I Have a Modern Weapon Gacha System in the Zombie Apocalypse-Chapter 26: Spinning the Gacha and a Potential New Base

Adrian entered the bedroom and locked the door. Alone in this room, he would be able to check his system without anyone interrupting.

He thought of opening the system and then it appeared before his eyes. And suddenly, he was flooded with notifications that filled the room. Most of which are him killing zombies, mutated ones, and rescuing survivors. But he swept his hand, dismissing it all.

What he only needs is how many points he earned from the rescue operation. Which he knew would be a lot considering the fact he had killed a lot of zombies and that mutated birds and the survivors.

Adrian focused his attention on the corner of the blue interface where the point counter usually sat.

The scrolling notifications slowed.

Then they reorganized themselves into a clean list.

The system began tallying the rewards from the entire operation.

A new prompt appeared.

[Combat Log – Operation Summary]

Infected Eliminated: 523

Points per Infected: +50

Total: +26,150 Points

Adrian blinked once.

That was already far more than he had expected.

But the system wasn’t finished.

Another line appeared beneath it.

[Mutated Hostile Eliminated: Aerial Variant]

Kills: 6

Points per Mutated Hostile: +5,000

Total: +30,000 Points

Adrian leaned back slightly.

Six.

One on the way to Okada with the Javelin.

Five during the aerial fight on the return trip.

Thirty thousand points just from those monsters.

The interface updated again.

[Survivor Rescue]

Total Survivors Extracted: 29

Points per Survivor: +800

Total: +23,200 Points

The three sections merged together.

The system performed the final calculation.

For a moment the interface flickered as if confirming the data.

Then the result appeared in bold.

[Operation Points Earned: 79,350]

"79,350?"

Adrian repeated the number that appeared on the total. He had earned that much? He had expected a lot but not to this degree. So there was a benefit in helping others, not just unnecessary hero play. It is a massive boost for him as he could use those points to use the gacha system 79 times and might even receive a new set of military hardware and personnel.

"Okay," he muttered. "Let’s see what kind of luck I get today."

The blue interface shifted as soon as he selected the option.

Adrian rolled his shoulders once.

"Alright," he said quietly.

"Let’s go."

He tapped the spin command.

The interface immediately burst into motion.

Symbols spun across the screen in rapid succession—crates, rifles, aircraft silhouettes, armored vehicles, supply icons, personnel insignias. The familiar chime rang as rewards began appearing.

Ding.

Ding.

Ding.

Ding.

The system started delivering equipment faster than he could even properly read it.

Assault rifles.

Ammunition crates.

Military rations.

Medical kits.

Another crate of grenades.

A pair of armored vehicles.

Then another aircraft icon flashed across the interface.

Adrian leaned forward slightly.

"Wait... what?"

The next spin triggered immediately.

Ding.

More equipment.

Another personnel unit.

Then another.

The icons kept appearing.

Weapons.

Vehicles.

Heavy weapons.

Communications gear.

More aircraft silhouettes.

Adrian’s inventory grid began filling rapidly.

He didn’t even try to read everything anymore.

He just kept pressing the spin command.

The system responded instantly.

Ding.

Ding.

Ding.

The room remained silent except for the soft electronic chime repeating again and again.

After the twentieth spin, Adrian had already stopped trying to track what he was getting.

After the thirtieth, the inventory page had expanded automatically.

After the fiftieth spin, new tabs began appearing.

[Ground Vehicles]

[Aircraft]

[Personnel Units]

[Weapons & Equipment]

Adrian rubbed his eyes briefly.

"Jesus..."

But he kept going.

Ding.

Ding.

Ding.

The interface kept delivering rewards without slowing down.

More helicopters.

Another armored transport.

Heavy machine guns.

Crates of ammunition.

More soldiers.

Even larger aircraft icons appeared during several spins.

Adrian stared at one of them for a moment before the next spin triggered.

"Did that just say fighter jet...?" 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

But the system moved too fast.

Another spin.

Then another.

And another.

One hour later.

The room was quiet again.

The spinning interface finally stopped.

Adrian sat in the chair, staring at the expanded inventory screen floating in front of him.

The list was... enormous.

He slowly leaned back and let out a long breath.

"Holy hell..."

In the span of an hour, the system had delivered a massive amount of equipment.

Weapons.

Hundreds of them.

Rifles, pistols, machine guns, sniper systems, launchers, and enough ammunition to sustain extended combat.

Entire pallets of military supplies had appeared in the inventory.

Medical gear.

Field rations.

Protective equipment.

Communications systems.

Then there were the vehicles.

Armored trucks.

Military transport vehicles.

Additional tactical ground vehicles.

Some were designed for troop transport.

Others were clearly meant for heavier combat roles.

And the aircraft...

Adrian scrolled through the aircraft tab slowly.

Several more helicopters had been added to the list.

Transport helicopters.

Utility helicopters.

Attack helicopters.

Even a handful of fixed-wing aircraft appeared further down the inventory.

Large silhouettes.

Fighter jets.

He stared at that section for a long moment.

Then there were the personnel units.

More soldiers.

With it, he could technically have his own private militia. However the problem is that they don’t have any suitable base. Sure this condo could offer some protection but it’s not built for an apocalypse base. He needed to find one soon.

So he went outside and asked for a phone from Marco.

Marco handed it without hesitation and he went searching for a military base. Then, he found one, in Pangasinan, there is an air base called Cesar Basa Air Base. It’s far from the population center and possibly there could be still survivors in the area as it is a military base.

As he knew, a military base is one of the secure locations in times of zombie apocalypse. It’s worth checking out.

"Good thing the data is still working," Adrian said, handing back the phone to Marco.

"What did you find?" Marco asked.

"I am looking for a place where we could relocate. This building wouldn’t do," Adrian finished.

Marco frowned slightly. "What do you mean?"

Adrian leaned against the wall beside the dining table and crossed his arms.

"This condo is fine for short-term shelter," he said. "But long-term? No."

Marco waited.

Adrian continued.

"Think about it. We have almost thirty extra survivors now. More might show up later if they see helicopters landing here. Food is limited. Water supply depends on the building pumps. If the power grid fails, we lose refrigeration, lighting, elevators, everything."

Marco slowly nodded.

"And we’re surrounded by the city," Adrian added. "Millions of people lived here. That means millions of infected wandering around eventually."

Liza, who had been listening from the sofa with Chandrika and the others, looked uneasy.

"So... this place isn’t safe?" she asked.

"It’s safe for now," Adrian replied calmly. "But we need somewhere better before things get worse."

Marco rubbed his chin. "So what did you find?"

Adrian straightened.

"A military installation."