Hiding A Logistics Center In The Apocalypse Chapter 209

Hiding the Logistics Center in the Apocalypse Episode 209

Human Resources (1)

Shuhwaaaaaaaah!

Dozens of portals were greedily devouring Gradiva's body.

The bastard struggled and screamed, but every time he did, a bomb of thought flew at him.

Kwaaaaang!

After the powerful explosion, a cloud of dust rose up, and the portal repeated the process of sucking it up.

“It’s like some kind of mining operation······.”

That was actually the case.

Gradiva, where the Chamber of Commerce's magic stones have accumulated.

Because the guy himself was like a giant magic stone mine.

All it took was enough impact to extract the magic stone.

and······.

Tiring!

Tiring!

[There are 11,772,462 magic stones remaining.]

[There are 12,090,166 magic stones remaining.]

[The remaining magic stones······.]

'When on earth will they come in······?'

There was no end in sight.

The account is so bloated that it could burst.

It was an amount that made the old days of laughter and tears over ten or twenty magic stones pale in comparison.

Now that my pockets were full, leveling up was a natural progression.

“Pax, level up.”

Tiring!

[All right.]

2 million magic stones disappeared in an instant.

At this rate, it will probably be restored soon anyway.

Upon reaching subspace level 13, a new 'free ticket' was also granted.

Guuuuuuuuuuu!

Gradiva shuddered as he watched his body steadily shrink.

I asked Pax just in case.

“Pax, can you put that in too?”

The distance at which the ability can be activated if passing through an asteroid.

But Pax's answer was negative.

Tiring!

[Not the target.]

“Ugh······.”

It was a strange thing to say.

My subspatial ability to accept the 'object' in front of me.

But that Gradiva meant that he couldn't be recognized as an 'object' from the beginning.

'I can't help it.'

I didn't expect that when I asked in the first place.

Because subspace abilities were not capable of accommodating living creatures.

It may be okay for plants like the World Tree, but it was even more so for animals, especially conscious beings.

It was only a matter of time.

Because the bastard was being swallowed up by my portal at a rapid pace.

The sight of the thing being sucked into dozens of rotating portals was a spectacular sight in itself.

Grrrrrr!

I turned around, staring blankly beyond the portal.

Then he walked inside the logistics center where his group was.

'now······.'

Now that you've stopped it, it's time to pay it forward.

It all started with finding clues about them.

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"hmm······."

“What’s wrong?”

Buendia was frowning deeply.

What lies before him is none other than the ‘black law’.

I had asked him to decipher the patterns and texts contained within.

“It’s been deciphered. No, actually, it’s just a mirror. The language used is Arcane’s dimensional language, but the vocabulary level isn’t that high.”

Buendia had some knowledge of magic.

Even though it's encrypted, you probably can't read the Arcane dimensional language.

But he still had a strange expression on his face.

“But what’s the problem?”

“Listen, it’s like this.”

-I had seafood chowder today. It was really delicious. I'm glad I got a big bowl of it.

-There was a blue tie hanging in the closet. I wanted to touch it, but my mother always stopped me.

-They say it's a day with thick magic waves. On days like this, a rainbow appears, orange, green······.

Buendia reads the contents one by one.

I too couldn't help but tilt my head along with him.

'······What is this?'

It's like a diary written by a pure child.

I couldn't understand at all how such content could be recorded in the 'Black Law' and lead to the destruction of the world.

As I stared at the tombstone in confusion, one thought occurred to me.

“Oh, come to think of it!”

“Does anything make sense?”

This monument was taken from none other than Count Franco.

Because the guy threw his body at me to try to poke this tombstone into Gradiva.

I quickly took Buendia to the place where the other tombstone was.

“How about this?”

“Hmm? This is definitely a different story.”

This time, it was the things that were on the crosshairs.

Those that were hidden in the magic stone transport ship or poured out through the portal at the last minute.

What the moderates had put in their crosshairs was something I had repurchased through <Shopaholic>.

Buendia's eyes lit up, as if he had finally found what he was looking for.

Then he slowly began to read the words written inside.

-It is not enough to accumulate purity. The multidimensional impurities will be purified into infinite purity.

-Everything comes from Gradiva, everything comes from her, and everything will return to her.

-The pieces will come together to form one complete piece.

Buendia quickly explained the meaning.

“It’s not a complicated story. In the end, it’s about waking up all the Gradivas.”

“That means······.”

“The remaining fifteen Gradivas. I’ll try to merge them into one.”

There were a total of sixteen Gradivas in the multidimensional world.

We got rid of one this time, but there are still fifteen left.

It was obvious that the reformists would attempt to awaken the remaining Gradivas.

Also, one thing is certain······.

“The Count is hiding something.”

“That must mean something like that. Considering that he was moving around alone with a different tombstone······.”

What would have happened if I hadn't stopped it?

Surely Count Franco's tombstone would have occupied Gradiva.

But it was difficult to guess what the consequences would have been or what the bastard's real purpose was.

For now, I decided to focus on the problem at hand.

Because the plan of the reformists alone was extremely threatening.

“It’s a simple calculation, but each time Gradiva is combined, its power will double. If the remaining fifteen become one… I don’t even want to imagine it.”

He shook his head.

The unification of all Gradivas, and their return to Gradivas.

It was virtually the same as saying let's all die together.

“The world is going to end.”

“I guess so.”

As for the locations of the remaining Gradivas, we have already figured them out.

But it was also true that a great fight required a certain amount of preparation.

