With the excitement finally dying out, Quagmire finally refocused on himself. He breathed in and out with a pleasant smile, intending to stabilize his emotions that had strayed too far. Along with the accompanying calmness and tranquility, he felt the gentle breeze of the wind dampening his body, slowly but surely lowering his temperature to a much more comfortable temperature. The sounds of nature permeate his hearing. Calmness finally triumphed over him.
Who would have thought that he would be able to experience this after earlier's baptism of fire? Maybe he really deserved the rewards and the rest he was able to do this current time. As he might be in for a tougher battle in the future. A brief respite is nothing compared to a responsibility, after all.
Nevertheless, as he was staring into nature and into the world before him, he remembered that there was a last message in the mail, so he pulled it up and read it.
[Your accomplishments and dedications delighted the world. To celebrate the arrival of "The Emperor Of Man," a gift of five thousand gold coins was transferred into your inventory.]
After looking at what he was seeing, Quagmire immediately looked over to his spatial inventory, and when he pulled it up, an even more shock came into him. The coins were stacked in a single bar, which would mean that items of common identity or value were stacked.
There were only sixty slots on the spatial inventory, so receiving five thousand gold coins almost became a disaster if the stack had limited or not. As the slots would be immediately filled up, thankfully, it was not the case. With that in mind, he decided to check the shop, maybe that's where he could use the gold coins, and before that, he decided to bring out a gold coin.
With a single thought, a gold coin was brought out; he stared at it; it was purely made of gold, and this utterly shocked him. In his world, gold is such a valuable commodity for the making of currency and a form of central bank backup; does that mean gold is like nothing here in this world? No matter what, if he could use it in the shop, then it must be valuable if he had to gather it, and so would also be valuable in this world he was standing on.
He did not let those kinds of thoughts linger further, as he pushed it on the back of his mind, and started browsing the shops. There was the supplies store, where he could buy weapons and other supplies; unfortunately, he was the only one who could buy them and use them. It was a restriction only to him, which means it is bound to him and could never be lost.
Another one was the skills store; he could buy skills using skill points and also use them to upgrade existing skills up to ten times. The way to earn skill points is to do the daily missions, which, unfortunately, there is a set limit on how many he could earn each day, then which means he cannot abuse or farm it. Worse, a single upgrade or skill could take up hundreds or even thousands of points, which means he really needs to rely on his commanding ability and all to build everything. It is terribly obvious what the system is telling him.
Lastly was the technological upgrade store, where he could upgrade weapons, technology, techniques, methods, and all sorts of things that are used in developing a civilization, including irrigation and husbandry and those of sorts. It is like a research lab. After he researched an upgrade, those upgrades would show up in the supplies store for firearms and such and on the database of droids and facilities, which means if he researched a plane engine, he could immediately order the manufacturing plants to make the engines immediately.
Unfortunately, it might all be good, but its not all that good, as there is a severe limiting factor, and that is resources, he needs to use ores to build guns, wood to build houses, and as the tree grows further, much advanced materials are needed, and so more dedicated factories are needed, and the ever cycle continues, this also includes the goods that would be used in trade. If anyone does it, they might faint because of the amount of work and responsibilities; not only that, the efficiency has to be optimized, but even the routes or roads of where the droid moves into have to be efficient.
Quagmire, just thinking about the incoming headaches, gives him so many headaches that he pushes all of those thoughts to the back of his mind, including the responsibilities that he would have to bear in the future. After all, he must not count the chicken eggs, as he was still starting, and a lot of things could happen, so he must think about it when it's actually near and is really gonna happen.
Anyhow, he now had money. With that thought in mind, he pulled up the supplies shop; as he was the only one who could use it, then that meant there should be uniforms and supplies.
After pulling up and browsing the supplies store, his eyes widened as he stared at the window with a shocked expression. After all, what he found was that he could customize his uniform, swords, watch, and support equipment for only a hundred gold. That was such a steal; not only could he modify it further in the future.
Quagmire did not dwell much further in this excitement, as the most important thing concurrently is acquiring firearms; if the firearms were expensive, he would be in big trouble, as he also needed to buy ammunition to continue firing his firearms. He cannot stab heads forever, after all.
Fortunately, once his eyes darted around where the weapons were, his expression turned into one of excitement, as his heartbeat got louder to the emotion.
"A single M1 Pistol is only a hundred gold?!" He muttered under his breath.