Modern Weapons Cheat in Fantasy World-Chapter 50: The Plan Itself

A day later, it was a sunny morning in the city of Berm. As usual, Elaina was working at the guild to fulfill her duties as a receptionist. As for him, well, he was working too.

He was at a restaurant for his lunch. While waiting for his order, he wrote on paper about the plans discussed yesterday.

First, is the members. Setting up a mercenary group is like setting up your party members. But instead of a traditional fantasy party members where there’ll be healers, warriors, mages, archers, or other classes.

Instead, he’d want physically-abled men. Specifically, those who are at the age of 18 to 25 years old. Those capable individuals are often found working as adventurers, which Elaina has an access to. She’ll just need to select whom she thinks is capable based on their achievements and history as an adventurer.

He planned those men to be his infantry, or a soldier perhaps. He’ll get those data later from Elaina after her shift.

Next is the base of operations. Here, he has two choices. Yesterday, Elaina told him that there are vacant lots inside the city of Berm or he could buy one outside the city but that’ll go through the national government, which is the Kingdom of Renshade. For that, they’ll have to go to the capital to buy a piece of land.

That land must have a size of a typical forward operating base similar to modern Earth. It must cater to air assets, land assets, headquarters, barracks, armory, hangars, maintenance areas, and training grounds.

Marcus paused for a moment, tapping the pen lightly against the paper as he started putting numbers into it.

"...It can’t be small," he muttered. "It should be at least 30 to 50 hectares."

Enough space to divide sections properly. A central headquarters, surrounding barracks, a designated training field, storage, and still have room left for future upgrades.

Buying land that size inside Berm?

Impossible. Not only is it expensive, it is too visible for the civilians. So buying a land outside the city is the best option.

Marcus leaned back slightly, looking at what he had written.

Outside the city meant less restriction, more space, and more freedom to build whatever he needed without people constantly watching.

But that also meant process, paperworks, and authority, which falls under the Kingdom of Renshade.

The Kingdom of Renshade wouldn’t just hand over land that size without proper procedure.

Marcus tapped the paper once more.

"...Too slow if I do it myself."

He had no interest in traveling to the capital just to deal with officials, negotiations, and whatever bureaucracy came with it. That would delay everything, and he didn’t want to waste time.

There was a better way.

He could just hire someone to handle it.

A middleman.

Someone who already knew the system, someone who dealt with land acquisition on a regular basis. That way, the process would be faster, cleaner, and wouldn’t draw attention to him directly.

Marcus wrote it down.

"Hire broker. Land acquisition specialist."

He underlined it once.

That would solve most of the problems.

Instead of him going through the hassle, he could just give the requirements and let the broker handle everything. With the money he had, paying for the service wouldn’t matter.

"Location: outskirts of Berm."

"Minimum: 50 hectares."

"Access: main road required."

"Terrain: flat or slightly elevated."

If this worked the way he planned, the base wouldn’t stay small for long.

Marcus leaned forward slightly, looking at the list again.

Members and bases would be secured. Now, how about equipment?

Well, Marcus has over 6 million credits, and he still has money from the bank. So if he could convert those into military credits, he could start himself a proper base. But what if the land cost for his base were expensive? If that is the case, he could simply take another quest with a huge payout. There’s no issue.

Now, for the training of future members, or infantry. Marcus could copy the program used by the United States military.

He paused there.

The pen hovered just above the paper as he thought about it more carefully.

"...Not everything," he muttered.

He couldn’t just copy it blindly. This wasn’t Earth. The people here didn’t grow up with the same mindset, the same structure, or the same expectations. If he forced a full modern training program on them from the start, most of them would break before they even adapted.

Marcus tapped the pen once.

"...Simplify it."

He began writing again.

"Phase 1: Discipline and conditioning."

That came first.

Before weapons.

Before tactics.

They needed to learn how to follow orders, maintain formation, and endure physical stress. Running, basic drills, repetition. Build the habit before anything else.

He added more beneath it.

"Phase 2: Basic combat training."

Movement.

Positioning.

Coordination.

Not individual fighting.

Unit fighting.

Marcus underlined that part.

That was the key difference.

Adventurers here fought alone or in small groups with loose coordination. What he wanted was something else entirely. A group that moved as one, responded as one, and executed orders without hesitation.

Then.

"Phase 3..."

His eyes narrowed slightly.

"...Equipment integration."

This was where everything would change.

Once they were disciplined enough to follow instructions and move properly, he could introduce them to weapons. Not all at once, not overwhelming them, but gradually. Let them get used to the feel, the weight, the function.

Marcus didn’t write the specifics.

Not yet.

But he already knew what he wanted.

Standard rifles.

Standard gear.

Uniform loadouts.

Everyone trained the same way so everyone could replace each other if needed.

He leaned back slightly, looking at what he had written.

"...This will work."

The only thing left are clients.

Marcus tapped the pen lightly again.

"...That won’t be a problem."

With his current reputation, work would come to him. Wyverns alone had already made his name spread across Berm. Once people knew he had a group behind him, not just himself, higher-paying contracts would follow.

He folded the paper neatly and slipped it into his pocket just as the server arrived with his food.

"Your order."

Marcus nodded once.

"Thanks."

He pulled the plate closer and started eating.