The Moonlight conglomerate machine, accustomed to building, was now running in reverse with terrifying efficiency.
Three days after the fateful meeting, the financial world was in turmoil. Trillions of dollars in assets, properties, and stocks had been liquidated. The Light family fortune, a trillion-dollar monster, was compressed into cash.
Moon watched the numbers on her personal control panel.
[Total Cash: $5 Trillion.]
"The old grumps are foaming at the mouth,"
Lucy reported via video call, an ironic smile on her face.
"The media is spinning conspiracy theories that could make a great movie script. But the money is safe in easily accessible accounts."
"Excellent,"
Moon replied, her gaze fixed on Boing's task panel floating just for her.
The list of sub-tasks was intimidating. She scrolled through the screen:
○ Wheat (0/10,000 tons)
○ Rice (0/10,000 tons)
○ Corn (0/5,000 tons)...
And the list continued, detailing thousands of items ranging from food to weapons, from controlled medicines to clothing for all ages and climates.
"This slime really wants me to spend trillions of dollars on this!"
Moon muttered, sarcasm dripping from her voice.
Moon shared the list with Lucy (safely, of course).
The scale of the mission took over the room.
"This is... this is a list to sustain a country, Moon."
Lucy said, shocked.
"Exactly. The new world is random, remember? It could be an icy land, a desert, or a place full of monsters. I'm not taking risks. According to the stories I've read, in some worlds, food and medicine can be used as currency, so the more, the better... I guess."
Moon activated her strategic mode, the predatory heiress in command.
"We'll use our financial firepower and connections. I want you to use global suppliers, no intermediaries. Create shell companies if necessary. Dispersal is key. No one can link the massive purchase of 30,000 tons of barley to me. Otherwise, let them think I've lost it."
"Understood, General Moon,"
Lucy said jokingly.
Moon paused, a daring, audacious glint appearing in her silver eyes.
"And, Lu, Boing's list has gaps. I want you to add some 'extras.'"
Lucy raised an eyebrow.
"Extras?"
"Yes. Condoms, lubricants, perfumes, oils, and toys... 😈 a complete selection.
Boing is an alien system; maybe it didn't think these would be necessary."
Moon said with a sly smile.
"I'm a 24-year-old adult woman, and honestly, I'm heading to an unknown world. Finally, I won't carry the weight of my family legacy. I'll free myself from all societal rules, do whatever I want with my life, and achieve my greatest goal..."
Lucy laughed, the sound filling the office, and with a knowing smile replied,
"Understood, Miss 'Hot Men Are My Downfall.' Adding 'Premium Adult Comfort' to the S-Rank list."
As Lucy launched the most insane purchasing operation in corporate history, Moon spent most of her time inside the Perfect Dimension.
That's where the magic happened. Trucks and more trucks arrived at secret warehouses in the real world.
The items were scanned by the system and disappeared, reappearing in the Infinite Warehouse of the dimension, a storage space that defied physics, where every item was perfectly cataloged and could be moved with Moon's thoughts or a click on the Warehouse control panel. Nothing spoiled, nothing took up physical space.
Moon walked through the empty fields of the Dimensional Farm, imagining the crops that would soon grow there, enjoying accelerated time (1 hour outside = 24 years inside).
She drank daily from the Source of Pure Vitality, feeling her body grow stronger.
Time passed, and the clock ticked down. Twenty-two days remained on Boing's hibernation countdown.
In the outside world, Moon's empire was now just a sea of money in motion.
Inside, the Perfect Dimension was in full swing with fruits, vegetables, medicinal herbs, spices, and animals of various species being grown and processed by Moon daily.
Thousands of tons of grains had been purchased. The lists of seeds, medical equipment, and ammunition were being filled methodically.
Moon, sitting on the veranda of her mansion in the Perfect Dimension, looked at the ethereal sky.
She wasn't just buying supplies; she was building a modern Noah's Ark, ensuring that no matter where she went, she would have the means to survive, dominate... and achieve her true objective.
And this was only the beginning...