All Chapters of THE VIRGIN MERCHANT: Buying Modern Warfare In Another World: Chapter 81
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Chapter 81
Then, the "High-Frequency Sonic Deterrent" kicked in. A wall of pure, distorted sound—basically a remix of Go Go Power Ranger played through a jet engine, hit the charging guards."Dah! I warned them!" I hissed, ducking behind a stone pillar as Ellene and Jeon appeared at my side, their faces masks of pure shock. "Ellene! Jeon! Get the villagers inside! The 'Gothic Sale' just turned into a 'Going-Out-of-Business' riot!"I looked at the pile of ash that used to be a Count and sighed. "Well, there goes my chance at an exclusive trade treaty. I hope the Red Ranger has a 'Mass Burial' setting, because this is about to get messy."I was standing there, clutching my empty coffee mug, watching my 8,000 VP "investment" waddle into battle. To me, it was the peak of cinematic comedy. The Red Ranger robot didn't glide or teleport; it moved with that stiff, jerky, 1970s-style "man-in-a-suit" gait—clank-shirr-clank-shirr.Then, the built-in speakers blew the dust off the ground."GO GO POWER RANGE
Chapter 82
I woke up exactly sixty minutes later on my executive sofa. Honestly? An hour is a new personal best. Usually, a hug from a High Sage puts me out for a business day. I’m clearly building a tolerance.I sat up, rubbed my eyes, and pulled out my phone. The screen was practically vibrating with notifications.[Notification: 100,000 VP Gained from 'Town-wide Affection & Physical Gratitude'][Notification: 100,000 VP Gained from 'Legendary Combat Review' & 'Product Evaluation'][Total Balance: 208,000 VP]"Holy mother of retail," I whispered, my jaw dropping. "I’m not just back in the black, I’m the black's landlord."I navigated to the System Shop's 'My Purchases' tab. The Red Power Ranger unit was highlighted in gold, flashing a prompt: LEAVE A REVIEW TO CLAIM YOUR BONUS.I didn't even hesitate. My fingers flew across the digital keyboard with the sass of a disgruntled Yelp reviewer who just had the best meal of his life.The Five-Star ReviewProduct: High-Frequency Sonic Deterrent Syste
Chapter 83
I watched him disappear into the dust. Once the carriage was a mere speck, I stood in the center of the road. I dropped the "Maid" act. I stood tall, my 12th-circle mana erupting from my body in a pillar of light that turned the desert sand into glass.I threw the "Spam" and the "KOK" into a spatial rift for safekeeping, I wasn't about to lose those, but I kept the gold coin in my palm, feeling the heat of Arthur’s touch still on it."Celestial gate, hear the Queen’s decree," I chanted, my voice echoing with the power of the Emerald Throne. Runic circles, ancient and complex, bloomed beneath my feet. "Teleportation: Capital Citadel!"The world blurred into a streak of white and violet. The South was behind me. Arthur Town was a memory. But as the familiar spires of the Royal Palace materialized before my eyes, I found myself looking at the toothbrush in my hand and whispering:"Wait for me, Master Art. The Queen has work to do, but the Maid... the Maid still has to finish that coffee.
Chapter 84
That night, the air in the War Council Chamber was frigid, thick with the smell of old parchment and the stagnant arrogance of men who had spent centuries convinced they were the pinnacle of existence.I sat upon the Emerald Throne, my 12th-circle mana rippling behind me like a silent, violet aurora. Before me stood the High Generals of the Royal Wing and the Grand Mages of the High Tower, men who looked like they had swallowed stones."It is a relic of crimson and white," I said, my voice cutting through the silence like a blade. "A metal titan that moves with the rhythm of the stars and sings a 'Song of Justice' that bypasses all mana defenses. I watched it, with my own eyes, neutralize twenty Tenth-Circle Gothic assassins by simply... smacking them."The Head of the High Tower, Arch-Mage Malakor, stepped forward. His beard trembled with indignation, and his staff clattered against the marble. "Your Majesty! With all due respect, this... 'Power Ranger'... it sounds like madness!
