All Chapters of THE VIRGIN MERCHANT: Buying Modern Warfare In Another World: Chapter 131
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Chapter 131
The ride back to the Gothic Kingdom felt less like a tactical deployment and more like a high-speed parade through the end of the world, a triumphant procession of roaring engines.Swirling dust that announced our return with the kind of theatrical grandeur normally reserved for conquering heroes or deranged warlords. I was leaning into the curves on the Red Beast, my thighs gripping the custom leather seat as the wind whipped at my jacket.The Honda’s engine screaming a mechanical war-cry that echoed off the obsidian cliffs and reverberated through the dark valleys like the trumpet of some infernal legion. Behind me, the warrior carriages thundered in tight formation, their reinforced wheels kicking up a massive dust-cloud of our arrival that signaled to the entire North that the "Management" was back—and we weren't alone, we were a force to be reckoned with, a coalition of chaos wrapped in neon and steel.When we roared through the palace gates, the scene was pure chaos, a maelstro
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I tapped the "Tactical" tab on my phone, and a holographic blueprint projected into the center of the room, bathing our assembled faces in shifting patterns of blue light as the 3D model rotated slowly, showing the precise positioning and energy flow of the maneuver."It's called the Rainbow Beam: Spectrum-Shatter," I explained, grinning like a madman as the hologram demonstrated the formation, little animated figures representing each of us moving into position. "When we stand in a 'V-Formation' and synchronize our mana-frequencies through the suits, we create a resonance loop that amplifies exponentially with each added color. With the 2x boost from the Chef’th feast, that loop won't just hit the dragon, it’ll rewrite its molecular structure from 'Mythological Terror' to 'Gravel' faster than you can say 'clearance sale'.""You want us to... pose?" Jeon asked, looking at the diagram with deep, professional skepticism, one eyebrow raised so high it nearly disappeared into his emerald
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Few hours….The Dragon Didn't Show (But My Sweat Did)So there we were. Six hours of standing in a perfect V-formation, looking like we'd just stepped off the set of a 1999 Power Rangers reboot that went straight to DVD. The Rainbow Beam: Spectrum-Shatter was ready. Our visors were linked. Our poses were immaculate, seriously, Milla had her Crimson-Silver fist cocked back like she was about to throw a galaxy at someone, and Jeon was doing this crouched Emerald-Shadow thing that made him look like a very angry, very fashionable frog.And the dragon?No dragon.Not a scale. Not a slither. Not even a dramatic shadow passing over the horizon to give us something to glare at.For six. Hours."Any sign of the Gorgon-Wyrm, Master Art?" Ellene asked through the comms for the seventeenth time, her Royal Onyx-Rainbow cape having long since stopped fluttering dramatically and now just hung there like a wet towel that had given up on life."Nope," I said, my mirrored visor reflecting the exact sa
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The messages started from a few days ago—few days of me thinking Kylan was just busy with his restaurant, maybe testing new recipes, maybe dealing with his own interdimensional nonsense. Three days of silence on my end because I hadn't checked the chat.But the chat had been screaming.Kylan The Chef: Dude…are you alive?Kylan The Chef: ARTHUR MAN! YOU OK?Kylan The Chef: Did you die? If you died I'm going to be so annoyed I put my good wine in thisKylan The Chef: It's been 4 hours are you fighting the snakeKylan The Chef: 12 hoursKylan The Chef: I'm going to assume you're dead and eat this myselfKylan The Chef: I didn't eat it myselfKylan The Chef: I waitedKylan The Chef: I'm a good friendKylan The Chef: ARTHUR IT'S BEEN TWO DAYSKylan The Chef: I've made three more batchesKylan The Chef: My kitchen smells like heaven and I'm starting to resent youKylan The Chef: My invisible wife says I've been staring at the chat window for 6 hoursKylan The Chef: She's worried about meKy
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So there we were.Full bellies. Warm Red Bulls. The kind of food-coma contentment that makes you believe, even for just a moment, that maybe—just maybe, the universe isn't actively trying to ruin your day.Jeon was using his Emerald-Shadow helmet as a pillow. Milla had her Crimson-Silver boots off and was wiggling her toes at the grey sky like she didn't have a care in the world. Rufus and Eto were engaged in what I could only describe as a "competitive napping championship," both of them snoring in alternating rhythms that somehow harmonized. Ellene had her eyes closed, her Royal Onyx-Rainbow cape draped over her like a blanket, looking for all the world like a queen who had decided that royal duties could wait until after her post-stew nap.Elsa was being Elsa. Glaring at the sun.I was leaning against the Red Beast, scrolling through my chat with Kylan, trying to figure out what "interdimensional DNS settings" even meant and whether I could pay someone else to deal with it.And th
