[Thank-You Card synthesis in progress...]

[Thank-You Card synthesis successful, current progress 34%]

The King’s Account paused for a moment and continued: [Obtained an Identity Fragment, do you want to view it?]

"Yes."

[Identity Fragment decoding in progress...]

Chuzheng felt that this decoding took longer than before, not knowing if it was just her illusion.

Just as Chuzheng was getting impatient, words began to flash before her eyes.

[Identity Fragment 3: Sagittarius]

Chuzheng almost spat out blood, knowing the birthday already, what use is the star sign!!!

Chuzheng seriously doubted the Bastard was messing with her.

The dog just couldn’t bear to see her doing well!!

The King’s Account defended itself, [Missy, a star sign is also part of personal information, it’s normal.]

Chuzheng: "..."

Normal, my foot!

Can’t you just tell me his name directly?

[...It’s not my fault, it’s Missy who didn’t decode it.] The King’s Account said weakly.

So it’s my fault?

[...] Yes!

[Missy, please proceed to the next dimension, good luck.]

-

Bam!

Chuzheng opened her eyes, almost being greeted by a bullet.

She evaded instinctively, and two more bullets came from the opposite side.

Chuzheng was a bit disheveled, squatting on the ground, she quickly hid towards the back.

The bullets hit the metal object, sparks flew, and the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder.

Which dog is this!!

Coming straight at me!

Chuzheng couldn’t see the person attacking her, her gaze swept around, finding the best hiding spot.

The person attacking probably hadn’t seen her, and stopped attacking.

All of a sudden, it became quiet around.

Chuzheng could only hear the wind.

Where is this place?

Everything around was old machinery, no idea what it was used for.

Bang—

Chuzheng suddenly turned her head, there was a shadow passing behind the building.

Swish—

The bullet came from there, Chuzheng bent her body and squeezed through underneath, her back against cold machinery, the bullet hit the machinery with a sharp sound.

Damn it!

Bullying me just because I just got here, right!

I won’t spare that dog!

Chuzheng rolled up her sleeves ready to go, but from afar came the sound of sirens.

The person attacking her heard the sound, gave up the attack, and ran away.

Chuzheng: "..."

Chuzheng thought staying here wasn’t wise, getting caught would mean needing to find a way out.

Better bolt!

-

Tick-tock, tick-tock...

Rainwater dripped from the eaves, a lingering moistness wafted over, mixed with a somewhat unpleasant odor.

Chuzheng wanted to wake up, but couldn’t open her eyes.

What’s wrong with her?

Chuzheng remembered leaving that place, walking a certain distance.

Then...

Then nothing else, she passed out.

Chuzheng didn’t want to wake up.

Please take me to the next world.

What kind of messed-up world is this, getting attacked as soon as arriving, that’s bad enough, but she fainted! 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Can this be tolerated?

Smack—

"Damn it, are you looking to die!"

In Chuzheng’s ear rang an angry curse, accompanied by the sound of things being knocked over, clattering to the ground.

The curse faded after a while.

Chuzheng heard the sound of a door opening, followed by a gust of wind blowing in, brushing her cheek, somewhat cool.

The room door was closed by someone, footsteps approached.

The person walked to her side, probed her forehead, then walked away.

After a few minutes, Chuzheng felt herself being helped up, someone fed her something, seemed like porridge, but a bit cool, sliding down her throat with a chilling sensation.

Two words: uncomfortable.

After feeding the porridge, the person put her back.

Chuzheng then lay there.

Perhaps this body had problems, Chuzheng soon fell into a deep sleep.

-

The original host of this dimension was also named Chuzheng.

She was a Time-Space Merchant.

Time-Space Merchants can’t travel through time, they can only connect different spaces in a special space and make transactions with people.

For instance, an advanced future world needs a computer that can’t be found there anymore.

The original host can trade a computer from this world to that world.

From a button to an aircraft carrier, as long as the original host can obtain them from different people, they can be traded.

Just like A wants an aircraft carrier, the original host can obtain it from B and deliver the carrier to A.

These are just material trades.

There are also special transactions, like diseases and emotional trades.

Diseases untreatable in this world might be curable in other worlds.

And the original host can gain time to live from these trades.

Until the original host traded with someone named Wei Yi, she didn’t expect Wei Yi to design a scheme to steal her medium as a Time-Space Merchant.

Without the medium, the original host couldn’t use her ability.

Unable to complete trades, gain time, the original host’s body grew weaker until she eventually died.

No need for others to do it, she’d die herself, then the Time-Space Merchants’ identity would entirely become Wei Yi’s.

The attack Chuzheng encountered was carried out by someone Wei Yi sent.

Even knowing she lost the medium, Wei Yi wasn’t reassured and had to witness her death.

Only her death would be the safest.

In the plot, the original host wasn’t killed on the spot but was shot, luckily escaping.

Her body was no different from a normal person’s, susceptible to injuries and illnesses, just her appearance was preserved from when she became the Time-Space Merchant.

After being shot, the original host had to evade pursuit by those Wei Yi sent, soon unable to sustain—she died.

Chuzheng processed the memory and saw a countdown hanging in the upper left corner of her view.

56:09:45

The countdown continued to tick down.

This was the original host’s remaining time.

When the countdown reached zero, her time, meaning her life, would end.

This time could only be obtained through trades as Time-Space Merchant, each time gained varied, primarily judged by the item’s value according to the original host’s observation.

But some things were uncertain, like a previous trade she did, a small ring that gave her a full two months’ time.

Such small items typically wouldn’t provide more than a few days.

Other special trades also lacked a clear pattern.

Sometimes expecting plenty of time but getting only a little.

Sometimes expecting not much but getting surprisingly more.

The original host became a Time-Space Merchant by coincidence.

Like many plot settings, she was an ordinary student, due to academics and family issues, developed depression, and opted for suicide.

Unexpectedly, she didn’t die, and inexplicably became a Time-Space Merchant.

Strictly speaking...

She was already dead, merely relying on Time-Space Merchant trades to obtain time to continue living.

Perhaps only those who have died once know how terrifying death is.

The original host died once; depression, suicidal thoughts all vanished, she only wanted to survive.