All Chapters of THE VIRGIN MERCHANT: Buying Modern Warfare In Another World: Chapter 111
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Chapter 111
Phase 2: The Shadow Audit (Infiltration & Sabotage)The mood shifted. Milla stepped forward, her eyes as cold as the AC Jeon was complaining about."The 'Hostage Gates' are the problem," Milla stated. "Draco has them rigged with mana-explosives. If we move the 'Heavy' hardware too soon, he’ll bury the civilians in rubble."She looked at me, her expression unreadable. "The Commander of the Queen’s Amazonian Knights is an old friend. I can ask for a favor. They are already positioned."I raised a brow, swirling my Gatorade. "Wait, a favor? Milla, we haven't exactly cleared this with the Queen yet. Sending a hundred elite knights into a hostage situation without a royal seal is... well, it’s a 'Hostile Takeover' in more ways than one."Milla gave a rare, microscopic smirk. "Just leave it to me, Master. The Queen... understands the necessity of 'creative' deployment. Besides, my friend owes me for a certain incident involving a First Era relic and a bottle of elven wine.""Fair enough," I
Chapter 112
A few hours later, the desert night was a paradox—biting cold air above and sand that still held the lingering heat of a brutal sun. The "Mobile Shop" sat like a massive wooden mountain in the middle of the dunes, its brass fittings gleaming under the starlight. We were still a day’s journey from the border, but the logistics of moving a building on six horses meant we were in for a long, quiet night."Slow and steady wins the race, but it doesn't half make you hungry," I muttered, pulling out my phone.I scrolled through the [INSTANT-FOOD] tab of the System. I didn't want to tap into our fresh supplies yet; we needed those for the "Siren's Call" tomorrow. Instead, I went for the classics.I burned 10,000 VP in a single tap. It felt like a lot, but seeing the crates manifest in the sand was worth every point.Nissin Cup Noodles: 500 units (The "Seafood" and "Spicy Curry" varieties).MOK (Meal of Kitchen) Premium Meals: For the leaders.Sugar Juice Sachets: Thousands of them, high-gl
Chapter 113
I gripped the handles of the Honda. The ice canisters were locked into the side panniers, and the Viper X was hot. We were a bizarre sight, a high-tech biker and his snipers, standing behind a giant wooden food truck run by a jewel-encrusted dwarf merchant and two "maids" serving divine breakfast."Herbert, Barnaby," I signaled. "The moment that gate creaks open because a guard wants a donut, we move. I’m not stopping until I’m in Draco’s face.""Ready when you are, Master," Herbert chirped, his thumb stroking the Viper X's trigger. "I’ve got the lead guard’s helmet in my sights. If he reaches for a donut instead of his alarm horn, the South wins."The sun finally broke over the dunes, hitting the Blue Gatorade in Shannon’s hand. It looked like a diamond. And from the Gothic walls, we heard the first sound of a stomach growling—a sound louder than any war cry.******The desert sun was not just rising; it was performing a high-intensity interrogation of the Gothic border. The heat sh
Chapter 114
The sun was at its zenith, a merciless white hammer beating down on the jagged obsidian walls of the Gothic Capital. But the heat wasn't the problem for the few loyalists left on the ramparts, it was the silence. The rhythmic clank-clank of armored patrols had been replaced by the distant, muffled sound of chewing and the occasional satisfied "Ahhh!" of a man discovering electrolytes for the first time.The Great Gothic Gate, a massive slab of iron-reinforced soul-oak that had stood shut against famines, plagues, and ancient wars, was now completely unattended. The guards hadn't been killed; they were simply two hundred yards away, sitting in white plastic chairs and arguing over whether the "Seafood" or "Spicy Curry" Nissin noodles had the better mouthfeel.The last remaining gatekeeper—a man who had survived three dragon-wars, looked at his empty post, then at the horizon. He could see Shannon holding up a "Limited Edition" translucent blue cup, the ice cubes clinking like frozen
Chapter 115
The green flare didn't just illuminate the sky; it burned a hole through Commander Draco’s last shred of sanity.Standing on the high balcony of the Gothic Palace, Draco watched the emerald light bloom over the Hostage Towers. It was a silent, mocking neon sign that told him his leverage, the lives of every noble, merchant, and child in the city, had just been liquidated. The "Hostage Insurance" he had banked on to keep the Merchant’s missiles at bay was gone. Bankrupt. Voided."No..." Draco whispered, the sound a dry, reptilian hiss that carried the weight of a dying star. "NO! THE RIGGING! THE MANA-BOMBS! THEY WERE SEVENTH-CIRCLE WEAVINGS!"He turned back toward the throne room, and the air around him didn't just heat up; it ignited. His obsidian scales rippled, turning a molten, incandescent orange as his draconic heart surged with a bypass of pure, unadulterated rage."MAGES!" he roared, the sound shattering the stained-glass windows of the Great Hall. "WHO WAS GUARDING THE WESTE
