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Chapter 124: Albuquerque

When we arrived in Albuquerque, we needed two days to recover and catch up on sleep after the intense days on the road. Once we all felt human again, I opened the computer and checked an alternative route without the detours to Alabama and Chicago. We had to retrace our steps, as the best route was through Vegas, but I didn’t want to go there again. The robbery still worried me, and I feared any potential consequences or retaliation.

We still had to pass through major cities along the way. Al wanted more drugs, Mahya wanted more alcohol, I needed more coffee, and we still hadn’t finished our entire shopping list. After considering all these factors, our route looked like this:

USA

Canada

The next step was shopping. We hit twelve liquor stores, buying all their stock, including the warehouse inventory, with next-day delivery to our Airbnb rental. After the last stop, Mahya finally said, “I think we’ve bought enough alcohol,” and Al and I sighed in relief.

I searched online and visited Red Rock Roasters and Farmer Brothers to buy coffee. At first, Farmer Brothers gave me problems because they don’t sell to private individuals, only to restaurants, hotels, etc. However, with a bit of persuasion from a slight nudge of Spellbinding, subtle enough that it didn’t make me feel sleazy, and a promise to pay a small percentage above the standard price, I could buy one more ton of coffee. I still haven’t reached Mahya’s point; I didn’t feel I had purchased enough coffee.

Mahya wanted to buy a lot of semi-precious stones and gems, so I searched online again, and we visited Liberty Gems and Minerals, Skyriders Gems and Minerals, and KI Beads. At KI Beads, I bought a lot of beads because they seemed like something people in Fantasy Land would love. Mahya bought gems and semi-precious stones.

When we returned to our rented house, curiosity got the best of me. I turned to her and asked, “Why did you buy all this?”

She handed me a stone and said, “Analyze it.”

I used Identify:

 

Citrine

 

Very informative - NOT!

I tried Appraisal:

 

Citrine

$30 to $40 per carat

 

I told Mahya, “Identify gives me the name of the stone, and Appraisal gives me the price. I have no idea what you want me to see.”

She sighed and replied, “Right, you’re not a crafter; you don’t have Analyze.”

She popped out a screen that showed:

 

Citrine

Enhances the power of magical wands, boosting their effectiveness

 

“I also know all kinds of uses for these stones for weapons and amulets from my parents,” Mahya said.

At this point, I was already working on a solution to warn Earth. What we saw on the way to Albuquerque profoundly affected me. While I didn’t feel committed to Earth, at least not committed enough to stay and help them get through those years, I wanted to warn the people and get at least some of them to prepare.

“Can you give me a list of what the stones you bought do?” I asked.

She agreed, and we sat down to prepare the list, stone by stone.

Diamond

Ruby

Sapphire

Emerald

Topaz

Opal

Garnet

Amethyst

Peridot

Aquamarine

Turquoise

Citrine

Onyx

Moonstone

Lapis Lazuli

Zircon

Tourmaline

Kyanite

Rhodonite

Quartz

Rose Quartz

Smoky Quartz

Aventurine

Fluorite

Selenite

Labradorite

Celestite

Obsidian

Tiger’s Eye

Jade

Pyrite

Hematite

Malachite

Azurite

Galena

Calcite

Beryl

That was one hell of a list. It took us a whole day to complete it.

After finishing the list of stones, we visited DIY, hardware, building supplies, and home improvement stores, more or less emptying their inventory, including from the warehouses. We went separately so no one would realize the same group was buying all this. I purchased another fifty trampolines of different sizes, a gas supply for cooking, and the balloon, which would last us for years. Although Mahya said we could find gas in other worlds, I didn’t want to take any chances. After searching online, I visited Hit or Miss Archery, Archery Warehouse, and Sportsman’s Warehouse, emptying their inventory. I found some antique shops and bought another seventeen mechanical cameras from different eras and ordered stands to sell from.

By converting two more ability points to stats, I increased my intelligence by ten points. I didn’t feel any wiser, but thought I might discover the effect later. After raising my intelligence, I increased my storage twice more. Now, I had 32,768 cubic meters, and looking into my storage was scary.

To put that into perspective, 32,768 cubic meters is roughly the volume of twelve Olympic-sized swimming pools, or about the same as five Boeing 747 aircraft. The sheer scale of it left me stunned and slightly terrified. Having a pocket dimension storage of that size felt surreal, like holding a vast, empty cavern within me. Every time I accessed it, a shiver of both excitement and apprehension ran down my spine.

On the way back from one of our shopping trips, we saw an army surplus store and checked out what they offered. They had a lot of great items, and we ended up pretty much emptying that store. Realizing the value of these stores, we added them to our list and visited five more such stores in Albuquerque.

We bought huge stocks of various items, including camouflage uniforms, boots, jackets, pants, hats, and gloves. We also picked up backpacks, duffel bags, rucksacks, and camping gear like tents, sleeping bags, canteens, and mess kits. For survival equipment, we gathered first aid kits, compasses, and emergency blankets. Our tool collection expanded with multi-tools and knives, and we secured storage containers like ammo boxes and waterproof cases.

Additionally, we acquired gas masks and protective gear, paracord and rope, combat boots and tactical footwear, tactical vests and load-bearing equipment, surplus optics like binoculars or spotting scopes, and cold weather gear such as thermal underwear and heavy-duty coats.

