All Chapters of THE VIRGIN MERCHANT: Buying Modern Warfare In Another World: Chapter 101
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Chapter 101
"He plays with the world like a toy," Malphas hissed, his fingers curling into claws. "He sits on a throne of red metal and mocks the laws of kingship. He has no title, no history, no right... and yet, he has everything."The envy was a physical weight in his chest, a black bile that made his throat burn. Arthur didn't have to tax his people until they ate dirt; Arthur didn't have to grovel to dragon-commanders. Arthur just tapped the air and the world gave him whatever he wanted.Malphas walked to the window, looking toward the South. In the far distance, past the dry, famine-stricken plains of his own land, he imagined he could see a flicker of light from the "Arthur Shop" a beacon of prosperity that felt like a needle in his eye."I will give Draco his gold," Malphas muttered, his eyes glowing with an incandescent, sickly blue light. "I will strip this kingdom to the bone. I will let the people starve and the nobles weep. But I will have the First Era weapons ready. I don't care if
Chapter 102
That night…The Gothic Capital’s northern gate didn't just open; it bled shadows. While the wagons of stolen gold and mana stones were being hauled away by Draco’s main force, three figures detached themselves from the rear of the column. They didn't move like soldiers. They moved like oil spilling across a floor.These were the Draken-Haar Scale-Hunters, the elite scouts of the Dragon-Lords. Unlike the Shadow-Scout Arthur had turned into a popsicle, these three were veterans of the "Great Culling" in the Northern Wastes. They wore armor made from the translucent, sound-dampening scales of Void-Drakes, making them almost entirely invisible to both the naked eye and traditional mana-detection.The leader, a gaunt half-dragon named Vane, adjusted the leather straps of his goggles, relics that allowed him to see the heat signatures of living beings through solid stone. He looked back at the crumbling Gothic palace with a sneer of pure reptilian disdain."The King is a corpse walking in
Chapter 103
I realized just in time that I was about to drop a fortune in VP on a bunch of overgrown geckos, and honestly? My budget is for toys and snacks, not for doing the work my staff is already overpaid to handle. It was a total lapse of judgment. Why buy a satellite-guided laser when I have a warehouse full of bored dwarves and a high-octane "Beast" in the upper building?"Change of plans, boys!" I shouted, tossing my empty COKE can into the bin. "Abort the shopping spree! Save the credits for a rainy day or a very expensive jet ski! Everyone, to your stations!"I stepped out of my suite, looking over the balcony with a sharp smirk. "Eto! Tell the boys to wake up the beast in the upper building! Let’s give these lizards some local flavor!"The dwarves didn't need to be told twice. They were far too eager to shoot some idiots. Within seconds, the upper battlements were crawling with bearded engineers cranking levers and shouting about "trajectory" and "maximum oof."Outside, the Divine Tho
Chapter 104
Queen Selene POVThe morning sun was a brutal, honest gold, pouring over the courtyard where the three Scale-Hunters stood bound in my violet mana-chains. Master Arthur stood nearby, casually sipping his "Divine Brew" and adjusting his yellow cap as if he weren’t about to sentence these men to a living hell.He might be squeamish about a little blood, he certainly acted the part of the eccentric merchant, but what he suggested was far more ruthless than a simple execution. To a Draken-Haar warrior, their mana circle is their soul, their rank, and their very identity. Removing it wasn't just a punishment; it was an erasure of their existence.He is truly a force to be reckoned with, I thought, my eyes narrowing as I stepped toward the lead hunter, Vane.But I would not let them leave with their minds intact. Before I followed the Master's orders, I reached out with a fraction of my 12th-circle power. I didn't just touch their minds; I invaded them. I wove phantom memories into their
Chapter 105
Arthur POVWhile Draco was busy having a draconic meltdown in the north, the upper building of the Arthur Shop was smelling like high-end masonry and freshly cut lilies. The dwarves had outdone themselves. They’d spent the afternoon polishing white marble until it looked like solidified moonlight, carving gold leaf into patterns of roses and seashells that seemed to glow with their own internal light.The Altar of Venus was finally finished. And Eto’s men worked overtime until dawn to finish it fast.I stood before it, holding my afternoon coffee, feeling the 185k VP still tingling in the back of my mind. The shrine was chic, minimalist, and looked exactly like something you'd find in a luxury penthouse in Milan."Master, it is done," Eto grunted, wiping a smudge of marble dust from his beard. "We even added a 'Divine Resonance' stone at the base. It’s supposed to act as a signal booster for... well, whoever you’re trying to call.""Good work, Eto. Tell the boys to take a break. Get
