Modern Weapons Cheat in Fantasy World-Chapter 11: The Second Night
The night descended on the city of Berm, but it was still brightly lit thanks to the illuminating stones inside a light post.
Without electricity or gas or oil, in this world, the people of this planet has conquered the night with magic.
And the city was alive with activity here and there, most of them going to the market to purchase foods and other stuffs.
But for Marcus, there’s some work to do. He has an exam tomorrow and there’s material he needs to review. However, how could one study if their stomach is empty?
With that, Marcus went to the market and approached one of the stalls that sells beef skewers.
"Good evening, sir! Fresh beef skewers! Grilled just now!"
The vendor stood behind a narrow charcoal pit. Smoke rose in thin lines, carrying the smell of fat and seasoning. Strips of beef were threaded through metal skewers, edges browned, juices dripping onto the coals with a sharp hiss.
Marcus stepped closer.
"How much?" he asked.
"Ten kinah per stick."
Marcus reached into the leather pouch inside his coat and pulled out two silver coins. He placed it on the wooden counter.
"Two."
The vendor nodded, turned, and grabbed two skewers from the grill. He brushed them once with a dark glaze from a clay bowl, then handed them over wrapped in a sheet of rough paper.
"Careful. Hot."
Marcus took them and stepped aside, out of the line.
The first bite was hot enough to sting his tongue. The outside was charred. The inside still soft. Salt and something bitter—ground herbs, maybe. Not bad.
Across the street, a woman sold flatbread from a stone oven. A group of men argued over dice near a barrel turned into a table. Somewhere behind him, a lute played off-key.
Marcus finished the first skewer, then the second.
That’s it, he was full since the skewers were huge. Now he needed a refreshment.
Marcus wiped his fingers on the edge of the paper and crumpled it in one hand.
He looked around.
Two stalls down, a man stood behind a wooden cart fitted with a barrel and a row of clay cups hanging from hooks. A small sign hung from the front.
Cold barley drink – 5 kinah.
Marcus walked over.
"One cup," he said.
The vendor dipped a ladle into the barrel and poured a pale liquid into a clay cup. Foam gathered at the rim.
Marcus handed over a silver coin. The vendor bit it once out of habit, then slipped it into a pouch at his waist, and then gave him five copper coins as change.
After taking his dinner, he went back to the Silver Stag where he would review.
Marcus gave the innkeeper a short nod and headed upstairs.
Inside his room, he locked the door and set the leather pouch of coins on the small table beside the bed. He removed the thin booklet Elaina had given him and placed it under the lampstone fixed to the wall. The crystal embedded in the iron bracket glowed with a steady white light.
He sat down and opened the booklet to the first marked section.
Monster Classification.
The page was divided into tiers.
Tier E – Minor threats. Slimes, small goblin scouts, oversized vermin. Low intelligence. Usually encountered in groups or near settlements.
Tier D – Organized low-level threats. Goblin packs, dire wolves, lesser undead. Moderate strength. Capable of basic tactics.
Tier C – Large solitary threats or coordinated bands. Ogres, hobgoblins, armored beasts. High physical strength. Limited reasoning but dangerous in close combat.
Tier B – Advanced threats. Trolls, mid-level magical beasts, rogue mages. Strong regeneration or spellcasting capability.
Tier A – Major threats. High-tier magical creatures, dragons of lesser age, dungeon anomalies.
Tier S – Catastrophic threats. Rare. Requires joint operations.
Marcus leaned back slightly.
Ogres. Tier C.
He had handled eight of them alone.
He turned the page.
Ranking System.
E Rank – Entry level. Restricted to Tier E quests.
D Rank – Access to Tier D quests. Requires minimum completed quests and evaluation.
C Rank – Mid-tier. Independent assignments. Increased pay and liability.
B Rank – Advanced adventurers. Access to specialized requests.
A Rank – Elite.
S Rank – Exceptional individuals. Rare.
Marcus traced the progression with his eyes.
All new applicants begin at E.
He flipped to the next section.
Quest Tiers.
Requests were categorized by threat level and complexity. Each posting included:
– Objective
– Location
– Estimated threat tier
– Reward amount
– Time constraint
Failure to report incomplete or abandoned quests resulted in penalty points. Accumulated penalties led to suspension.
