Name: Ain

Class: Adept Guardian Healer [BY THE LOVE OF GOD, HOW FAR HAVE YOU GROWTH?]

Race: Fallen Angel

Strength: 70 → 70

Agility: 40 → 40

Vitality: 100 → 100

Aptitude: 100 → 124

If you want to put it that way, here I was—sitting in my hotel suite, or maybe it was a bunker, who knows, watching a TV screen from the comfort of an expensive bathrobe with a glass of wine on my right hand. The room was massive, way larger than my dorm back on Earth, and far more luxurious than the cramped hospital bunk they had provided me.

The window, or rather, the ultra-high-definition screen that stretched across the wall, gave me a panoramic view of a beautiful grassland I didn’t even know where. The amenities were top-notch, enough to make anyone feel like royalty.

I mean, the welcome drink was an expensive chilled Pinot Noir. The bathroom had a large square jet bathtub that could fit four people, and the bed was a king bed that felt as comfy as a cloud. The air conditioning was also perfect.

Honestly, if I wanted to, I could spend the rest of my life just lounging in this luxury. What more could I ask for? I had more than enough to live comfortably for the rest of my days—maybe even multiple lifetimes. The sheer ridiculousness of it all made me want to pinch myself.

9,000,000 UC. Almost the same as 9,000,000 USD.

I wanted to scream in excitement. I could hardly wrap my mind around it. Three days. That’s all it had taken for my life to flip upside down and drop me straight into this whirlwind of fortune. Hell, I might just explode from sheer happiness. It was absurd. How was any of this even real?

Heck, the rules of this world didn’t even make any sense anymore, but why should they? I’M RICH, and that’s what matters. I raised a glass to myself, then sipped my wine slowly, savoring the moment. If this was what David had, no wonder he casually gave away an iPhone and a GPNVG-18 without a second thought.

Was this what the Federation’s founders meant when they talked about the ideal heaven? A place where you only had to put in a little effort for an overwhelming reward? Maybe. But honestly, I had no idea. If God existed in this world, this might just be what I’d call ideal.

Not everything was handed to you on a silver platter, of course. There’d be excitement, and the rush of struggle, but in the end, the rewards were staggering for anyone who managed to get there. Still, considering how military-centric this world was, maybe the dreams of success really were about shooting military hardware at people, or in this case, corrupted Union soldiers.

I checked my inventory to see what I had, and it was a lot of things, necessary or not. Lots of bullets, some food, and the pudding recipe that I got from my first job. Hmm, maybe I would need a base-of-operation after all to store all of the items.

[Inventory - 200/350 kg] [9,073,947 UC]

* 2,600x 5.56x45 NATO [2,400x M885A1; 80x FMJ, 120x M995]

* 1,200x 7.62x51 NATO [1,200x M80]

* 300x .338 Norma Magnum [300x FMJ]

* 90x 9x19 [60x HP; 30x FMJ]

* 16x 40x46mm [16x HE]

* 8x Bar of Snickers

* Leatherman Multitool

* 5x MREs

* 30x Gelatinous Substance

* 6x NLAWs

* Eleanor’s Pudding Recipe

[Weapons][Vehicles][Armor/Equipment]

Yeah, six anti-tank guided missiles, a shitton of bullets, and more, not to mention the juggernaut suit, the machine guns, and more. Still, I wanted to spend my money wisely. I was thinking of buying a tank, but it wouldn’t be as mobile as I hoped it would.

Maybe a regular JLTV with remote turrets would serve my purpose. I merely needed something that could shoot at something from the comfort/safety of my armored vehicle. It would be the cheapest option, upgrading a bit, and you’d go to an APC-level, which put the option to either a Stryker, LAV, or something else.

Bottom line, I didn’t have the money for it, but I was willing to sacrifice 400k UC for something that was better than the Hilux in terms of protection and off-road capability. Maybe I would talk to Wilhelm first, but make sure that he didn’t rip me off by offering the most expensive option available for me.

