[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
* 6x NLAWs
* 5x MREs
[Weapons][Vehicles][Armor/Equipment][Safehouse]
The moment I purchased this house, I noticed a lot of things. First of all, my Hilux appeared in the garage of the safe house. Then, the empty room was filled with all of the items that I put inside the [Weapons] and [Armor/Equipment] tab, consisting of the juggernaut suit that I didn’t wear alongside my ballistic vest, not forgetting the machine guns, assault rifles, and more.
It seemed that my inventory was stored inside of this house if my guts told me the correct things, which hopefully was. I walked around the previously empty room, grabbing, and occasionally, looking at the weapons that I had while listening to the jazz in the room.
I pressed [Safehouse], looking at the tab that showed me the list of upgrades of the things that I could get in this safe house. For the most part, I already got it leveled up enough, all things considered, and this house was expensive as hell.
[Bedroom Level: ⬛⬛⬛⬜⬜⬜] [400,000 UC To Upgrade]
[Bedroom Level: ⬛⬛⬜⬜⬜⬜] [200,000 UC To Upgrade]
[Living Area Level: ⬛⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜][100,000 UC To Upgrade]
[Kitchen Level: ⬛⬛⬜⬜⬜⬜][200,000 UC To Upgrade]
[Workshop Level: ⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜][50,000 UC To Add]
[Armory Level: ⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜][50,000 UC To Add]
[Training Room Level: ⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜][50,000 UC To Add]
[Meeting Room Level: ⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜][50,000 UC To Add]
[You Can More Rooms, But The Price Is Adjusted To The Current Max Level Of The Room]
It was more straightforward than leveling up. The maximum level was six, and I already had the essentials. I thought of adding an armory or a workshop, but at the moment, I was really happy with having my own house. I never had any, heck, even my parents always rented their place, moving from one place to another.
Eleanor also gave me this remote, a simple remote that was similar to a smartphone. Press the unlock button, and a portal to your last previous location will open, press the lock, and the portal will close, as simple as that. Not only that, but I also could travel to different realms with this.
The downside was that the portal would open for ten minutes in the middle of a combat situation, so it wasn’t as much of a crutch as one would expect. Eleanor told me that it was one of the crutches that rich contractors used. So, she said, that when a portal opened, expect heavy firepower from the other side.
She also told me that a hostile contractor could expand the portal size, bringing heavier firepower to his side. There was a max size on how much a portal could expand, of course, but it was huge enough to pass an entire battalion of soldiers to your side, or skeletons, in Eleanor’s case.
Think of it as your own pocket world. Why don’t you try to travel to a different realm with the remote?
As for the different realm, that was another matter. If I was inside of a combat situation, the realm would block me from crossing, so I needed to be in the clear, not stopping there, but I would need to wait for 48 hours before I could cross the other realm.
It was a minor inconvenience, but well, say, I robbed a bank in another realm, I just needed to move it into my realm, and bingo, I would be home free. It was simple, but Eleanor also warned me, that some realms might not have this feature, preventing me from entering my realm completely when in combat, or waiting for a few minutes for the portal to charge up.
However, when in Eleanor’s world…
I simply pressed the button, and a portal materialized, revealing the guild’s interior. Before Eleanor could react, I closed it again, enjoying the annoyance in her eyes. I couldn’t help but chuckle, knowing just how overpowered I was in this world. If this were a Call of Duty lobby, I'd be that guy who would get flooded with slurs—slurs that, if I ever repeated them in an autobiography, would probably get me canceled.
I had a literal aimbot, slow-motion cheats, and a damage buff. What more could I possibly need? I then put away the G36 that I held. I could be so much more, I still wanted military vehicles, tanks, helicopters, jets, and even mechs if possible.
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With this safe house, I didn’t have to worry anymore about ammunition or anything. I could just go back here, restock, and hopefully, come back alive. I threw away the NLAWs that I put in my inventory to significantly reduce the weight of my inventory.
Looking at my bank account, I still needed more money. It was time to take a more ridiculous request, and hopefully, get much more than that 800,000 UC. First of all, though, I needed a vehicle. Right, time to get to the guy playing German’s Kaiser.
It’s time to grind.
I pulled out the remote and got out of the portal, into the guild building.
“Wel—“
I immediately ran away from the door with a newfound purpose. I approached Wilhelm, and as usual, the depot was empty. The man was moving crates from one rack to another. The moment he saw me, his eyes were glowing.
“Ah, my best customer has arrived, what can I do for you?” Wilhelm asked, smiling.
“Your only customer, you mean?” I asked.
Wilhelm sighed, “High-level contractors tend to forget who supplies their first escapade, I hope you’re not one of them, dear angel. Now, now, let’s get you started, I have a brand new main battle tank, freshly arrived from the mainland, an M1A4 Abrams, 140mm cannons, 30mm autocannons, enough room for three people.”
“How much?”
“Twenty million,” he replied.
I sighed, “Wilhelm, I think a regular APC with autocannons would do for me, or in fact, anything with big guns will be good enough for me.”
