Empire Building With Infinite Warehouse-Chapter 104: The Walter White of this World

Julien stood still in the middle of the laboratory with fresh blood splattered across his neat merchant clothes.

He looked down at the small canvas bag in his hands and swallowed hard.

He did not bring any fake potions with him today but only brought the most basic, useless, low-tier items he could find in his system inventory so they would not think he was some kind of irreplaceable genius.

But after watching a healthy kid explode into a bloody mess over a failed experiment, Julien suddenly felt like bringing cheap garbage was a terrible idea.

"Well?" the blonde woman asked, holding her hand out impatiently while adjusting her thick glasses.

"Please hand over the samples, Mr Julien. We are on a very strict schedule today."

Julien slowly reached into the canvas bag and pulled out a small glass vial filled with glowing red liquid.

It was just a standard Blood Circulation potion, which could barely heal a cut faster than normal, let alone regrow a severed limb.

He handed the bottle over to the woman, bracing himself for the guards to drag him right toward the empty cages.

"Here is what I brought," Julien said, keeping his voice as steady as humanly possible.

"They are mostly just basic circulation and minor mana restoration formulas. There is absolutely nothing crazy enough in here to regrow a missing arm or mutate a soldier, obviously."

The blonde woman did not say anything.

She just handed the glowing vial over to the crazy doctor who was still standing next to the destroyed operating table.

The doctor casually wiped the fresh blood off his heavy rubber gloves and took the small bottle. He held it up toward the surgical lights, squinting his eyes as he slowly tilted the glass back and forth to examine the thick red liquid moving inside.

The entire room went completely quiet for a few agonising seconds while Julien mentally prepared himself to fight his way out of the building.

"This is fascinating," the doctor finally whispered, his eyes going wide with genuine surprise behind his safety goggles.

The blonde woman looked up from her digital writing pad.

"Is the formula viable for the army project, doctor?"

"The actual healing properties are incredibly weak," the doctor replied honestly, still staring at the glowing liquid like it was made of pure gold.

"But the purity level is incredible. There is absolutely zero cloudy residue floating at the bottom of the glass, and the mana integration is perfectly stable. The refinement process used to create this base liquid is completely flawless."

’Wait, really?’ Julien thought to himself, feeling a massive wave of pure confusion wash away his panic.

’They are actually impressed by the basic starter pack potions?’

He quickly realized what was happening. Nobody in this ruined, post-apocalyptic wasteland actually knew how to filter their magical ingredients properly without leaving behind dangerous toxins.

But Julien just pulled his items directly from the system, which meant every single potion was automatically generated with one hundred per cent absolute purity.

He brought them useless garbage, but it was perfectly refined useless garbage.

’Julien is literally walter white of this world.’

"These will serve as excellent base templates for our advanced mutation formulas," the doctor concluded happily, placing the red vial carefully into a padded metal case on the counter.

"If we mix our experimental monster blood into a base liquid this pure, it might actually stop the test subjects from exploding prematurely."

"That is wonderful news," the blonde woman said, turning her attention back to Julien with a perfectly polite smile.

"You have officially passed the preliminary inspection, Mr Julien. Please follow me, and I will escort you directly to Camp Five so you can set up your storefront."

Julien let out a breath he did not even know he was holding in his chest.

He gave them a quick, professional nod and walked right out of the freezing laboratory without looking back at the bloody cages.

Kyle was still waiting outside on the cracked concrete steps, leaning heavily against the wooden cart with his arms crossed over his chest.

The mercenary immediately noticed the fresh red blood splattered across Julien’s jacket and narrowed his eyes, shifting his hand toward the hilt of his massive black sword.

"Do not even ask," Julien muttered quietly as he grabbed his side of the wooden handles and started pushing the cart.

"Let us just get to our assigned spot before these crazy people change their minds."

They followed the blonde accountant down a long dirt road that was heavily guarded by soldiers carrying high-grade assault rifles and passed through another steel gate and finally stepped into Camp Five, and the entire atmosphere changed completely in an instant.

It did not look like a dangerous military cult base at all, but actually looked exactly like a pre-apocalypse trade expo or a bustling county fair.

There were neat rows of structured canvas tents, colourful welcome banners flapping in the wind, and actual wooden storefronts built right into the sides of the ruined buildings.

Independent merchants were standing behind clean counters, showing off shiny weapons, rare monster cores, and heavy armour sets to high-ranking soldiers who were browsing the wares like normal customers.

The entire place was highly organised, well-lit, and completely isolated from the horrific experiments happening just a few blocks away.

Julien knew he needed to figure out the actual layout of the entire military base right now without looking like a spy, so he decided to lean heavily into his eager salesman persona.

"This place is incredible," Julien said out loud, looking around the busy stalls with a bright, amazed smile on his face.

"I had absolutely no idea Commander Lena ran such a massive commercial operation all the way out here in the dead zones. How many merchants do you actually have set up in this camp right now?"

"We currently host forty approved vendors," the blonde woman replied easily, walking straight down the main dirt path without even glancing at the expensive items on display.

"Camp Five is strictly dedicated to commerce and external supply chains. It keeps the civilian population isolated from our highly sensitive military operations and training grounds."

"Well, that makes total sense from a logistical standpoint," Julien nodded quickly, pushing the heavy cart to keep up with her fast walking pace.

"So if this specific area is just the trading hub for outsiders, where do you guys keep all the really important stuff? Like, what if someone actually tries to steal from the main armoury or break into a secure holding cell? Do you have a heavily restricted sector for things like that?"

The blonde woman finally stopped walking and turned around to give him a very sharp, suspicious look.

Her flat eyes were completely locked onto his face, studying his casual expression for any hidden motives.

Julien just smiled brightly back at her and rubbed the back of his neck like a nervous rookie who was completely out of his depth.

"I am only asking because I am currently carrying a lot of highly valuable alchemy on this wooden cart," Julien lied smoothly, gesturing toward the heavy boxes hidden under the canvas tarp. "I just want to make sure the local security is tight enough to protect my expensive investments from regular thieves or rival merchants."

Her expression relaxed just a tiny bit, clearly buying his greedy merchant excuse.

"You do not need to worry about thieves inside these walls, Mr Julien," she stated proudly, tapping her pen against her digital pad.

"The high-value assets and the secure holding facilities are located deep inside Camp One and Camp Two. Those specific areas are restricted and constantly guarded by the Commander’s personal elite squad. Nobody goes in or out of those sectors without her direct, written approval."

’Gotcha,’ Julien thought to himself, mentally checking a massive box off his complicated planning list.

’Alice’s brother is definitely locked up in Camp One or Two. Now I just need to figure out how to get past those elite guards without getting my head cut off.’