It meant that my journey had only begun. Still, at least, if I wanted to enjoy a boring quiet life in the periphery, I always had the option to, or I could build my own country, have my own kingdom, or something among that line, just like Eleanor became a guild manager just for shit and giggles.

I removed the thought for a while, sipping the wine slowly and deliberately, letting the soft background jazz carry me to the dream world. I put the glass away and moved to my bed. It was way better than the previous bed, that was for sure, and slowly, but surely, I closed my eyes, and let myself wander into the dream world.

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“And what can this old guild lady do for you, dear angel?” Eleanor asked, half-mocking, half-caring, but the moment I handed the gelatinous things that I gathered into an empty tray alongside the recipe she had given earlier, she already gave a very loud sigh.

“Can you cook your pudding?” I asked.

Eleanor sighed, “Are you seriously asking me, a level-100 contractor, to cook a Jell-O for you?”

“How can I dispose of the slimy thing, then?” I asked.

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Eleanor walked over to the counter, placed the tray of gelatinous substances I’d gathered, and picked up a small pot. “Alright, alright, I'll make your damned pudding,” she muttered, rolling her eyes but still moving with a practiced hand. “But don’t expect me to work any magic with this—I'm not some kind of miracle chef, you know.”

I chuckled, watching her with mild amusement as she set to work. The recipe I’d gotten from her was absurdly simple, but there was something satisfying about it, maybe the nostalgia of simple things in a world that constantly threw chaos at you. Eleanor busied herself with the various ingredients, tossing things together with an ease that made me think she had done this a hundred times before, even if she acted like it was beneath her.

The exposed kitchen just made it really obvious that the goblin used to be a cook, or at least, cook a lot of things before she became this rich. She might be someone like me, someone who was from another world and then got transmigrated into this place due to reasons.

“You know,” I said, leaning against the counter, “I never would have imagined that I’d end up like this. A Fallen Angel, barely three days in, surrounded by military-grade tech and people like you.”

Eleanor glanced up at me, her lips curling into a knowing smile. “Yeah, I figured you'd say something like that. Welcome to the world of contractors, kid. You think you're just here for the easy ride, then the next thing you know, you're neck-deep in everything but easy.”

“Yeah,” I said with a grin, “but at least I’m not alone in it. There’s something... oddly comforting about it all. Like, despite everything, this mess just feels like home. Strange, right?”

She snorted, “Strange? No, that’s just how it goes. This world doesn’t make sense—might as well make your peace with it now. You’ll either learn to roll with it or burn out trying to figure it out.” She moved the pot off the heat and stirred the gelatinous mass, giving it an appraising look. “Not bad, actually. Who knew you could follow instructions well enough to get a decent pudding?”

“That looks and smells good, actually,” I said, looking at the chocolate pudding.

I laughed, even though the thought of how much my life had changed in such a short amount of time was still kind of overwhelming. If someone had told me just a few days ago that I’d be drinking expensive wine in a luxury suite, commanding a military helicopter, and dining with a level-100 goblin PMC… I would have laughed in their face.

She poured the content into several trays and then put it inside the room-size freezer before slamming the door close.

“Thanks,” I said, my tone genuine.

“No problem,” Eleanor replied.

“Hey, look, I’m planning to have some sort of place where I can put my item, do something with it, you know, the works,” I said.

“Oh, you wanted a safe house?” Eleanor asked. “Sure, I can give you. Which kind of safehouse that you want? Wait, ever since you got here, I noticed that you always look for something a little bit… luxurious. Tell you what, I have this safehouse, similar to the suite downstairs, but with more amenities, what do you say?”

“How much?” I asked.

“Just 500,000 UC, cheap, right?” Eleanor said.

“Cheap? That’s expensive as hell. Can I see the unit first?” I asked.

“Alright, follow me young angel, and let me show you something cool,” Eleanor said.

Eleanor pulled a small remote from her pocket, pointed it at a space, and, all of a sudden, kaboom, a portal appeared out of nowhere. Yes, a freaking fucking portal. Well, more like a rectangular door that opened to a place that was located in a different dimension and time, but definitely a portal.

