Reincarnated with a Military System in Another World

Chapter 212: The Shopping



[Host: Vincent Stryder

Level: 35

Experience points: 11,351,623/12,669,129

Gold coins: 151,754,511 gold coins.]

Vincent's eyes scanned the glowing interface of his military system as he leaned back on his cot. His heart thumped with anticipation as he contemplated the next phase of their strategy. The relentless demon offensives had kept them in a reactive state for far too long. It was time to shift gears and strike back with overwhelming force.

His gaze settled on the options before him, each one promising to bolster their offensive capabilities. The sleek icons of aircraft and warships shimmered on the screen, each bearing its cost and specifications. His fingers hovered for a moment before he tapped on the first purchase.

[B-1 Bomber: Cost 5,000,000 gold coins]

Specifications:

Engine: 4x General Electric F101-GE-102 turbofan engines

Power: 30,000 pounds of thrust each

Speed: Mach 1.25 at altitude

Range: 12,000 kilometers (7,456 miles)

Payload Capacity: 84,000 pounds (38,000 kg) of ordnance

Features:

Variable-sweep wing design for high-speed and low-altitude penetration

Advanced avionics for precision targeting

Capable of carrying both conventional and nuclear payloads

Vincent watched as the gold counter ticked down, the number decreasing from 151,754,511 to 146,754,511. The purchase confirmed with a subtle chime, and a feeling of satisfaction surged through him. The B-1 Bomber, known for its devastating speed and payload, would be the perfect tool to disrupt the demon forces' infrastructure and supply lines.

Next, his attention turned to the pinnacle of stealth technology:

[B-2 Bomber: Cost 7,000,000 gold coins]

Specifications:

Engine: 4x General Electric F118-GE-100 engines

Power: 17,300 pounds of thrust each

Speed: High subsonic

Range: 11,000 kilometers (6,835 miles)

Payload Capacity: 50,000 pounds (22,700 kg) of ordnance

Features:

Stealth technology for radar evasion

Low observable characteristics for undetected deep penetration

Precision GPS and laser-guided munitions capabilities

The gold balance dropped again, leaving him with 139,754,511. The B-2 Bomber was an asset Vincent knew would give them the upper hand, capable of bypassing enemy defenses and delivering a knockout blow when the time came.

He took a deep breath as he continued, tapping on the icon of a more storied aircraft:

[B-52 Stratofortress: Cost 4,000,000 gold coins]

Specifications:

Engine: 8x Pratt & Whitney TF33-P-3/103 turbofan engines

Power: 17,000 pounds of thrust each

Speed: 650 mph (1,046 km/h)

Range: 8,800 miles (14,162 km)

Payload Capacity: 70,000 pounds (31,751 kg) of ordnance

Features:

Versatile long-range heavy bomber

Capable of deploying both conventional and nuclear payloads

High endurance with aerial refueling capabilities

The counter dropped once more, now sitting at 135,754,511. The B-52 was a strategic investment, a flying fortress that could deliver an unparalleled payload over long distances. The thought of these bombers flying in formation, darkening the skies with their formidable silhouettes, sent a thrill through him.

Finally, it was time to think about naval superiority. He scrolled down and selected the icon of a massive battleship:

[Iowa-Class Battleship: Cost 15,000,000 gold coins]

Specifications:

Displacement: 58,000 tons (full load)

Length: 887 feet (270 m)

Power: 8x Babcock & Wilcox boilers, 212,000 shaft horsepower

Speed: 33 knots (38 mph)

Armament:

9x16-inch (406 mm) guns

20x5-inch (127 mm) guns

Anti-aircraft weaponry

Tomahawk and Harpoon missile launchers

Features:

Advanced fire-control systems for precision targeting

Heavily armored hull for durability

Versatile support and strike capabilities

The purchase finalized with a satisfying chime, and his remaining gold stood at 120,754,511. The Iowa-class battleship was a symbol of power and dominance, a mobile fortress that could turn the tide of any naval engagement. Having this in his arsenal meant that Vincent could project force far beyond the shores of Akarios Island.

Vincent leaned back and closed his military system, the purchased military technology was now in his inventory. He planned on summoning them once the elves and the dwarves left the island. After all, this is a secret that he had been keeping from the denizens of this planet.

***

The morning sun painted Akarios Island in hues of gold and orange as the elves and dwarves prepared for their departure. Vincent had arranged a fleet of Blackhawk helicopters, their rotors spinning in a rhythmic thrum that echoed across the camp. Soldiers and crew members busied themselves with final checks, ensuring the aircraft were ready for the journey ahead.

