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Come in, get comfortable, and let’s see what kind of trouble waits this time ❤️ ✦ At noon the next day, inside a public-facing recruitment office attached to a regional command, the place had already become unusually lively after only one morning.
In a conference room, Nolan and Hestia sat together, drinking tea.
Across from them sat a middle-aged man in an army uniform.
His smile was professional, stiff, and strained as he looked at the person and the god in front of him.
But when he heard Nolan say that he wanted to purchase thirty thousand assault rifles, fifty million rounds of ammunition, two hundred modern rocket artillery vehicles with twenty thousand guided rockets, and five thousand loitering munitions, General Hale’s eyelids began twitching wildly.
If not for the impossibly beautiful woman beside Nolan, whose entire presence radiated the aura of a god, he would have thrown the two of them out already.
Weapons on that scale would be enough to fight a small national war.
“General Hale, what do you think?” Nolan looked at him with bright eyes.
This was the only official who had agreed to meet them.
“Those things are enough to fight a war.” Hale wanted to refuse.
If all of that landed in Nolan’s hands, he could practically launch a campaign by himself.
But when Hale looked at Hestia, his hard tone loosened despite himself.
A god.
A god from another world.
Just sitting there, she made it impossible for him to doubt what she was.
One glance at her and the mind accepted the truth.
“Leaving aside whether we can approve this, even if you want it, we cannot simply hand it over.” “Thirty thousand rifles, fifty million rounds, two hundred rocket artillery vehicles, twenty thousand guided rockets.
We do not have that much sitting idle.” “At most, this would be treated as a military production order, and even that would take time.” The general rubbed his forehead.
They could obtain those things, yes.
But if he handed them over from active inventory, their own combat readiness would drop.
This young man had truly made an outrageous request.
If Hale dared agree on the spot, he would probably be standing before a military court the next morning.
“Also, how exactly do you plan to use thirty thousand assault rifles?” That was what Hale wanted to know most.
Nolan took out a backup phone.
“Like this.” Hale accepted the phone and saw a clip playing on the screen.
It showed a golden king launching weapons from rippling portals, the Gate of Babylon opening behind him.
“My ability is similar to Spatial Storage.
It can store objects, and it can also project them outward.” “If I load it with modern weapons, I can control and fire them without needing individual operators.” Nolan revealed Spatial Storage.
Pale openings lit up around him.
He picked up the paper cup he had been drinking from, then made it move in and out around him, storing and projecting it repeatedly.
“Inside Spatial Storage, I can activate mechanisms automatically.
I can even change magazines inside it.” He demonstrated his ability.
At first, he had thought Nolan was gathering enough equipment for an army.
Now he understood that this was the use of one man’s ability.
He could already imagine tens of thousands of rockets flying out through spatial projection.
The scene would be terrifying.
“What about maintenance?” The general raised an eyebrow.
Weapons required upkeep.
Even ignoring money, the labor alone would exhaust a team.
“That is not a problem.
Unless something is completely damaged or unusable, items stored inside Spatial Storage can be kept frozen at that instant.” “And as for maintenance costs, I believe I can pay them.” Nolan paused there.
“Besides, I am not taking these to start a war on this planet.” “I can already travel to other worlds.
I plan to explore them alone.” He wanted these weapons for otherworld exploration.
His eyelids twitched again.
‘Damn it.
Why are you so selfish?’ ‘You are exploring another world and you did not invite the country?’ Hale’s priorities were completely different.
In his view, this young man’s sense of civic duty left something to be desired.
How could he not bring the state in as a partner?
But Nolan had apparently approached them once before.
The military had refused him first.
Before coming here, Hale had already received that report.
Their side had rejected the chance to develop the other world together.
That made it difficult to say much now.
‘Whoever let him walk away that day deserves a promotion straight into retirement.’ ‘Things are different now.’ ‘This young man has a powerful benevolent god beside him.’ Hale had already read through Hestia’s background.
She came from a story world built around raising heroes.
There were gods, demi-humans, and monsters from a Dungeon.
All of it was incredibly valuable for human exploration, and all of it was unknown.
Thinking about that made him hate the person who had turned Nolan away even more.
He wanted to go back and congratulate that person properly.
Such an enormous asset, and they had let him leave.
Anger aside, General Hale truly could not resent Nolan.
The other party had already shown sincerity.
He had even come to them willingly.
If Hale wanted to blame someone, he should blame his own side.
If he could not understand that, he was not fit for his position.
The general glanced toward the camera in the conference room.
Now it was time for the officials watching the feed to speak.
‘Ring, ring.’ The phone in front of him rang.
He picked it up.
An order came down from above.
Trade.
When he heard that the exchange was authorized, Hale breathed out in relief.
“We will prepare weapons for you.” To be honest, he liked this kind of trade.
Nolan did not seem interested in ruling the world, seizing power, or competing for dominance.
He only wanted to prepare for exploration.
“However, we hope to trade for otherworld items.” “For example, healing supplies, metals, or materials dropped by Dungeon monsters.” The general relayed the information he had been given.
“Aside from healing supplies, metals and Dungeon drops are not viable.” Hestia, who had been quiet until now, finally spoke.
After thinking it over, she gave her view.
“Raw metal deposits are held by major Familias.
Certain special ores cannot be bought at all.
Most of what reaches the market is already refined.” “Finished metal goods may be valuable to you, but the quantities you would want are too high.
That would immediately make Nolan a target of the gods in that world.” “As for monster drops, they are highly random.
Most are bought up by different Familias.” “We have only just started.
We cannot move that kind of volume.”
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