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.
