The Apocalyptic Command: A Military Isekai LitRPG

After eating every last bit of the meat that tasted like beef, he rested his back on the tree and looked over his surroundings. Construction droids were completing the final touches of the Manufacturing plant, which was only a temporary design; it would be upgraded or renovated at a later date at no cost when better materials and other facilities were to be built.

In the meantime, the Manufacturing plant's job is to create the necessary materials to create and stamp out bullets and guns. A design has to be made and standardized so that when the clones come out, they will all be finished and armed.

After making designs and finalizing them, Quagmire also has to produce more droids to ensure an efficient production plan and all those things that are required to upstart a quick rise from an industry.

With all those thoughts going around his mind, he temporarily pushed it to the back of his mind. As he still needs to pack up the place and take out the dishes that he made. Thus, he stood up and stretched his body so that he would have proper flexibility and not suddenly freeze when he was in a fight. He can't have such things happening, especially when he is still the only person around here.

That would really be an unfortunate event, quite possibly laughable. Good humor for sure; unfortunately, he was no lyricist nor a poet; he was a soldier, a military general, and thousands and millions of lives once depended on him. He can't be taken out by something that could be fixed with a stretch of a body.

He then eagerly stretched as weird thoughts invaded his mind, trying not to pay any attention to it, and when he had enough, with his body getting warmer and more flexible, he finally stopped stretching and looked over to the mess around him.

First of all, he grabbed his canteen and utensils and stashed them in his inventory, which he would wash at a later date. He moved the log further into the woods so that nobody would trip.

Now to the large rock where he cooked the beef, there was a problem. He was kind of feeling a distinct connection to the rock because of the fact that he cooked on it. It felt distinctive, like what one might feel in a wok that has already been seasoned; he was having second thoughts about having to season another rock, so he stashed it along with his utensils and canteen.

With the rock and other stuff stashed in the inventory, he then proceeded to sweep the surroundings. It was now clean and pristine. He was going to live in this area anyway, so it didn't hurt to make it as pristine and accommodating as possible to his naked eye.

With the area now clean, he turned around and moved over to the site where the manufacturing plant was being constructed. After this and the other preliminary facilities are built, he most likely needs to build a few more of these manufacturing plants. Because there are a lot of products that have to be built, the construction lines can't always change from time to time, as it would destroy efficiency.

He walked over the ground, walking along the dried Portland cement and avoiding those that had yet to dry and be allowed to be walked on for the weight class that he was in. For those like him, the weight class gets progressively heavier until it takes a tank, plane, or any heavy-duty vehicle.

Luckily, he just needs a few hours for a normal guy like him to be able to walk on it and be dry enough for it to not be ruined. The energy given by the Central Power Beacon improves the speed of drying, too, so that is a boon for him.

With that all gone in the way, he looked over the manufacturing plant right over him. It was built with cement, and the mysterious energy from the Central Power Beacon powered the lights all around it. It's weird as it does not require wires and an over-the-top connection; it only requires wires if it's of local stuff like on a computer, but if it's only power or energy, then it just has to be in the range of the beacon for its charging requirements or daily function.

Thinking about it, he stepped inside the plant, and suddenly, the lights opened one by one, revealing large machinery that was lined up all over the manufacturing plant. Glancing from left to right, there seem to be about five manufacturing plants inside.

With questions piling up higher and higher, he pulled up the information bar for the manufacturing plant and read over the date.

"The starting plant has five production lines, and all the production is automated as long as there are resources in the storage," Quagmire muttered under the distant air as he read over the data.

Thinking about the production lines that he has, Quagmire thought about it for a second, and he changed his plans; the first three production lines will be reserved for creating more droids from construction droids, harvesters, and logistical droids, efficiency is of the utmost priority, and he still has no clones. So, setting up is a priority first.

The fourth will be for the processing and melting of materials into processed metals such as iron bars, gold bars, and aluminum, and the last one is for the processing of and stabilization of smokeless gunpowder. The amount for it would be small for starters, but as more and more resources are gathered and refined, it would be increased.

In the meantime, it is only reserved as there aren't materials to be processed yet, and most of the refined materials would go the droids first, most likely the resource droids, so that more resources would be mined so more things would be built and vice versa.

This is why, in the meantime, he would just have to standardize the firearms and ammunition his first army would be using.