Princess Elara walked toward Vincent, her silver hair catching the light as she approached. Her expression was calm yet determined, the weight of their shared victory evident in her eyes. "We must return to the Elven Kingdom, Vincent. Our people need to prepare for the battles that lie ahead. Your assistance has been more valuable than words can express." Vincent nodded, a subtle smile playing on his lips. "It was an honor to fight alongside you, Princess. We stood as one and proved our strength together. When the time comes, I hope we

will do so again."

Elara's expression softened, a trace of a smile touching her lips. "Count on it. We will send word as soon as our preparations are underway."

Queen Velara, her armor glinting in the morning sun, approached with a confident stride.

"Aye, Vincent. The dwarves must return to our mountain halls. We will stoke our forges and craft weapons that will make even the demons tremble. When the time comes, you'll find us

ready." Vincent extended his arm, and Velara clasped it firmly in a warrior's handshake. "I look forward to that day, Your Majesty. Safe travels to you and your warriors."

Velara nodded, her emerald eyes flashing with determination as she turned to rally her

dwarven kin. The dwarves, ever steadfast, began moving toward the helicopters, their heavy boots thudding against the packed earth.

The elves, moving with their signature grace, followed suit. They whispered farewells to the human soldiers who stood nearby, forming bonds that had been strengthened in the fires of battle. Elara paused before boarding, her eyes meeting Vincent's one last time. The shared resolve between them spoke louder than words.

The rhythmic thrum of the helicopters filled the air as the elves and dwarves climbed aboard.

Within moments, the first Blackhawk lifted into the sky, its blades slicing through the crisp morning air. One by one, the helicopters ascended, carrying their allies away from the island that had been both a battleground and a testament to their unity.

Vincent watched as the helicopters grew smaller in the distance, their dark shapes blending into the sky. The island felt quieter now, a calm settling over the camp as the last echoes of

rotor blades faded away.

"Commander," Brandt said, stepping up beside Vincent. "What now?"

Vincent turned, a glimmer of determination in his eyes. "Now, we prepare for the offensive.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

It's time we take the fight to them. I am going to summon the newly acquired hardware that I

bought from the system."

"Oh...what might that be?"

Vincent allowed a small grin to spread across his face, the anticipation making his pulse

quicken. "Follow me, Brandt. It's time for the world to see what true firepower looks like."

Brandt's brow furrowed in curiosity as he followed Vincent down the path to the airfield. The area had been cleared of debris and remnants from the recent battle, its expansive stretch now basked in the soft morning light. The few soldiers present exchanged puzzled glances, wondering why their commander had called for such an early assembly.

Vincent stepped into the center of the airfield, the wind carrying the scent of salt and smoke. He opened his military system interface, the holographic display glowing faintly in the morning sun. A few taps on the screen, and the atmosphere shifted as a low, mechanical hum

resonated through the air.

"Brandt, you're about to witness our edge," Vincent said, eyes fixed on the shimmering light forming in the distance.

The first to materialize was the B-1 Bomber. Its sleek, aggressive lines and variable-sweep wings glistened as it phased into reality. Soldiers gasped, their eyes widening as they took in the sight of the powerful aircraft. The bomber sat motionless for a moment before its engines whirred to life, emitting a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through the ground.

[B-1 Bomber: Summoned]

Next, the B-2 Bomber appeared, its black, bat-like shape seeming almost ethereal in the light. Its stealthy silhouette was both beautiful and menacing, embodying the pinnacle of military innovation. The onlookers were speechless as they watched the seamless arrival of

such a formidable force.

[B-2 Bomber: Summoned]

Vincent didn't pause. With a swipe of his hand, the B-52 Stratofortress began to appear, its imposing frame stretching across the airfield. The sheer size of the aircraft, combined with its reputation as a long-range powerhouse, drew murmurs of awe and disbelief from the gathered soldiers.

[B-52 Stratofortress: Summoned]

The air vibrated as the trio of bombers stood in formation, gleaming under the rising sun. The

men and women on the ground exchanged looks of astonishment, some of them unable to suppress the smiles creeping across their faces. The sight promised hope-a turning point in a war that had taken so much from them.

And then came the crescendo: the Iowa-Class Battleship, summoned in the waters just

beyond the island. The vessel's immense hull seemed to displace the very ocean itself, its presence an unspoken declaration of power. Cannons, missile launchers, and anti-aircraft weaponry adorned its deck, a fortress of steel prepared to rain fire on any who dared to oppose

them.

[Iowa-Class Battleship: Summoned]