The Divine Trader Of All Realms

"What! Impossible, how can this be?"

A beautiful girl with auburn hair and a round face exclaimed as she stared at the screen before her. Shock rippled through her features. The information displayed defied all logic.

A middle aged man was sitting on a black carbon chair behind her in the captain's lounge. He wore a white robe with golden engravings and had a long black hair. He had beauty beyond mortal comprehension.

Captain Wei Jun savored the refreshing afternoon breeze, his eyes half-closed as he gazed at the mesmerizing horizon from his command chair. The seat had been positioned perfectly to showcase the view through the single window that revealed Gyrsum's haunting beauty.

Through the lone obsidian-framed window, Wei Jun watched fields of glowing flora ripple beneath twin mana suns. Beautiful Crystalline trees bled mist into the copper sky while petals drifted like stars—serene yet deadly. A poisonous paradise, mesmerizing and merciless.

Life here dragged on with suffocating monotony. Finding a cultivator in a backwater realm like this would have been odd, but duty called.

As Wei Jun reflected on his previous life, the existence of a talented genius who once shook the cultivation world, anger burned in his chest.

If only he had listened to the emperor, his father, he wouldn't be trapped in this predicament. Wei Jun knew he could always return home, but his pride wouldn't allow it. Tai Lao the Heavenly Sword was dead. He was now Wei Jun, captain of this abandoned station.

The station had been constructed in an extremely dangerous location. The beautiful, mesmerizing plants that filled the entire realm emitted poisonous gas capable of killing even a nascent soul realm cultivator like himself.

The IPA (Inter-planar Patrol Authority) had assigned him to manage this station. The regulatory organization had found him strong enough to manage the realms and plane that was under management by this station singlehandedly.

The IPA sent him assistants to help with equipments who would be replaced after times. After all they were mortals with limited lifespans. It had been 300 years since he escaped, since he chose a new life. A life of managing an abandoned station with only 2 people.

2 years ago he had gotten a new assistant. Unlike the others who usually got bored fast and disturb him and want to chat continously and ask about his past or admire him. Ashley Cooper was different, she rarely spoke and would rather spend her time in the simulation arena.

In the simulation arena anything could be simulated. Though Wei Jun preferred the thrill of a life or death battles. Simulations simply couldn't quell his thirst.

This Station only supervised a few low populated realms and only one plane, the Greyveil Expanse. The Greyveil Expanse had no supernatural occurances nor high enough technology to conduct travels between realms and other planes, thus breaches in laws rarely occurred in his field of supervision.

Wei Jun was lost in thought when he heard his secretary's outburst. What could be the problem? Had she failed to reach a level and was now disturbing him with complaints?

She complained frequently, but at least her presence made the isolation bearable.

Ashley wasn't in the simulation arena. She now stood at the command center, staring at a communication screen glowing ominous red.

A breach. Breach incidents rarely occurred at this station, mostly because it supervised only a few low-populated realms. But what Wei Jun saw on screen wasn't an incident in any monitored realm. It was a planar incident.

Impossible. How can there be a planar incident?

This station only oversaw one plane. How was there an incident in the Greyveil Expanse?

Wei Jun shot to his feet and strode to the screen. Written clearly were the words: 'Breach in MW Section 7.'

His brows furrowed as he processed the implications. Ashley stood waiting, her eyes searching his face for answers.

"This could be troublesome," Wei Jun muttered. "In the mundane world, there aren't any minor realms inside. This can only mean a realm has been opened forcefully."

"Quickly identify the exact location," Wei Jun commanded, already heading toward the armory room.

Ashley's fingers flew across the holographic keyboard that materialized before her. She had never seen the captain this agitated.

The notification was the first of its kind since she'd started working at the station. She also knew there was no possible way for a realm to appear in the mundane world without authorization.

The alert indicated that a realm had been detected in Section 7 of the Greyveil Expanse. This meant dimensional storage space or the use of spatial abilities. The mundane world lacked the technology to create storage space, and its inhabitants possessed no supernatural abilities.

Who would have the audacity to breach the universal code? Ashley wondered as she typed frantically, trying to pinpoint the signal's origin.

Traveling between realms and planes without authorization was illegal across the universe. Ashley didn't know the reason for this rule, but anyone caught would be imprisoned in a dangerous plane collectively called Hell.