Chapter 106
"Master," Ellene said, stepping up beside me, her eyes reflecting the glowing green data on the screen. "I do not sense any mana from this... machine. How will it kill a dragon of the First Era?""It doesn't need mana, Ellene," I whispered, snapping my visor down for a second just to feel the vibe. "It uses physics. And physics is a law that even an Ancient Wyrm has to obey. We’re not just defending the shop anymore; we’re performing a 'Hostile Reorganization' of the sky."I looked at the 35,000 VP I had left. Just enough for a celebratory round of premium snacks."Barnaby, tell the boys to keep the Red Beast fueled. When that missile hits, I want to be halfway to the Gothic border on my Honda to see the look on Draco’s face. It’s time to show them that in the South, the future doesn't just arrive—it impacts."******GOTHIC KINGDOMThe atmosphere in the war room of the Gothic Palace was thick enough to choke a commoner. Commander Draco stood hunched over the central table, his obsidi
Chapter 107
"We’re about to watch a several-thousand-year-old dragon meet a Mach 4 kinetic interceptor. If we’re not eating processed meats while it happens, are we even winning?"Ellene and Milla were sitting on the tailgate of a supply wagon, sharing a liter of "High-Fructose" Orange Soda. Ellene had her 12th-circle mana dampened to a low glow, using it just to keep her drink perfectly chilled.The Dwarves were in a full-blown frenzy. Eto, Rufus and Helga had managed to get his hands on a bag of "Nacho Cheese" chips and were currently explaining to a group of miners that the "Crunch" was actually a secret dwarven vibration frequency.Elsa was the only one still working. She was walking around with a tablet, checking the "Patriot" system's battery levels while occasionally stealing a fry from my plate. "Master, the 'Ugly' signature is approaching the 50-mile marker. You might want to stop playing 'Chef' and start playing 'Commander.'""Plenty of time, Elsa," I said, taking a massive bite of my h
Chapter 108
Forty miles north of the Arthur Shop, the Ancient Wyrm was a screaming, pulsating blot of black mana, its wingspan blotting out the sun as it led the Iron-Wing Legion toward the South. It had just sensed a strange, heat-blasting "spear" of metal ascending from the Merchant’s territory, and it was preparing to release a torrent of First Era fire to vaporize the insolent projectile.It never got the chance.The Patriot interceptor didn't "collide" with the Wyrm; it intersected with it at a relative speed of over 3,200 miles per hour. There was no explosion, at least not initially. The sheer kinetic energy of the impact was so massive that it bypassed the laws of traditional thermodynamics.The 200-pound solid tungsten "Kill Vehicle" struck the Wyrm directly where its armored neck met its chest. Those "ancient, God-Tear-hardened" scales that had resisted ballistae and spells for millennia didn't just shatter; they atomized. The metal spike drove through the beast's vital organs and ou
Chapter 109
King Malphas was curled into a ball in the corner, his hands over his ears, weeping as his palace was systematically dismantled by his "ally.""He’s not a merchant..." Malphas sobbed. "He’s a ghost from a world that doesn't need us!"Draco threw the noble across the room and collapsed onto his knees amidst the wreckage, his chest heaving. He looked at his own claws—claws that had torn through armies, and realized they were useless against a man who fought with relic."I WILL BURN THE ENTIRE CONTINENT!" Draco roared, his voice echoing through the starving city outside. "I will not stop until I see his 'Red Beast' melted! I will lead the ground forces myself! If I cannot fly through his sky, I will crawl through his dirt and tear his heart out with my teeth! ARTHUR! I WILL NOT BE DEFEATED BY A MAN WHO EATS BREAD WITH MUSTARD!"He stood up, his mana spiraling out of control, the black fire beginning to consume the palace floor. He was no longer a Commander. He was a beast of pure, una
Chapter 110
That next night, we had a staff meeting at my suite. The AC was on, and we were having coffee.I leaned back in my "Executive" chair, which honestly felt more like a throne of contemplation these days, and watched the smoke from the grill drift toward the ceiling. I had plenty of sass for the drones and the missiles, but I wasn't an idiot. I was a chef and a businessman, not a frontline general.Taking on a desperate, dragon-blooded tyrant who had just turned an entire kingdom into a human shield required more than just a "Buy Now" button. It required a strategy that didn't involve me accidentally vaporizing the very customers I intended to sell to later."Alright, team," I said, sliding a fresh map of the continent across the table. "I have the hardware, but I need a brain trust. We’re not just going in guns blazing. Suggestion box is open."I expected the dwarves to suggest tunnels and I expected Rufus to suggest a head-on charge. But what I got was a masterclass in high-stakes ge