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And I was still standing there, in my stupid red leather Power Ranger suit, laughing like a maniac, because Shannon was still running and the Wyrm's heads were still bonking into each other and somehow, despite the petrification and the fire and the end-of-the-world energy, the funniest thing in the entire universe was watching a dwarf outrun an apocalypse."MASTER ART—" Shannon skidded to a halt behind me, her boots leaving smoke trails on the stone, her beard finally settling down now that she'd stopped moving. She was panting so hard I thought she might pass out. "MASTER ART, I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU SO MUCH, I WAS RUNNING FOR MY*LIFE AND YOU WERE LAUGHING—""You were so fast—" I wheezed."I WAS MOTIVATED!""YOUR BEARD—""MY BEARD IS TRAUMATIZED!"Behind us, Ellene's voice cut through the banter like a whip. "ENOUGH! Shannon, get behind the line! Everyone else, FORMATION IS ACTIVE! Lord Merchant, please stop laughing and take your position!"I looked at the Wyrm.It had finally untan
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The middle head came for us. Here's where things got stupid.Because the Gorgon-Wyrm, for all its ancient terror and apocalyptic power, had one fatal flaw: its three heads did not coordinate well.The middle head lunged at our formation. We scattered, not gracefully, not heroically, but like seven people who had just realized they were standing too close to something that could eat them. Milla and Elsa dove left. Jeon and Barnaby rolled right. Ellene tried to do a cool backflip and landed on her back with a clang that echoed across the courtyard."Ow," she said."I saw nothing!" Herbert shouted, his Blue-Steel armor clanking as he helped her up.The middle head's jaws closed on empty ground where we'd been standing a second ago. It pulled back, confused, and bumped directly into the left head, which had been trying to sneak around the supply cart to get to Shannon.THUNK.The sound of two snake skulls colliding was surprisingly... wooden? Like coconuts being hit together in a low-bud
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"FORMATION!" Ellene bellowed, sliding down the Wyrm's back and landing hard on the stones beside me. "NOW, ARTHUR! NOW!"I raised my hand.The team snapped into the V.Rufus and Eto were still punching the tail. "GO! GO! WE'LL KEEP IT DISTRACTED!""YOU'RE GOING TO GET EATEN!""PROBABLY! BUT IT WON'T BE TODAY!"The mana built.Faster this time. Cleaner. The practice, the snacks, the Red Bulls, the stupid humid leather suits—it all came together. The rainbow light between our visors wasn't jagged this time. It was smooth. A perfect arc of liquid color that hummed with the frequency of seven idiots who had finally, finally gotten their act together.The Wyrm's three heads lunged.All at once. Three sets of jaws, wide open, coming straight for us."SPECTRUM... SHATTER!"The mana beam fired. Not over the Wyrm's head.Through it.The rainbow lance hit the middle head square in the face—right between the eyes, right where Elsa had cracked the scales. The light didn't stop there. It traveled
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A grandmother in a grey shawl was sitting on a crumbling wall, her entire body sparkling in the emerging sunlight, looking at her hands with an expression of profound confusion. "I've been turned into a decoration," she announced to no one in particular. "At my age. A decoration."A group of children—because of course there were children, there are always children in chaos—had abandoned all pretense of fear and were rolling in the glitter piles, coming up looking like tiny, shrieking disco balls. One of them had somehow acquired a full coating of rainbow shimmer and was now trying to convince the others that he was "the ghost of the dragon" and they should give him their snacks."THAT'S NOT HOW GHOSTS WORK!""I'M A NEW KIND OF GHOST!""YOU'RE JUST COVERED IN GLITTER, KEVIN!""KEVIN THE GHOST! FEAR ME!"Kevin the Ghost was immediately tackled by three other children and buried in a fresh pile of shimmer. His muffled screams sounded happy, so I decided not to intervene.And then there
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Louder cheers. The baby was still crying, but now it was crying *enthusiastically*."But let us not forget—" Ellene paused, squinted at something in the distance, and then continued, "—let us not forget that victory is not just about strength. It is about community. It is about standing together. It is about—""Is that a hot dog cart?" someone in the crowd shouted.Ellene blinked. "I... yes. There is a hot dog cart.""CAN I HAVE A HOT DOG?""I... we're in the middle of a speech—""BUT I SURVIVED THE DRAGON AND I'M HUNGRY!"A ripple of agreement went through the crowd. People started shuffling toward Greg's Mystery Meat Tubes. Ellene's speech—which had been building toward something profound about sacrifice and resilience and the indomitable Gothic spirit—dissolved into chaos as half the crowd decided that hot dogs were more important than rhetoric.Ellene stared at the empty space where her audience used to be.Then she turned to me."Master Arthur.""Yes?""I hate your Kingdom.""It'