shoulder, scrolling on her own gold-plated nightmare of a phone. "Oh my god. Look at this one—someone accidentally bought a cursed teacup and now they speak in British accent whenever they lie."
Peter laughed. "Not the colonial curse!"
She smirked. "I wanna buy something dumb now."
"You are something dumb."
"Rude."
And for one wild second, Peter Kang and Lilith, former corpses turned interdimensional traders, stood in the penthouse—cackling like high schoolers, glowing phones in hand, peeking into the chaotic hive mind of cosmic capitalism.
Few hours ago they were broke. Untrained. Confused as hell.
But now they had an InterWorld marketplace.
They had a chat group.
And now?
Now they were ready to fuck around… and probably find out.
Ping.
He frowned.
He swiped the notification open.
His eyes locked onto the headline like it had just punched him in the throat:
"BREAKING: Peter Kang Allegedly Not the Biological Son of Madam Kang."
For a moment, the air felt heavier. The light from the folded screen reflected in his wide eyes.
Lilith noticed immediately. "What is it?"