The signal only appeared when a living being entered a realm without authorization. This could only mean a perpetrator had infiltrated the Greyveil Expanse and was attempting to escape.

Ashley Cooper was an elite programmer who had earned countless merits on Planet Cyonet and was widely recognized for her exceptional programming skills. The IPA had recruited her as a dimensional cop, where her abilities had only grown more impressive.

She'd been assigned to this boring realm to develop her skills and assist the solitary Captain Wei. When she failed to identify the signal's location, surprise washed over her.

How could this be? The detection equipment was top-tier, the latest model. She'd become accustomed to using it over the last two years and knew nothing could evade its sensors. Yet this equipment had only detected the realm by chance.

The station had been built in this poisonous realm because of the prythrium on its surface. Prythrium was an ore formed when gleamscourge poison reacted with silver ore scattered across the realm's surface.

Prythrium was highly sensitive to spatial energy, making it possible to engineer equipment with exceptional detection range and accuracy.

Prythrium was rare and couldn't be mined, as extraction would release all the poison, leaving only worthless silver over time. Stations were built in realms containing materials like prythrium for this very purpose.

The radar had only managed to detect the signal for a fraction of a second. Fortunately, it had been positioned to face the direction where the signal originated.

The only problem was identifying the exact location. It was meant to be untraceable. Ashley felt trapped, how could she explain to the captain that she had failed?

Wei Jun emerged from the armory, and Ashley spotted the spatial bracelet on his wrist. He was ready for action.

"Sorry, Captain. I failed to identify the location," Ashley said, her face turned toward the ground in disappointment.

"It appears the perpetrator is highly skilled and can even hide from our sensors. We were lucky the system detected the signal at all. This likely involves advanced supernatural abilities," she continued with renewed determination.

Wei Jun considered this. Even though they couldn't identify the exact location, they could estimate it.

Although the Greyveil Expanse was infinitely vast, it contained mostly empty space with only a small fraction consisting of land masses called planets. Only a number of planets were habitable, making location identification almost guaranteed.

"Identify all planets in the direction of the signal, then use that data to find habitable worlds," Wei Jun commanded as he returned to his seat.

Ashley's fingers danced across the hovering holographic keyboard. The captain was truly brilliant. Her cheeks burned red as she typed, she averted her face away. He wasn't looking but she couldn't help but hide her flushed face. The captain never ceased to amaze her with his sharp intellect.

Wei Jun's mind had already wandered to the realm of thoughts. In his new life he could not cultivate. All he could ever do was think. Moments ago he had entered the armory to pick up some weapons.

Wei Jun felt disappointed by his reliance on scientific weapons. Cultivators believed in strength first and never fully trusted weapons, especially those used by mortals.

Before becoming a Dimensional Police captain, Wei Jun never imagined he would one day depend on mortal technology. He had quickly learned the power of such weapons when a laser tron hit him.

There was no spiritual energy in realms outside the Primordial Expanse. Thus, the powerful Heavenly Sword could only rely on such equipment. He could purchase a spiritual node, but it was far too expensive to use in a backwater realm like this.

He usually handled situations with his fists but always carried weapons as backup.

Soon enough, Ashley discovered a single habitable planet within range. It was classified and required at least captain-level clearance to access. She glanced at the captain, who sat with his eyes closed. He wasn't sleeping, he never slept.

"Captain, I need your clearance to access the information," she called, knowing he was listening.

Wei Jun stirred reluctantly, then retrieved a card from the pouch hanging at his waist. Ashley watched his strange action with curiosity. Who stores a card inside a pouch? Her captain preferred wearing robes instead of normal clothing.

The captain was an enigma. She had even wondered if he might be a cultivator, though she dismissed these thoughts. Cultivators preferred the Primordial Expanse with its abundant spiritually energy. What would one be doing in a poison-infested realm with no spiritual energy?

Wei Jun was surprised when he discovered the planet was Earth. This was a once-troublesome world and one of the human planets in the Greyveil Expanse. From his knowledge, there should be no trouble from that planet.

After a minute of typing, Ashley finally identified the location. Fortunately, the spatial fluctuations were still present. After a few clicks, connection to the illegal space was established. What remained was opening a way inside, entering, and arresting the perpetrator.

Meanwhile, Zane remained in the system space, still contemplating the question posed by the system. Unknown to him, a target had been painted on his back, and dimensional cops were looming, ready to capture and prosecute him for a crime he never committed.