Chapter 4: A Deal

A few days had passed since Kaldor's first trade with Evan, and the warrior had settled into a rhythm in the ethereal realm of the Multiversal Merchant System. Each day, he focused on his family, drawing strength from the thought of his wife and daughter. The weight of his regret still lingered, but he was determined to make things right.

Meanwhile, Evan had been busy adjusting to his newfound power. He felt stronger with Kaldor's sword at his side, but he also recognized its limited value in his modern world, where guns and tanks ruled the battlefield. The sword, while a symbol of honor and strength in Kaldor's realm, was little more than a relic in Evan's reality.

Sitting at his desk, Evan began to formulate a plan. *What if I could trade the sword back to Kaldor for something more valuable?* His mind raced with possibilities. Kaldor had mentioned that his world had gold and silver, precious metals that could fetch a high price in Evan's world.

**"If I can get my hands on some of that gold,"** he muttered to himself, **"I could exchange it for cash here. That would give me the resources I need to help my mother."**

As he pondered the idea, the voice of the system chimed in, reminding him of the unique trading relationship he had with Kaldor. **"You can only trade with Kaldor. Focus on what you want to exchange."**

Evan closed his eyes and concentrated, envisioning Kaldor standing in the misty forest. The connection sparked to life, and Kaldor appeared before him, looking more resolute than ever.

**"Evan,"** Kaldor greeted, his voice steady. **"I have been thinking about our last conversation. You mentioned you could help me acquire supplies."**

Evan nodded, excitement bubbling within him. **"Yes! But I have an idea that could benefit us both even more. How would you feel about trading some gold or silver from your world in exchange for food and supplies?"**

Kaldor raised an eyebrow, intrigued. **"Gold? I can acquire that, but what do you need it for?"**

Evan leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with ambition. **"In my world, gold and silver have significant value. I could trade those for money, which I can use to buy medicine and other supplies for my mother. It's a win-win situation."**

Kaldor considered this, his brow furrowing. **"But I need food and supplies as well. How much gold do you think I can trade for?"**

**"I can help you with that,"** Evan replied confidently. **"Let's negotiate a fair trade. I can provide you with food and supplies from my world, and in return, you can send me gold or silver."**

Kaldor nodded slowly, the idea beginning to take shape in his mind. **"I can gather some gold from the mines in my realm. It will take time, but I will do it for my family."**

**"Perfect!"** Evan exclaimed, a grin spreading across his face. **"We can set up a system where you send me the gold, and I'll send you the supplies you need. We can build a network of resources to ensure our families are taken care of."**

Kaldor felt a surge of hope. **"This could work. I will gather the gold and silver, and you will provide the food and supplies. We can help each other."**

Evan's mind raced with the possibilities. *This is it! I can turn this into something bigger.* **"Let's establish a fair exchange rate for the gold and silver. I want to make sure we both benefit from this."**

Kaldor nodded, a sense of determination in his eyes. **"Agreed. I will gather what I can and return to you soon."**

With their plan set, Evan felt a renewed sense of purpose. He had transformed his initial trade with Kaldor into a lucrative opportunity, and he was eager to see how it would unfold.

**"I'll start gathering supplies right away,"** Evan said, excitement coursing through him. **"We can make this work."**

As Kaldor prepared to leave, he looked back at Evan, gratitude evident in his expression. **"Thank you, Evan. You have given me hope."**

Evan waved him off, a sly smile on his face. **"Just remember, Kaldor, in business, everyone has to profit. Let's make this a partnership that benefits us both."**

As Kaldor's figure faded into the mist, Evan sat back in his chair, the possibilities swirling in his mind.