Eleanor gave me a knowing look as if she’d done this a thousand times before, and I was just another newbie in awe of something she considered mundane. The portal shimmered in front of us, a swirling mass of light and distortion, the edges fluctuating like some kind of rip in reality itself.

"Don’t just stand there like a stunned idiot," she said with a smirk. "Come on, let’s go."

I couldn’t do anything but stare at the portal. My mind was still trying to catch up with what I was seeing. One moment, I was in a cozy guild hall, waiting for a chocolate pudding, and now—now I was staring at an interdimensional gateway like it was just another Tuesday. The sheer absurdity of it all was almost comical.

"You... you just made a portal?" I managed to ask, still blinking in disbelief.

Eleanor raised an eyebrow, the corners of her mouth twitching. "Did you expect anything less? I’m a level-100 contractor, remember? I can do more than just bake pudding and talk shit."

"Right," I muttered, trying to wrap my head around it. "And you’re just casually opening interdimensional doors like it’s no big deal?"

"Well," she shrugged, "once you’ve been around long enough, things like portals lose their excitement. Now, come on. We’ve got business to take care of."

Another dimension? Eleanor was already halfway through the threshold, waiting for me. I took a deep breath and stepped forward. The moment I crossed the threshold, I felt it—a shift. The air was heavier, yet somehow easier to breathe, carrying an unfamiliar weight that didn’t feel oppressive, just... different. Everything around me seemed slightly off, but not in a way that sparked fear. Instead, it piqued my curiosity, pulling me deeper into this strange place.

The house before us had an aura that was hard to describe. It was large, with an open garage, and surrounded by endless grassland. From the outside, it looked ordinary—exactly what you’d expect from a suburban home. Hopefully, nothing unassuming would be inside.

"This is a safehouse—a pocket house, to be exact," Eleanor explained, her tone matter-of-fact.

Eleanor took me inside of the house. The wooden door opened outward, revealing a beautiful living room with a large couch and a big fireplace accompanied by a large television screen. The air conditioner automatically turned on the moment I stepped inside the house.

"This is the living area," Eleanor said, waving a hand toward the room. "You can relax here, catch up on some entertainment, or just zone out for a while. It’s a little too lavish for my taste, but it’s comfortable enough.”

I nodded, still taking in the details. The smooth marble floors reflected the warm light of the fire, and the white-dominant walls made everything look clean and modern. The color scheme was minimalist—mostly whites, with hints of gray and silver in the furniture, giving it a sharp, contemporary feel.

The kitchen was impressive, to say the least. It was spacious and modern, with dark granite countertops that gleamed under the soft lighting. Everything from the fridge to the oven was top-of-the-line, and there was no shortage of cooking utensils. It was a chef’s dream—plenty of counter space, an island in the center for food prep, and shelves stocked with every possible ingredient you could imagine.

“You know what, I’ll take my words back, this is too immaculate for a mere $500,000,” I commented at the lavishness of the house.

“Well, the moment you got this house, you can expand it. After all, this lavishness is yours, I’ve seen David make his own operating theatre in his own house,” Eleanor commented.

Every room had its own en-suite bathroom, complete with sleek showers, modern bathtubs, and enough towels to start a spa business. The bedrooms themselves were each unique, but all had one thing in common: they were holy shit too extravagant for someone who once used to survive with instant ramen.

Finally, Eleanor led me to the last room on the tour—a study, or perhaps a library, filled with ancient texts and modern tech side by side. The shelves were filled with books of every kind, from leather-bound classics to sleek digital tablets.

However, it didn’t only stop there, the library was connected to an empty room, large enough to probably make another living room. I already had several ideas on what to do with this room, maybe turning it into a place where I could test my guns, or craft some potions.

“Alright, that’s it for the house, comment?” Eleanor asked.

“I’ll take it, but can you help me?” I asked.

“Shoot,” Eleanor said.

“You said we can expand the safehouse, what do you mean by that?” I asked.

“In your inventory menu, there would be a new tab called safehouse, there would be several options to upgrade the house, you’ll love it,” Eleanor added. “So, will you take it?”

“Deal,” I said, knowing that I could earn this kind of money easily later.