Transmigration to Another World Through My Cheap Bedroom Wardrobe

Jace was broke enough to buy a wardrobe with a broken hinge, a cursed smell, and one missing knob. He was not, however, broke enough to ignore the fact that it led to another world. Inside the cheap wardrobe was a strange system, and with it came a brutal little truth: every crossing had a toll fee. Pay the fee, open the door, and step into a fantasy world filled with monsters, ruins, rare materials, secret techniques, and opportunities so outrageous they felt fake. Pay again, and go back. Freely. Anytime. As long as he could afford it. No bloodline. No chosen-one prophecy. No hidden memory loss. Just a wardrobe, a system, and a world full of things that sold for absurd money on one side and changed destinies on the other. At first, Jace only wanted survival money. Then he realized he could buy resources in one world, bring them home, and turn cheap scraps into a fortune. Then he realized the wardrobe was not just a door. It was a business model. And while other people fought to be heroes, kings, or legends, Jace did what any sane man with access to another world would do. He started running a cross-world trade empire. But the fantasy world was not empty. Hidden factions, elite adventurers, ancient beasts, and impossible cultivation paths all waited beyond the wardrobe’s threshold. The more Jace used the system, the more the two worlds began to react to him. Riches turned into rivals. Simple trades turned into power struggles. Small purchases became the kind of moves that made entire kingdoms nervous. Because once you can buy steel in one world and sell immortality in another, even the gods start checking their accounts. And Jace? He only wanted to make a profit. That was his first mistake. His second was realizing he could get rich enough to rewrite the rules.