Chapter 39: Exchange Tab

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Chapter 39 of "I Have a Military Shop Tab in Fantasy World" kicks off revealing: Chapter 39: Exchange TabThe morning sun filtered lazily through the stained glass window of Inigo’s... Find out what’s next!

Chapter 39: Exchange TabThe morning sun filtered lazily through the stained glass window of Inigo’s suite at the Amber Hearth. He sat at the edge of the bed, shirt half-buttoned. The previous night’s windfall still buzzed in his head. Nearly three thousand gold in just one hunt. He pulled the pouch open and thumbed through the smooth edges of stamped coins and ingots—tokens of real success. Not just survival, but victory. Control. Choice. "Time to see what you’re really worth," he muttered. With a deep breath, Inigo opened his system interface. [System Accessed: Shop of Freedom] [Tab: Token Exchange — Real Currency to System Token] [Current Balance: 10005 Tokens] He had used this feature before, and he had forgotten the exchange rate. He selected the exchange tab and input the amount. [Enter Amount to Exchange: 1500 Gold Coins] He hesitated a moment, then confirmed. [Calculating exchange rate...] [Gold-to-Token Ratio (Subject to fluctuation based on market value): 1 Gold = 100 Tokens] [Exchange Confirmed: 1500 Gold → 150,000 Tokens] [New Token Balance: 161,000] Inigo blinked. "...Holy shit." He sat back against the headboard, staring at the shimmering number now displayed on his system HUD. He had never seen more than five digits in his token balance before—now it was six. One hundred and fifty thousand tokens. That was enough to buy an arsenal. Or tanks and tactical drones. Hell, maybe even something ridiculous like cruise missiles. He opened the weapon’s tab and browsed items that was available for purchase based from his balance. Inigo’s finger hovered over the glowing screen of his system interface as he scrolled through the Weapons and Tactical Equipment tab. Rows upon rows of high-tech tools and vehicles blinked to life with crisp, rotating 3D models. His eyes narrowed as he skimmed past dozens of options. [M1A2 Abrams Main Battle Tank – 45,000 Tokens] [UH-60 Black Hawk Helicopter – 30,000 Tokens] [M2 Bradley IFV – 20,000 Tokens] Each one was a marvel of modern warfare—fully functional, real-world armaments with armor plating, engine specs, and ammunition packages listed like product descriptions in a catalogue. Inigo sat up straighter, tapping on the Black Hawk Helicopter, watching it spin in a real-time hologram. "Comes with automated avionics, 4-door capacity, reinforced plating..." he murmured, eyes scanning the features. "Combat ready. Fast insertion. Built-in flares." It was tempting. Tempting as hell. But there was one problem. He didn’t know how to fly a helicopter. Searᴄh the ηovelFire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. He tapped on the Bradley IFV next, reading its specs: troop carrier, 25mm cannon, TOW missile pod. Again, incredible potential—but also again, he wasn’t sure he could operate it. Maybe the system gave him some of the necessary training. Maybe it didn’t. He didn’t want to find out by crashing the damn thing or failing to move it out of a field in the middle of battle. Inigo leaned back, rubbing his jaw. "Too risky," he muttered. "I don’t want to waste my balance on a piece of hardware that might not work by a single man. I know that military hardware requires a team to operate." He tapped back to the Support Weapon Systems section and filtered the options: [Remote-operated / Autonomous] That was more like it. Smaller icons loaded in. Less flashy than the tanks and choppers, but a hell of a lot more practical. His eyes scanned each row with growing interest. [M2 Browning .50 Cal Remote Turret – 1,500 Tokens] [Recon Drone – Type 04 "Hawkeye" – 3,500 Tokens] [Anti-Personnel Drone – CQC Class – 5,200 Tokens] He tapped on the M2 Browning Remote Turret first. The rotating preview showed a stabilized mount designed to be deployed in less than thirty seconds. It could be operated via a tablet interface from up to 500 meters away, came preloaded with thermal and motion sensors, and auto-tracked enemies if the signal was lost. He liked it. He really liked it. He scrolled further—then stopped. His eyes locked onto a new listing. [Tracked Combat Drone – Unit Designation: WLSN-7 "Wheeler"] Cost: 15,000 Tokens Loadout: Twin 5.56mm Miniguns (2500 Rounds), Micro-missile Pod (6 HE Rockets), Forward Camera + Infrared + Audio Feed, All-Terrain Treads Control: Manual or AI Assisted, Linked through Freedom OS Interface Features: Combat AI, Auto-Retreat Protocols, Self-Destruct System, Deployable Smoke] Inigo leaned forward slowly. The thing looked like a cross between a miniature tank and a robot dog from hell. It had a low profile, armored hull, treads that could climb uneven rock and shallow slopes, and weapons tucked beneath retractable armor plates. He could picture it patrolling ahead of him, opening fire while he stayed in cover. "You’re perfect," he said quietly. He opened the full preview and watched a simulated combat video. The Wheeler rolled out from behind a dune, mini-guns spinning, tearing through animated targets. It locked onto heat signatures, launched two micro-rockets that turned a bunker door into scrap, then vanished behind a smoke screen as it retreated. This was it. Not as expensive as the vehicles, not as flashy—but deadly, mobile, and more importantly—remote-controlled. No piloting needed. Just command, point, and fire. [Purchase: WLSN-7 "Wheeler" – 15,000 Tokens?] [Confirm?] He didn’t even hesitate. [Transaction Complete.] [WLSN-7 "Wheeler" added to Inventory.] [Remaining Balance: 146,005 Tokens] A sharp glow pulsed across his HUD as the system integrated the drone’s control interface into his wrist menu. A new submenu appeared: [Deployed Combat Support Units] He tapped it open. A single line pulsed. WLSN-7 – Status: Offline. Ready for Deployment. Inigo grinned, he wondered what it would look like in real life. So he deployed it by simply tapping on its icon. Suddenly—a magic circle appeared from the WLSN-7 rose from the magic circle like a war machine from another age—low to the ground, angular armor plating catching the morning light, treads softly whirring as it booted to life. Its twin miniguns rotated once with a soft click-click, sensors flickering red and green as it completed a quick startup check. Then, it tilted its chassis—slightly—toward Inigo. "...Is it bowing?" he muttered, squinting. The drone let out a soft beep-beep, and then, to Inigo’s stunned amusement, it scooted forward on its treads and nudged lightly against his boot. Like a cat. A very dangerous, gun-wielding cat. "Uh... forward," he said experimentally. The WLSN-7 darted ahead a few feet. "Stop." It froze instantly. "Back." It reversed. "Spin." The drone whirled on the spot, treads skimming against the wooden floor in a full circle before halting and giving a cheerful beep once more. Inigo blinked, then started laughing. "You are going to be my familiar in this world." The drone tilted slightly again, its twin miniguns dipping like ears. "Yeah, we are going to have many adventures together."

Chapter 39: Exchange Tab

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