Chapter 39: Delivery at Doorstep

Early the next morning.

Irving got up early from his bed. Before he even opened the bedroom door, he could hear faint sounds coming from downstairs. When he went downstairs, he found freshly made fried egg sandwiches and a cup of warm milk on the table.

"You're awake?" Vicky just came out from the kitchen and smiled, "Irving, hurry up and have a taste. I learned how to make it from online videos. Luckily, there were some bread and other ingredients in the fridge."

"Okay." Irving nodded.

It was just past eight, and he was surprised that Vicky, a lady born into a wealthy family, would get up so early to prepare breakfast for him.

Ever since the death of Irving's parents, it had been a while since he had such a breakfast.

Although his past experiences had hardened his heart, at this moment, it felt as if something was being touched, and he inexplicably felt a sense of warmth.

"Is the taste okay? I think I might have overcooked the eggs a bit, they seem slightly burnt…" Vicky took a bite of the sandwich she had made herself and frowned.

Just as she was about to look up again, she noticed that the sandwich that had been on the plate moments ago was gone. Irving had finished his milk and wiped his mouth, "It's pretty good. Was it burnt? I ate it too quickly to even taste it."

Hearing this, a smile spread across Vicky's face. She then asked, "So, what's our plan for today, Irving? Are we going to start playing the game right away?"

Less than two days were left until the second round of catastrophe. She started to worry.

Many players were staying up late into the night, frantically gathering supplies in the game. Even the large guilds were on high alert. No one dared to waste time.

Especially this time, there were going to be more beasts, and the environment would be extremely harsh.

And due to dealing with Vicky's situation yesterday, a precious day had already been wasted.

"There's no rush." Irving sat leisurely on the sofa and began playing with his phone. Seeing this, Vicky couldn't help but remind him, "Irving, I checked the forum last night. Upgrading the shelter's cold protection function requires a lot of special materials, some of which are very difficult to collect. If we don't act quickly, I'm afraid we won't make it in time."

"Oh, really?" Irving smiled. He had just edited a list of items on his phone and sent it directly to Anna. Sёarch* The Novelƒire(.)ne*t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

A moment later, Anna replied with a simple one-word message: Received.

While Vicky didn't say anything more, she was anxious like a cat on hot bricks, wishing she could immediately enter the game to collect resources.

…

An hour later.

The phone rang again. Seeing Irving stand up, Vicky hurriedly followed him. She couldn't contain herself anymore, "Irving, when are we going to enter the game to prepare? If we delay any longer, it will really be too late."

Irving had long seen through her thoughts and did not hide anything anymore. He revealed the plan regarding the[Void Ring].

"You mean…" After hearing the entire plan, Vicky was stunned and couldn't help but get excited, "If we really can do as you said, then all we need to worry about is the beast attack. That's great!"

No one would have expected that while other players in the Other World were working their fingers to the bone gathering supplies, Irving had found an easier method that might even yield better results.

"Come downstairs with me. The delivery is here." Irving said, heading down the stairs. However, he wasn't sure whether this plan would work.

After all, he had only used the[Void Ring]to teleport a cup of iced Coca-Cola before. If the supplies listed on the checklist couldn't be brought into the Other World, it would truly be a hassle.

About a kilometer away from the residential area, there was a park.

The land nearby was supposed to be developed into buildings, but due to financial problems of the developer, the construction had been indefinitely postponed. As a result, the accompanying park was also abandoned, with hardly anyone visiting it.

At this moment, a large truck was parked at the entrance of the park.

The carriage was tightly covered with a black canvas, even the license plate was blocked. All the supplies in the truck were taken from the official strategic reserve depot, which was supposed to be accessible only during emergencies. This was definitely against the normal procedure.

However, through negotiations with the higher-ups, Anna managed to secure this special privilege for Irving.

"Aron, is that you?" When Irving arrived at the location according to the coordinates, he was surprised to see the tall and sturdy figure standing before him.

"You're really something. Even the higher-ups have given you the green light to bend the rules." Aron was not a fan of this. But upon receiving the order, he had no choice but to go to the strategic reserve depot and haul these supplies out. "The equipment you requested, the searchlights, heaters, and generators are all in there."

"Thanks, Aron." Irving smiled and couldn't wait to open the truck.

However, Aron stopped him with a serious face.

"What are you planning to do with these things? You're not going to take them home for personal use, are you?" Aron asked. Then, as if he had guessed something, his eyes filled with suspicion, "If that's what you're thinking, I advise you to drop this idea immediately. Even the ordinary players know that the Other World Game and reality are unidirectionally connected. It's impossible..."

"Aron." Irving interrupted him directly, "You don't need to remind me of this. All you need to do is deliver these goods to me."

Aron was speechless for a moment, but he still reminded Irving, "These materials are all military supplies. Although the higher-ups have given you the green light, they are for your personal use only. They absolutely cannot leak to the market. Otherwise, it will be very difficult to justify. Do you understand?"

Irving didn't bother to answer. He climbed directly into the truck. Seeing the neatly arranged supplies in front of him, he was overjoyed.

Four military searchlights!

These high-powered military searchlights were not available on the market. As long as there is sufficient power, the effective illumination area could reach at least one kilometer.

Five high-efficiency heaters!

All of these were specially produced by the official designated factories. They could generate the maximum amount of heat with relatively low power consumption… And most importantly, their quality is excellent, far superior to the common goods available on the market.

Even if the temperature drops to minus 30 degrees, turning on these five heaters would be more than enough for the size of Irving's shelter. In fact, it might even feel too hot.

Next came the most crucial equipment - eight mechanical generators!

However, these mechanical generators looked a bit strange, as if they were disassembled from somewhere else. There were many chain-like devices placed next to them, which had not been assembled yet.

"I really don't understand what you need these things for."

At this point, Aron also climbed into the carriage.

When his gaze fell on the mechanical generators, he shook his head and explained, "To meet your requirements, these are turbines disassembled from some old aircrafts, which the engineers have slightly modified. If you install those chains and manage to rotate them, the turbines can generate power. However..."

The turbines could be considered as motor generators, but all of them were disassembled from aircrafts. In Aron's eyes, it was impossible to generate power by rotating these turbines with chains. Who could have such massive power to drive the turbines to rotate?

And there were eight turbines in total!

Even if you brought a hundred cows here, it would be impossible…

It was barely understandable to require high-power searchlights and high-efficiency heaters.

But these eight modified aircraft turbine generators, which operate purely mechanically...

Aron racked his brains but couldn't figure it out. To his understanding, anyone with a slightly normal brain wouldn't need such a thing.

At this moment, even Irving could clearly feel the strange gaze Aron cast at him. However, he simply didn't bother to explain.

"Alright, Aron. You can go back first." Irving said.

"What about these goods?" Aron asked.

"You don't need to worry about that." Seeing that he was a bit uneasy, Irving continued, "As long as the goods are delivered to me, your task is complete. The rest has nothing to do with you. You just need to come back tonight and drive this truck back."

Aron wanted to say something but eventually shook his head and turned to leave.

"I really wonder if this kid is out of his mind!" After walking a distance, Aron finally voiced the words he had been holding back.

However, he had no idea that as soon as he left, all the equipment in the truck disappeared as if it had vanished into thin air...