Wilhelm grinned. “So, Stryker MGS? Boxer? LAV VIII? What are you thinking? What kind of APC do you need?”
I raised an eyebrow. The names Wilhelm mentioned sounded like high-end options. I wasn’t looking to spend a fortune on something flashy—just something that would get the job done.
“Are those the top-of-the-line? You’re not going to drain my bank account, are you?” I asked, trying to keep it light.
Wilhelm laughed. “It’s not like that. Sure, I could get you an old BMP-60. It’d be easy to take down with small arms fire, like M995 or M993, or even an MG-338 machine gun. But if you go for the higher-end stuff, you won’t have to worry about that kind of fire. And don’t get me started on explosives. But here’s the thing—this is the contractor’s special.”
I wasn’t convinced. “Okay… and?”
“Now, imagine you’re stuck riding in that vehicle, in the dark, with no thermal imaging or night vision. Good luck. Without those, you’ll just be sitting in an armored coffin,” Wilhelm continued with a laugh. “But if you get something like the LAV VIII, it’ll protect you from most threats. We’re talking small arms, even up to .499 Alpina rounds or a 25mm autocannon. But the real top-tier options are things like the Puma 3 or CV90 Mk VII. They have Active Protection Systems, they can handle 40mm AP rounds and more, but they’re way out of your budget, my sweet angel,” Wilhelm teased.
“So...?” I swore under my breath. If Wilhelm was good at one thing, it was confusing his customers with a bunch of military jargon. You would be so sure of what you would buy, and Wilhelm would somehow sway you to buy a more expensive thing.
“So, I think you’ll be better off spending on something… expensive,” Wilhelm winked.
“Alright, two million, and not more!” I said, trying to press the hard limit before Wilhelm made another sales pull to sell me something.
“Tracked or wheeled?” Wilhelm asked, raising an eyebrow.
… Could you just give me a name?
“Price-wise?” I replied, trying to focus on what really mattered.
“Hmm, let’s see. Wheeled is usually cheaper, but I must warn you—not all wheeled vehicles are armored well. Most autocannon protection is found in tracked vehicles, with only select wheeled ones offering decent protection. Let’s think…” Wilhelm paused, then pulled out his phone. “How about a Marder 1A5? It has thermals, a decent enough autocannon, competent armor, and can carry 5 people... maybe a bit more.”
“In monkey’s language, please?” I said, trying to simplify things.
“It has enough boom, can withstand small boom, and can carry enough monkeys,” Wilhelm said with a grin.
“How much?” I asked, now getting to the point.
“Let’s see… You said two million max, right? The base price is 1,800,000 UC, and then I can add some customizations—better thermals, multi-ammo capability, and boom.” Wilhelm paused for effect. “Or…”
“You could get a Puma, which is way better than the upgraded Marder. It offers all-around 30mm autocannon protection and ATGMs. I could even throw in some upgrades, like the MG5-EF, MK-30-EF Autocannon, and Gen VII FLIR. And all of that for a special discounted price for my special angel,” Wilhelm added, flashing a grin.
“How. Much?” I asked, narrowing my eyes.
“8 million,” Wilhelm smiled.
“EIGHT? DUDE, that’s almost all of my money!” I protested, shocked at the price.
Wilhelm sighed dramatically. “Fine… 7.5 million with insurance, but if you buy now, you get that price. If you wait, you’re paying the full 8 million. Make your choice. I can assure you, any mission will be a breeze with that thing.”
He seemed to be selling it at a loss, but I wasn’t ready to part with that much just yet.
“Ain, c’mon, I can assure you, if you find a T-72, you’ll win in this thing,” Wilhelm continued, leaning in like he had me on the edge. “I heard during the mission you piloted a tank too, right? Well, if you’ve been in the other seat, you know what I mean. Did I mention the infinite ammo? Well, with a cooldown... but you get my point, right?”
His sales pitch was relentless, and despite my skepticism, I could almost feel the temptation to go for it. Almost. It was tempting as hell, though. An ATGM better than the NLAWs, a gun that outclassed my MG-338 or MRAD, and the ability to practically tear down anything that wasn’t a tank.
Oh. My. God. The temptation was real.
“1,200 rounds per minute of pure 30mm destruction, and a 1,800 RPM, psionic-cooled MG5. C’mon, Ain, you and I both know you want this thing. Oh, did I mention the upgraded engine? 120 km/h of pure steel,” Wilhelm pressed on, leaning in with a grin.
“Fine, I’ll buy it.”
[Congratulation: Puma IFV Has Been Added To Your Garage]
[Funds Transferred: 8,874,947 UC → 1,372,947 UC]
Suddenly, in front of the depot, a large IFV appeared out of thin air. The Puma just appeared in front of the depot without any warning. I was astonished by the size of the IFV alone, it was more similar to a tank, heck, I didn’t recall the Divinity had a tank this large. Their biggest vehicle was their T-72, and it wasn’t that big either.
“Enjoy yourself,” he nodded.