Twenty days... Three trillion dollars invested in the craziest mission Moon had ever accepted.
Boing's S-Rank mission was simple in theory: accumulate resources.
In practice, it was a logistical war operation.
Warehouses filled and emptied in the blink of an eye, transporting rice, beans, medical equipment, and every type of supply you could imagine... and couldn't, directly to the Infinite Warehouse through a golden portal that only Moon could see.
"We have a problem with the salt,"
Lucy's crystalline voice sounded through the control desk speaker.
"The main supplier suspects an alien invasion due to the sudden demand for 5,000 tons."
Moon smiled, adjusting her headband.
"Relax, Lu. Just tell them it's for a Dead Sea conservation project. Transfer the payment and close the contract."
Monitoring the logistics was almost as thrilling as the power itself: every transaction, every container shipped, was a dance Moon conducted with absolute precision.
An hour later, the last transaction was confirmed.
Silence...
Moon leaned back in her leather chair, twirling a pen between her fingers, feeling the adrenaline of chaos finally ebb.
"S-Rank mission completed in 20 days,"
Lucy announced, exhausted but proud.
"We spent over three trillion, and the inventory is 99% complete. Only a few exotic items haven't arrived at the warehouses yet."
Lucy projected a holographic chart.
"After all payments and operational costs, there's still 1.2 trillion dollars in net cash."
Moon raised an eyebrow, satisfied.
"My advice..."
Lucy continued,
"...is to use the remaining 10 days to enjoy yourself. Travel, experience, have fun. You don't need more rice 🤭."
Moon smiled. She turned off the communication, letting a mischievous grin curve her lips.
"Travel, huh? The idea of fun is tempting... and to top it off, I could stock up on even more supplies like meals, snacks, drinks, and delicacies from all over the world... in exorbitant quantities, of course. Better safe than sorry."
On her personal tablet, she opened an encrypted file titled Legacies.
She didn't need all the money, and she knew exactly where it would go.
300 billion to Lucy, her friend and confidante.
50 billion to Lucy's beloved children, her nieces and nephews.
200 billion to the mansion staff, who had raised her like family.
150 billion for global donations to genuine NGOs and social projects.
The remaining roughly 500 billion would be for herself: to finally feel free, acquire knowledge, new skills, experiences... and maybe a few handsome men along the way, if luck favored her.
Moon leaned back, contemplating her plans. Gratitude, fun, future projects... all perfectly balanced.
"Boing, Perfect Dimension status,"
Moon asked.
[Status (Boing): Hibernating.]
[Time elapsed in PD: 11,520 years.]
She entered the dimension magically. What were once empty fields had now become mature farmland, fruit-bearing forests, a sea teeming with life, and a river full of fish flowing across the Dimension.
The scent of fertile earth and harvest filled the air.
Thanks to the temporal distortion (1 hour outside = 24 years inside),
Moon had not only accumulated supplies: she had created a self-sufficient ecosystem, ready to sustain a civilization for centuries.
Finally, after twenty days of relentless logistical work, a "Ping" notification appeared before Moon.
[S-Rank Mission: Successfully Completed]
[Total Points Earned (Including Task Points): Three Million]
[Level 3 Permissions Unlocked]
[Congratulations Host (Moon) on Leveling Up, New Interaction Options Unlocked]
[Points Used to Level Up Are Not Deducted]
Moon exited the Perfect Dimension and returned to her office.
The world outside was about to be left behind, and she was ready for any scenario in this new beginning.
She swiped over a virtual map. Where to start her 10-day gastronomic and cultural tour?
"Japan,"
she murmured with a predatory smile.
"I've heard the chefs there are excellent... and maybe I'll find a samurai for dessert... 😏"
A laugh escaped her lips. Preparation complete, journey imminent... and the adventure was just beginning.