The inventory count climbed higher and higher with every passing second as the gacha system continued vomiting military hardware directly into storage.

Aircraft.

Bombs.

Missiles.

Fuel.

Entire armored units.

At this point, Adrian genuinely felt like he was cheating reality itself.

Outside the office walls, thousands of soldiers were desperately trying to survive against an apocalyptic swarm.

Meanwhile here he was—

Rolling loot boxes capable of funding entire wars.

The interface flashed again.

[Spin 801 Results:]

F-22 Raptor x 1

AIM-120D AMRAAM x 40

AIM-9X Sidewinder x 24

20mm Vulcan Ammo x 80,000 rounds

Stealth Aircraft Maintenance Kits x 12

Advanced Radar Absorbent Panels x 20

Pilot Combat Flight Suits x 8

JP-8 Fuel x 120,000 liters

Aircraft Ground Tow Vehicles x 4

Encrypted Tactical Communication Systems x 10

Adrian blinked slowly.

"...A fucking Raptor."

He leaned back slightly.

The system was escalating again.

The higher the spins went, the crazier the rewards became.

Another distant vibration rolled through the office from outside.

Artillery.

Still firing.

Still fighting.

Adrian immediately focused back on the interface.

The system rolled again.

[Spin 846 Results:]

M134D Vehicle Miniguns x 12

7.62 Belted Ammo x 400,000 rounds

MATV MRAP Vehicles x 8

M1126 Stryker ICV x 6

MK19 Grenade Launchers x 20

40mm HEDP Grenades x 40,000

Combat Medical Stations x 6

Field Surgical Equipment x 10

Diesel Fuel x 180,000 liters

Portable Generator Systems x 20

"That’s enough to equip another entire mechanized company..."

The interface flashed once more.

[Spin 903 Results:]

K9 Thunder Self-Propelled Howitzer x 4

155mm HE Shells x 4,000

155mm Precision Guided Shells x 200

155mm Airburst Shells x 1,200

Ammo Carrier Vehicles x 8

Artillery Fire Control Computers x 10

Counter-Battery Radar Systems x 2

Engineering Excavators x 6

Heavy Recovery Trucks x 4

Diesel Fuel x 240,000 liters

Adrian slowly rubbed his face.

The amount of artillery ammunition alone was absurd now.

The defenders outside could bombard the infected for days at this rate.

Maybe longer.

The system continued spinning.

[Spin 947 Results:]

MQ-9 Reaper Drones x 6

AGM-114 Hellfire Missiles x 120

GBU-12 Paveway II Bombs x 60

Advanced ISR Sensor Pods x 12

Satellite Uplink Systems x 6

Drone Ground Control Stations x 4

Airborne Surveillance Arrays x 8

Drone Spare Components x 20

JP-8 Fuel x 100,000 liters

Recon Operator Equipment Sets x 30

Adrian exhaled sharply.

"Jesus..."

The battlefield outside was turning into a full-scale modern war machine by the second.

Then, the interface suddenly flashed gold again.

Brighter than before.

Much brighter.

Adrian straightened instantly.

Rare reward.

Very rare.

The screen flickered for a moment before the results appeared.

[Spin 999 Results:]

B-2 Spirit Stealth Bomber x 1

GBU-57 Massive Ordnance Penetrator x 4

GBU-31 JDAM Bombs x 240

AGM-158 JASSM-ER Cruise Missiles x 80

Advanced Stealth Maintenance Modules x 12

Strategic Bombing Targeting Systems x 6

Satellite Guided Navigation Arrays x 10

Aircraft Ground Support Vehicles x 20

Runway Expansion Equipment x 10

JP-8 Fuel x 500,000 liters

Adrian stared at the screen silently.

"...What the fuck."

A B-2.

An actual stealth strategic bomber.

And not just that—

The system gave him bunker busters powerful enough to destroy underground fortifications.

The office remained quiet except for the distant muffled sounds of war outside.

Even Adrian himself was beginning to feel disturbed by how powerful the system was becoming.

Then finally, the last roll appeared.

[Spin 1000 Results:]

5.56×45mm NATO Ammo x 2,000,000 rounds

7.62×51mm NATO Ammo x 1,200,000 rounds

12.7×99mm Ammo x 400,000 rounds

25mm Bushmaster Ammo x 300,000 rounds

30mm GAU-8 Ammo x 240,000 rounds

120mm Abrams Shells x 2,000

155mm Artillery Shells x 8,000

227mm Guided HIMARS Rockets x 400

JP-8 Fuel x 1,000,000 liters

Diesel Fuel x 2,000,000 liters

Adrian slowly leaned back against his chair.

For several seconds, he didn’t say anything.

Because the sheer amount of logistics, firepower, and military hardware now sitting inside system storage was absolutely insane.

The ammunition problem?

Gone.

Completely gone.

Heck, he even received fresh military hardware that he could use to reinforce the frontlines.

Adrian stared at the massive inventory list still floating in front of him.

Millions of rounds of ammunition.

Thousands of artillery shells.

Entire armored formations.

Strategic bombers.

Missile defense systems.

Attack helicopters.

Fuel reserves large enough to sustain an active military campaign for months.

And the craziest part?

He still had points left.

Adrian let out a slow breath before standing up from his chair.

Outside, another distant rumble shook the office windows as artillery batteries continued hammering the infected beyond the perimeter.

The battle was still ongoing.

But now, the balance had shifted again.

He looked at the system interface once more.

[Remaining Points: 6,843,220]

"...Still six million left," Adrian muttered.

That was absurd.

He had just burned through a thousand spins and still possessed enough points to continue building an army several times over.

For a moment, Adrian genuinely wondered where all of this would eventually lead.

At first, he only wanted enough firepower to survive.

Then enough to defend a base.

Now?

Now he had enough military hardware to start rebuilding an entire nation under armed protection.

The thought itself felt dangerous.

Adrian shook his head slightly before dismissing the interface.

The blue holographic screen vanished instantly.

Silence filled the office briefly afterward, though the muffled sounds of war still echoed faintly outside the walls.

Then Adrian moved.

He unlocked the office door and stepped out into the hallway.

The moment he returned toward the command center, the distant sounds became louder again.

Machine guns.

Tank fire.

Aircraft engines overhead.

The entire base still sounded like it was under siege.

Because it was.

Several personnel immediately looked toward Adrian as he entered the command center again.

One of the logistics officers hurried toward him.

"Sir, we’re beginning emergency rationing on—"

"Cancel it," Adrian interrupted calmly.

The officer blinked.

"...Sir?"

Adrian walked directly toward the central tactical table.

"We have resupply."

The room went quiet for a second and then realized it.

Adrian looked toward one of the operators.

"I want all logistics teams mobilized immediately. Open storage sectors Echo through Kilo."

"Yes, sir."

"Prepare transport convoys. Ammunition priority first. Send 5.56, 7.62, .50 caliber, and artillery shells to all frontline sectors immediately."

Several officers quickly looked at each other in confusion.

Because they knew those storage sectors were nearly empty earlier.

But Adrian continued speaking before anyone could question him further.

"Fuel reserves are replenished. Tank units and IFVs are authorized unrestricted operational movement again."

Now the room became completely silent.

Even the logistics officers looked stunned.

One analyst finally spoke carefully.

"Sir... how much resupply are we talking about?"

Adrian looked at the battlefield display for a moment. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

The southern perimeter still burned beneath nonstop combat while the infected continued flooding toward the base.

Then he answered calmly.

"Enough to keep this war going."