Unholy Player-Chapter 132: The Plan (Part 1)

"I’m returning to my room. Don’t disturb me until I come out," Adyr said, turning on his heel. He walked back toward the mansion with calm, unhurried steps. Just before stepping inside, he paused and glanced at Vesha.

"Can you have someone prepare a meal for me?"

The last thing he had eaten was a couple of canned rations, right after the Cannibal fight, or perhaps after bullying him, and now the empty hollow in his stomach was starting to gnaw at him.

"Sure," Vesha nodded gently.

She didn’t question his decision, but the others watching him did, silently. Even if he chose not to fight, they had at least expected him to show some gesture of support. Instead, he’d simply turned away and asked for food.

It didn’t reflect the typical traits of an Astra Path.

Of course, no one voiced their dissatisfaction. No one could force him into this battle, and logically, no sane outsider would throw themselves into such danger. Still... the disappointment lingered.

As he walked through the mansion halls, every knight he passed straightened and saluted with respect. Without acknowledging them, Adyr returned to his room, locked the door behind him, and drew the heavy curtains shut.

The candles on the walls had already been replaced with fresh ones. He lit them, letting the warm flicker chase away the darkness, then lay down on the bed and closed his eyes.

—

"Mr. Adyr." Dr. Eliot and Nurse Mira greeted him the moment he stepped out of the capsule.

Neither of them questioned his irregular, early logout anymore. By now, it had become a consistent part of Adyr’s session pattern—something they’d grown used to, even if they didn’t fully understand it.

"I’ll return in an hour. Maybe less," Adyr said flatly—just enough to keep them on standby—then turned and stepped into the elevator, its doors closing with a soft hiss as it descended toward his private floor.

Back in his room, he checked his wristband. The display blinked to life: his previous 890 merits had now increased by 330. A quick review revealed the source—rewards for capturing the Cannibal and the value of the intel he’d submitted earlier.

That brought his total to 1,220 merits, along with a 50% discount coupon. A good haul—more than enough to be put to immediate use.

Adyr sat back in his chair, pulled the terminal closer, and opened the shop menu.

Rather than browsing aimlessly, he went directly to the construction tab, then filtered by "Metal Surfaces."

As always, Division’s shop stunned him with its absurd range. From rugged steel sheets fit for shelter walls to high-density alloy parts for armored vehicles, the menu offered every conceivable variant of metal component a player could want.

After a brief scroll, he clicked on one that caught his interest.

Item Name: Resonant Titanium Panel (Grade-X)

Type: Specialized Material—Tactical Deployment

Unit Size: 1m x 1m

Price: 1 merit per panel

Availability: In Stock (To collect, please visit Storage Level -4.)

"This’ll do the job," Adyr muttered. The price was lower than he expected, and that pleased him.

Without hesitation, he activated his one-week 50% discount coupon and placed an order for 500 units, watching as only 250 merits vanished from his balance.

Before closing the tab, he stayed in the construction section and added a few more essentials: battery-powered drills, steel nails, and pressure-treated wooden planks—enough to support several makeshift builds capable of carrying each panel. With the discount applied, he spent another 100 merit, leaving 870 untouched.

He left the room and took the elevator down to Level -4.

The doors slid open with a pneumatic hiss, revealing a cavernous underground depot.

Massive shelves stretched up toward the ceiling, lined with everything from machinery components to survival gear. Stacks of crates and materials—some organized, others in transition—filled the floor in every direction.

Forklifts buzzed through the aisles. Workers in yellow vests moved with practiced efficiency, maneuvering pallets, rearranging stock, and logging items into portable terminals.

It felt like the entire logistics of Shelter City 9 were concentrated here.

Maybe they were. Adyr gave a short chuckle at the thought.

This place... it proved again that the city was ready to give everything to its players.

This storage depot was yet another reminder that Shelter City 9 was willing to offer everything it had to support its players.

"Sir, may I see your ID?" a worker in an orange vest approached as Adyr scanned the vast interior. The man raised a single brow, clearly unsure who he was dealing with. This section of the facility was new, and no player had yet needed to come down in person to pick up an order. Naturally, it didn’t occur to him that Adyr might be one of them.

No one had made a purchase this large before.

"I’m Adyr from the PTF. I’m here to pick up my order," Adyr replied calmly.

The worker’s eyes widened in recognition. "Mr. Adyr, please wait a moment—I’ll fetch my superior." He rushed off into a nearby office and returned shortly with a middle-aged man in a suit.

"Mr. Adyr, good afternoon. I’m Daniel, head of procurement here at the depot," the man said, offering a formal greeting. "We’ve already verified your order. It’s currently being prepared and should be ready in just a few minutes. Would you like something to drink while you wait?"

It was Daniel’s first time meeting a player in person, and his eyes lingered on Adyr, scanning him top to bottom—as if trying to glimpse the monster beneath the human shell.

"No need, thank you. I’m in a bit of a hurry, so faster is better," Adyr replied with a polite smile.

Daniel didn’t press. He simply nodded and led Adyr toward the designated collection area.

When he’d first seen the order, Daniel hadn’t understood why anyone would need such materials—but of course, he didn’t ask. The entire purpose of this depot was to serve players like the one now walking beside him. Whatever Adyr needed these things for, it was likely far beyond his own imagination.

Adyr watched as a forklift hauled heavy titanium panels toward him, while dozens of workers in yellow vests carried crates filled with nails, wooden planks, battery-powered drills, and more.

Just as Daniel had promised, everything was arranged swiftly and efficiently, lined up neatly in front of him.

"That was fast. Thank you," Adyr said, genuinely appreciative.

He extended his hand toward the pile, and with a pulse of energy—visible only to him—he wrapped the entire shipment in a translucent field and sent it to a vacant corner of his Dawn Land.

He only burned 23 energy for all of it, and was left with crystals worth 26 energy.

It was a substantial cost, but compared to what he had spent on the Cannibal, it seemed minor, especially given the massive difference in size between the two.

Still, Adyr felt no regret for the energy he’d used. It was an investment for what he planned to do in the game. And he intended to reap far more than he’d spent.

The materials vanished in an instant.

The workers nearby froze, visibly startled. Their eyes widened, jaws slack, as they turned to stare at Adyr with unspoken awe.

But he didn’t react. He simply gave a brief "Thank you" and walked calmly toward the elevator, returning to the playroom without another word.

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