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He didn't use the standard royal coordinates; he used the raw mana signatures he had sensed from the Queen’s lingering aura, the trace amounts of "Ozone" and "Sugar" that clung to her like a secondary skin.He packed nothing but his most resilient research journals and a bag of high-grade mana stones to fuel the jump. He didn't inform the Council. He didn't tell the other mages. This was a pilgrimage of survival."Forgive me, ancestors," he muttered, stepping into the center of the glowing runes. "But the future apparently tastes like caramel and KOK."The runes flared with a brilliant, blinding light. The air in the sanctum shrieked as space-time was folded by the Arch-Mage’s desperate will.CRACK.Malakor tumbled out of the rift and face-planted into a pile of something soft, white, and smelling faintly of... vanilla?He groaned, pushing himself up. He wasn't in a dark dungeon or a royal tent. He was standing on a perfectly level, grey stone road that felt smoother than polished mar
Chapter 86
Elsa knocked and stood in the doorway of my office, her eyes darting between my unmade bed, my steaming coffee machine, and the most powerful Arch-Mage in the kingdom currently snoring like a broken accordion on my leather sofa."Master Art," she whispered, her voice a mix of terror and deep confusion. "Why is the High Tower’s most esteemed Malakor currently... leaking drool onto your upholstery?"I took a long, slow sip of my coffee, the rich aroma of the freshly ground beans filling the air. The machine hissed and dripped behind me, a comforting mechanical sound in a world that was rapidly turning into a high-fantasy action movie."He tried the KOK, Elsa," I said, gesturing to the empty red can on the coffee table. "Apparently, 10th-circle mages have a very low tolerance for high-fructose corn syrup and divine carbonation. He saw the AC, felt the HEPA-filtered air, and his brain just... rebooted."Elsa paled. "He came from the capital to see you. That means the rumors were true. The
Chapter 87
"Great," I muttered, hopping down. "First casualty of the war: my secretary's consciousness."I had to spend another 2,000 VP on "System-Grade Iron & Mana Supplements" for Elsa. The poor girl was becoming a professional at fainting. I shoved a red gummy-tab into her mouth, and let me tell you—the results were... unexpected.Elsa sat up, her eyes literally glowing with a localized orange flame. "Master Art," she rasped, her voice sounding like a furnace. "I... I feel like I could swallow a sun."“Yeah…right.”She pointed a finger at a stray wooden crate, and a jet of pressurized white flame shot out, melting the wood and the stone floor beneath it."Whoa! Okay, you made your point!" I yelled, diving for cover. "New rule: Elsa is now our walking flamethrower. Note to self: do not make her angry during the performance reviews."By noon, the "Arthur Defense Force" was finally starting to look like a cohesive, albeit insane, unit.Barnaby & the Viper X: I gave Barnaby the Viper X. And he w
Chapter 88
The lead scout didn't even have time to grunt. He was sent spinning through the air like a discarded candy wrapper, landing thirty feet away in a heap of tangled black silk."WOULD ANYONE ELSE LIKE TO DISCUSS OUR CANCELLATION FEES?" the robot asked, its visor glowing a menacing, strobing red.The remaining four scouts stood paralyzed. Behind them, on the roof of the Arthur Building, they heard a terrifying, mechanical sound—the low, hungry whirring of the four Miniguns spinning up."Master Art," I heard Herbert’s voice echo from the roof through a megaphone. "The Red Brother has engaged the customers! Should we offer them the 'Bulk Lead' discount?"I stepped out onto the balcony, still in my slippers, holding a clipboard. "Not yet, Herbert! Let’s see if they want the loyalty card first! It’s all about the 'Customer Acquisition Cost'!"The scouts didn't wait. They turned and bolted back into the darkness, screaming about "The Red Demon" and "The Gospel of the Membership Card.""Well,"
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The King crushed his wine glass in his bare hand. "A loyalty program? You were defeated by marketing?""But that is not the worst of it, Majesty!" another scout interjected, his voice high with terror. "We looked at the roof of the great building. The Merchant has mounted four black demons upon the battlements. They are long, multi-barreled tubes of a metal that does not exist in our grimoires. They don't hum with mana... they growl. A low, mechanical vibration that makes the very marrow of your bones ache."Malphas stood up, his heavy black cape billowing. "Growling tubes? Demons of metal? You are hallucinating from the Southern heat!""Sire, they spin!" the scout screamed. "The barrels rotate like the gears of a world-ending clock! One of the dwarves accidentally bumped a lever, and the sound it made... it was the sound of a thousand dragons screaming in a blender! The scouts we sent to the hills saw a stone cliff simply... cease to exist in a spray of dust."The King turned to his
Chapter 90
The silence that followed the final explosion was more deafening than the gunfire itself.For a heartbeat, the valley was frozen in time. Milla, the Commander of the Rose, stood paralyzed behind a jagged limestone outcrop, her hand still white-knuckled around the hilt of her blade.Behind her, the legendary Knights of the Rose, women who had faced down mountain trolls and sea serpents without blinking, were staring at the sky with hollow eyes.The High Mages of the Royal Tower were in even worse shape. One had dropped his runic glass, the delicate lens shattering against the rocks, but he didn't even notice. He was staring at the spot where Elsa’s white-blue plasma had erased a dragon from existence."Seconds..." Milla whispered, her voice barely a thread. "It took... seconds."In the history of the Emerald Kingdom, a Draken-Haar incursion was a month-long tragedy involving thousands of casualties and the sacrifice of entire knight divisions. But Master Arthur? Arthur had treated it