[User: Thomas Estaris]
[Level: 47]
[Experience Points: 83,321,663/84,015,992]
[Skills: Combat Proficiency Level 4, Weapon’s Proficiency Level 4, Charisma Level 4, Leadership Level 4. Driving Level 4. Aviation Level 4.]
[Souls: 1M+]
[Blood Coins: 54,341,555]
Thomas looked at his new stats, and the amount of blood coins that he received was a huge reward as with that amount, he would be able to appropriate more weapons and military hardware, increase manpower, and strengthen their base in case of another wave.
Moments later, as he was still staring at it, another message prompted.
[There will be new features unlocked for the system:
You can assign your summon to access the system. The summon that you have granted access to can make purchases in the system. This is only limited to one summon, and you can change it anytime.
Thomas read the new feature and realized the importance of it. After all this time, he was the one buying the military hardware as he was the exclusive user of the system, and despite it being an easy task, he knew that he was missing out some unique aspects in the buying process as he would often time prioritize what’s cooler than what is important.
For example, buying an AC-130 and not being able to deploy it during the zombie wave due to the lack of infrastructure. The blood coins that was spent on could have been used to purchase more tanks, IFV, helicopters, and guns
Thomas exhaled, thinking through the implications. Up until now, he had been the sole controller of the system, making every decision on what to buy and when. While that gave him complete control, it also meant he was prone to personal biases—choosing what was cool rather than what was necessary.
His recent mistake with the AC-130 was proof of that. It was a powerful gunship, yes, but without the proper airstrips and refueling stations, it was useless during the last zombie wave. If he had allocated those Blood Coins toward tanks, IFVs, more helicopters, or better ground fortifications, the fight would have been much easier.
With this new feature, he could offload some of the decision-making to someone more specialized.
But who should he assign?
His mind immediately went to Marcus—his Deputy Chief of Staff. He is the perfect man for the role…and he will inform him later.
He grabbed a towel, running it over his damp hair before wrapping it around his waist. His muscles ached slightly—not from battle, but from last night’s other activities.
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He smirked at the thought. Erica had certainly been… energetic.
Shaking his head, he focused on the present. He had wasted enough time, and now it was back to business.
With efficient movements, he toweled himself dry and moved toward the closet in his suite. Inside was a selection of neatly arranged military and casual clothing. He grabbed a black tactical shirt, dark combat pants, and a pair of sturdy boots
Once dressed, he strapped on his tactical wrist device, adjusted the holster on his belt, and ensured that his sidearm was secured properly. Even inside their fortified base, he never walked unarmed.
Finally, he ran a hand through his damp hair, ruffling it into place before exhaling deeply.
Time to get to work.
***
At the command center, Conrad.
Thomas was greeted and saluted by his officials.
Thomas strode into the Command Center, his presence immediately drawing attention from his officials and officers. Conversations halted momentarily, and soldiers snapped to attention, saluting as he passed.
He acknowledged them with a nod, wasting no time as he approached the central operations table, where Marcus, Adrian, Rebecca, and several other high-ranking personnel awaited him.
"Commander," Marcus greeted him first, his expression sharp and focused. "Good to have you back."
Thomas nodded, stepping forward as he looked at the map of the MOA complex displayed over the screen.
"What’s the latest?" he asked, his tone all business.
"Well, we have exterminated all the zombies near our perimeter…we have successfully defended the MOA complex from the zombie wave," Marcus reported.
"How about our casualty reports?
"We lost 80 men," he reported and continued. "We have another 89 wounded, though most are stable thanks to our medics."
Thomas exhaled through his nose, his expression neutral, but internally, he was calculating. The losses weren’t catastrophic, but they were still losses. Every soldier that died was another trained fighter that had to be replaced, another drain on resources, and another reminder that they were still in a war of attrition.
"How’s the morale?" he asked.
Marcus folded his arms. "It’s holding. The fact that we won and didn’t get overwhelmed helps. The men are exhausted but relieved." He paused. "That being said, we need to start reinforcing recruitment. Some of our guys have been fighting non-stop for weeks. Even the best soldiers will burn out eventually."
"Well they can rest now since we have finished the emergency quest. Oh—I forgot, how about our military hardware? I’m sure some of them were destroyed due to the emergence of the mutated zombies, right?"
"That is right sir, but we are still finalizing the reports. The moment we confirm it, we will relay it to you."
"That would be great as I’m planning on increasing our military hardware by a lot. And there will be massive reconstruction of the MOA complex to accommodate fixed-wing aircraft."
"About time sir," Marcus said, chuckling.
Then Thomas addressed the whole staffers present inside the command center.
"Everyone, I would like to thank you all for your unwavering efforts in defending this base and ensuring our survival. Your dedication, resilience, and sacrifice have allowed us to overcome yet another challenge. But the war isn’t over. Our next priority is fortification. We need to ensure that the next wave, whenever it comes, won’t even get close to our walls. That means stronger defenses, better weapons, and a more sustainable supply chain. Effective immediately, we’ll be focusing on restructuring MOA into a true military stronghold."
He paused for a moment as he turned to Marcus. "Marcus, you will be the one handling that operation."
"Me sir?" Marcus asked, pointing to himself.
Thomas nodded. "Yes you are as I will grant you access to my system. Whatever this base needs, you will provide, and I prefer the base overgeared."
"Yes sir! It will be an honor."