Then he turned to Guild Laws.
Article 1 – Conduct within city limits. No unsanctioned violence. No private enforcement of debts under guild banner.
Article 2 – Obligation to report large-scale threats.
Article 3 – No falsification of quest completion.
Article 4 – Cooperation with city guards when required.
Marcus shifted in his chair.
So the guild wasn’t just a job board. It was regulated.
He moved to emergency procedures.
If an adventurer encounters a threat above declared rank capability, retreat and report immediately.
Failure to retreat when ordered by a senior-ranked adventurer may result in liability penalties.
"Well, that’s easy," Marcus commented and then recalled something. He wanted to know the exchange rate between the currency of this world and military credits. He hasn’t used his military credits yet so his balance remained 100,000 points.
He placed ten silver coins, which is 100 kinah. He activated his system.
Detected: Local Currency – Kinah (Silver Coins).
Conversion available. Confirm?
"Yes."
The text shifted.
Current Military Credits: 100,000
Detected Value: 100 Kinah
Proposed Conversion Rate: 1 Kinah = 10 Military Credits
Total if Converted: 1,000 Military Credits
Confirm transaction?
Marcus narrowed his eyes.
One kinah equals ten credits.
He looked back at the coins on the table.
So one hundred kinah would give him one thousand credits.
And one gold coin... one gold was equal to one hundred kinah.
Which meant one gold coin equaled one thousand military credits.
He did the math in his head.
One thousand two hundred gold deposited in the bank.
That was one hundred twenty thousand kinah.
At ten credits per kinah...
1,200 gold = 120,000 kinah
120,000 kinah = 1,200,000 military credits.
His jaw tightened slightly.
That meant the reward he just earned could multiply his balance more than ten times over.
He exhaled slowly.
"Cancel transaction," he said quietly.
The interface blinked.
Transaction cancelled.
He wanted to see what he could buy from 100,000 military credits. He switched to another tab in his system and browsed the Weapons, Vehicles, Aircrafts, Naval Ships.
[Small Arms
Glock 19 Gen 5 – 500 MC
SIG Sauer P320 – 550 MC
FN SCAR-L (Mk16) – 2,500 MC
HK416 – 2,800 MC
M4A1 Carbine – 2,200 MC
AK-15 – 1,800 MC
SR-25 – 4,000 MC
HK417 – 3,500 MC
M249 SAW – 6,000 MC
M240B – 7,500 MC
Precision / Sniper Systems
Barrett M107 – 8,500 MC
Accuracy International AXMC – 7,500 MC
CheyTac M200 Intervention – 12,000 MC
Launchers & Support Weapons
RPG-7 – 3,000 MC
Carl Gustaf M4 – 9,000 MC
M72 LAW – 2,000 MC
FGM-148 Javelin (launcher + 1 missile) – 45,000 MC
M224 60mm Mortar – 6,500 MC
L16 81mm Mortar – 12,000 MC
Light Vehicles
Humvee (HMMWV) – 60,000 MC
JLTV – 180,000 MC
Toyota Land Cruiser 79 (Militarized) – 40,000 MC
M113 Armored Personnel Carrier – 250,000 MC
Stryker Infantry Carrier Vehicle – 1,200,000 MC
BTR-82A – 900,000 MC
Main Battle Tanks
M1A2 Abrams – 8,000,000 MC
Leopard 2A7 – 7,500,000 MC
T-90M – 6,000,000 MC
Rotary Aircraft
UH-60 Black Hawk – 6,000,000 MC
AH-64 Apache – 20,000,000 MC
CH-47 Chinook – 12,000,000 MC
Fixed-Wing Aircraft
F-16 Fighting Falcon – 25,000,000 MC
F-35 Lightning II – 80,000,000 MC
A-10 Thunderbolt II – 18,000,000 MC
Naval Assets
Mark VI Patrol Boat – 15,000,000 MC
Cyclone-class Patrol Ship – 25,000,000 MC
Arleigh Burke-class Destroyer – 1,800,000,000 MC
Virginia-class Submarine – 2,800,000,000 MC]
"So that’s what I can buy huh?" Marcus grinned. So he just needs to farm kinah and then convert it so he can have access to those freedom weapons.
"Very well..."