It seems like the military funds have also increased······.

“Let’s all gather together first.”

I was planning to seriously increase my influence.

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Support!

Support support support!

The printer was running nonstop.

Between the neatly aligned gears, crisp hierarchical application forms poured out without a break.

“The third tier······.”

The maximum number of hierarchy application forms that can be printed through the central headquarters is 3 levels.

Buendia and Aurel were immediately editing the terms of the printed application.

So that you can move up the ranks using only magic stones, without any other conditions.

Whether it was a 4th or 3rd tier, the cost was in the millions, but since magic stones were coming in infinitely through Gradiva, it wasn't something to worry about.

“Master, have you called?”

“Oh, you’re here?”

The knights of Camelot, including Lancelot, gathered.

After that, the black magicians of Marquez, led by Aurel, and the prisoners from the camp who escaped with Buendia followed one after another.

The number is well over a hundred, but······.

'There's no need to save anymore.'

First of all, I moved up to the third rank.

And they decided to raise their hierarchy to the maximum.

Because it took time to absorb the magic stone, it was difficult to raise it to the third rank, but it was possible to raise it to at least the fifth rank.

However, following Buendia's advice, I decided to level up a bit more slowly.

“If you raise the level too quickly, it can put a strain on your awakening ability. It’s an ability that needs to develop through interaction with your own thoughts······. If you just raise the level without thinking, the context is bound to get messed up.”

It was the same for me.

I have already experienced a breakdown in my awakening ability once.

If you level up repeatedly, you can use the 'free tickets' indefinitely, but if your ability breaks down, an uncontrollable situation will occur.

'For now, this side is finished······.'

After rising through the ranks of knights, warlocks, and prisoners.

I moved to a sector of subspace where vampires were gathered.

“Oh, Mr. Jeonggyeom, are you here?”

Count Bereshti greeted me with a welcoming expression.

He responded with excitement to the offer to share the application form and the magic stone.

“It will definitely······ definitely, it will be of great help. I’m sure Your Highness will be pleased!”

“You’re not back yet?”

“Yes, because the subordinate families are quite far apart from each other.”

The essence is now complete.

Based on this, the princess decided to reassemble the forces under the duke's command.

I was away for a while for this reason.

'It will become quite a force.'

The Duchess Veronica would be a strong force.

If you combine Marquez and Pax FC, you will have a force strong enough to take on the Chamber of Commerce.

Suddenly, I had the thought that it would be nice to have a base outside of Earth like Elvenheim.

A place immediately came to mind, so I asked the Count.

“What is the situation now, Bereshti?”

“According to the bloodthirsty men we dispatched… It is still occupied by the Allied Forces. They also say that the defeated soldiers from Gradiva have returned and are regrouping.”

Princess Veronica will return soon.

To unite forces, it might be a good idea to prepare a symbolic gift.

Thanks to the increased ammunition, recapture didn't seem that difficult.

'I've been lending it to you for a long time now.'

Originally, Bereshti was Veronica's land.

At the same time, it will become Pax FC's new base.

I decided to make that point clear to the Chamber of Commerce.

“Let’s go to Bereshti.”

Now it was time to leave the room.

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Wheeee······.

This is where Bereshti's essence factory used to be.

Until recently, Arcane was restoring the destroyed facilities, but after the fighting between the reformists and moderates intensified, they were left abandoned.

Jiiing!

I escaped the factory with Buendia through the portal that had been installed.

Then he leisurely crossed the castle of Bereshti.

The place we arrived at was the Allied Forces command center.

The atmosphere was a bit chaotic, perhaps due to the aftermath of the fight.

“Stop! Wait a minute, you guys······!”

Still, there were guards.

The guys who had unintentionally blocked our path managed to identify us.

“Buendía! The Marquez men have invaded the castle!”

Crunch!

Ta-da-da-dak!

Their response was quick.

The combined forces of Firenze, Rodolfo, Faust, and Olympus surrounded us from all sides.

All sorts of weapons poured out, including golden staffs, magic projectiles, and chained cursed dolls.

“You two guys came in here? I’ll show you an example!”

They were all great weapon resources.

So much so that I couldn't help but stick my tongue out.

That's why······.

“Hey······.”

I activated <Shopaholic> with admiration.

"uh?"

“What, what is it!”

Hurururururuk!

Everything, be it a sword, a shield, or a magic gun, was pushed into the portal.

The Allied forces were stripped naked in an instant thanks to having bought every last piece of underwear.

The heterogeneous races of various bodies looked at each other's bodies, then soon came to their senses and shouted.

“Damn it! Just cover it!”

“Yaaaaaaaaaah!”

Those who had lost all their weapons rushed toward us.

The intention is to subdue them even by taking advantage of their numbers.

It didn't feel good to have naked guys openly attacking me, so I quickly activated my skill.

“A big release of the magpies.”

Tarrrrrrrrrrr!

Pillars and shelves were stacked high, and in an instant, a logistics warehouse was developed.

But the weapons lined up on the shelves weren't ordinary weapons.

“What······!? Suddenly······!”

The Allied forces that were about to approach hesitated and retreated.

Because the shelves in the distribution center were packed with knights from Camelot, warlocks from the Marquess, and prisoners from the asylum, using them as chairs.

“Whew!”

The prisoners whistled.

Then he turned his eyes toward the Allied Forces who were standing there with their bare bodies still.

Suddenly, that thought occurred to me.

Of all resources, isn't the most important one 'human resources'?