Chapter 116
"The gates are open, the hostages are eating donuts, and your army has officially resigned," I said, leaning back on the Celestial seat. "Commander Draco, your 'Protectorate' is currently in a state of 'Negative Equity.' I’m here to collect the keys."Draco’s eyes weren't just glowing; they were leaking liquid gold. The lightning above us intensified, the air growing so heavy with mana it felt like being underwater."YOU... YOU INSOLENT TRADESMAN!" Draco shrieked, his body beginning to swell, his scales turning into jagged plates of obsidian armor. "YOU THINK YOU CAN EVICT A GOD?""God? No," I sassed, reaching into my jacket and pulling out a "Relic-Grade" chocolate chip cookie. "I'm evicting a tenant who's three weeks behind on his 'Being-a-Decent-Leader' payments. And I brought the heavy-duty cleaning crew."Then…Draco didn't just transform; he underwent a biological meltdown.The air in the throne room turned into a pressurized vacuum of black mana. His human skin didn't shift; it
Chapter 117
I checked my "Static-Charge" meter on my HUD. It was at 100%."Time to dithcontinue the dithcount!" I sassed. I deactivated the anti-gravity lock on my suit.Gravity reclaimed me with a vengeance. I didn't just fall; I accelerated, boosted by the lingering mana-repulsion. I became a human projectile, falling forty feet straight down toward Draco’s exposed, pulsing neck."EYE-CORNER-OFFICE VIEW, LIZARD!"I slammed into his shoulders just as the Red Beast performed a high-speed "Drive-By" maneuver, clipping his wing with a celestial-shielded handlebar. The impact sent us both crashing into the obsidian slag of the floor.Then the double doors of the throne room didn't just open; they were practically deleted from their hinges.Ellene led the charge, her maid uniform somehow still crisp despite the infiltration, her violet eyes glowing with a cold, predatory light. Behind her, Milla and a phalanx of a hundred Amazonian Knights poured in, javelins leveled and shields interlocking like a
Chapter 118
The throne room was transitioning from "Battlefield" to "Grand Opening" at a speed that only System-grade logistics could manage. The smell of ozone and sulfur was being aggressively outcompeted by the aroma of toasted brioche and flame-grilled wagyu.I was slumped in Draco’s former throne, or rather the Gothic King’s former throne, which, honestly, was a bit too cold and pointy for my taste, holding a double-bacon Victory Burger that Mistress Helga had prepared with "Relic-Grade" aged cheddar."It’th time," I declared, my voice echoing off the scorched rafters. "The firtht bite of the New Era."I lifted the burger. My brain said Chomp, but my upper lip, which had now reached the size and consistency of a ripe mango, said No Access.I tilted my head 45 degrees to the left. I tried to slide the burger in through the "Southern Entrance" of my mouth.Squish.The top bun hit the swelling. A glob of "System-Secret Sauce" smeared directly onto my nose. I didn't even feel it."Master," Elsa
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"A King is just a Merchant who sells law and order," Milla added, her voice a low, steady vibration. "And your 'Product' is currently the most popular thing in the kingdom.""No way," I sassed, pointing my ice pack at her. "Tomorrow, the Council of thith kingdom and whatever Nobelth are left will meet me here. We are going to have a 'Board Meeting'. I will athk for their opinion, but only if that opinion involveth them taking the job. I’m an Interim CEO at betht!"I leaned back against the cold marble, watching the Gothic people dance to a dwarf-accordion tune in the middle of the hall. The desert wind whistled through the broken windows, but the warmth of the feast kept it at bay.I looked at my team—my brilliant, weird, dangerous family. They had followed me into a dragon's maw for the sake of a "Hostile Takeover," and now they were feeding a kingdom."Tomorrow, we talk politicth," I whispered to myself, the ice finally starting to numb the throbbing in my lip. "But tonight... tonig
Chapter 120
But then the third head turned toward me. The white moon-eyes locked onto mine. I felt it—a cold, heavy weight starting at my toes and racing up my shins. My heart slowed, turning into a literal rock in my chest. I tried to reach for my phone, for the System, for a "Relic-Grade" escape, but my fingers were already grey, stiff, and lifeless.The last thing I saw was the dragon’s three mouths opening in a silent, mocking laugh before the world shattered into darkness.I bolted upright in the massive bed, my chest heaving, the silk sheets tangled around my legs like white snakes. The morning sun was streaming through the high Gothic windows, hitting the gold leaf on the ceiling, but I was shivering as if I’d been dunked in an ice bath."Huff... huff... just a dream," I whispered, rubbing my face. "Jutht a weird, Netflix-induced hallucination."But then the pain hit.THROB.My upper lip didn't just hurt; it was electrified. I reached up to touch it, expecting the swelling to be gone aft