After searching for portable forges, we bought a Hell’s Forge Portable Propane Forge and a Whitlox Homestead Coal Forge, and to be safe, we bought ten units of each. Where we purchased the Whitlox Homestead Coal Forge, I also saw models of smokers in different sizes, so I bought ten. I immediately placed one smoker on the balcony of my house and stored the rest for future use. After the purchase of the propane forge, I went and bought a huge supply of propane wherever I could find it.

We bought workstations and workbenches and emptied a few home goods and bed and bath stores.

Before we left Albuquerque, Al wanted to do a drug run. With a deep sigh, I went to get ready. I tried casting glamor on our Jeep, but it didn’t work.

I looked at the sky and said, “The ‘one of the crowd’ ability says that it’s all a traveler needs to travel successfully. I need to glamorize this Jeep. Why can’t I? I’m also sure other travelers have had to hide vehicles before. I definitely should be able to glamorize the Jeep to travel better.”

I felt amusement directed at me.

“I’m not kidding. This is no joke. I need to glamorize the Jeep. You need to add that to the ability.”

This time, I got no response. Lazy system.

Al approached me and asked, “Who are you talking to?”

“The Guidance.”

“Why?”

“Because I need to glamorize the Jeep.”

He laughed and patted me on the back.

Why did everyone think I was joking? I was completely serious; I wanted to glamor the Jeep.

After checking the vanity plates we got from Vegas, I changed the Jeep plates to “PAWSOME,” and conjured new identification for the Jeep with the new vanity plates. Activating my luck, we went looking for some drug dealers.

On the way, I told Al, “I’ll get you there and point out the location, but I’m not going in. You’ll have to find the drugs yourself.”

“This does not pose an issue. My class will assist me in locating them.”

“Okay.”

Our first target was in the International District, an area teeming with a mix of old motels, run-down apartment complexes, and colorful murals that attempted to mask the underlying decay. The streets were dimly lit, with flickering neon signs advertising cheap rooms and dubious services. I parked the Jeep two blocks away, and both of us turned invisible before making our way to the target location. My heart pounded in my chest, each step echoing in my ears as we approached the dilapidated building.

I pointed the building to Al, an old graffiti-covered structure that seemed to lean to one side. He tapped me on the back and disappeared inside. The minutes stretched into what felt like hours as I waited, my nerves on edge. Every distant shout, every sudden movement in the shadows, made me jump. Finally, Al came out, and we returned to the Jeep.

We drove in silence to the following location: Central Avenue. The historic Route 66 was a mix of neon lights, motels, and diners, but parts had a more sinister undertone after dark. I parked near a shabby motel, its once-bright sign now missing letters. The air smelled of grease and desperation. Again, we turned invisible and made our way to the location. This time, I could hear muffled voices and the distant sound of sirens, which did nothing to ease my anxiety.

Al slipped inside, and I took my position behind a dumpster, trying to make myself as inconspicuous as possible. My fingers drummed nervously on the ground, eyes darting around, half-expecting someone to spot me despite the invisibility. After what felt like an eternity, Al reappeared, and we returned to the Jeep.

Our last stop was the Barelas neighborhood, a historic area just south of downtown. Old adobe houses and chain-link fences lined the narrow streets. The night was eerily quiet here; the usual buzz of the city muffled, as if we had entered another world. I parked in a secluded spot, and we repeated our routine, becoming invisible and approaching the target. This time, it was an old house with boarded-up windows and a sagging porch.

Waiting outside was the worst here. The silence was oppressive, broken only by the occasional bark of a distant dog. I could feel the weight of the neighborhood’s history pressing down on me, the ghosts of its past whispering warnings. My breath came in shallow gasps, each moment a struggle to stay calm.

When Al finally reappeared, I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. The drive back was a blur of dimly lit streets and nervous glances in the rearview mirror. I couldn’t shake the feeling of unease, but I knew we had what we needed.

After we returned to the hotel, Al threw the loot on the floor in the living room. I didn’t know how many drugs he “liberated” from the dealers. He didn’t specify this detail. But he also brought a lot of weapons and money. He added over half a million dollars to our general fund. It was turning into a ridiculous comedy. No matter how much money we spent, and we spent a lot of money, our capital grew instead of shrinking. We were determined to finish all the money from Earth and convert it into goods and useful things for the future, but this task began to seem impossible.

When I said that to the other two, they looked at me like I was crazy, and Mahya commented, “You can never have too much money.”

I understood why Lis didn’t care about money. At some point, it just becomes a number.

Comments

If he gets a crafter sub-profession, he will get it. Right now, he prefers not to buy things, if they are something he can earn.

TravelingDreamer

John should get the Analyze skill. I know Mahya has it but if they ever part it'll be a knowledge upgrade for item uses. PS --> Thank you for the chappy!

JJB4345_80_815

They bought manufactured gems from Amazon while in Vegas.

TravelingDreamer

I might look into John buying a few Lab-created gemstones and checking to see if they work the same as real gemstones. In theory, the only difference should be the lab-grown ones don't have flaws. But who knows maybe growing under the earth adds something to the gem's craftability. For the really big one you would have to go to a lab or buy them online https://www.etsy.com/listing/1464998792/aaa-200-carat-flawless-blood-red-ruby?ga_order=most_relevant&ga_search_type=all&ga_view_type=gallery&ga_search_query=lab+created+ruby&ref=sr_gallery-1-7&pro=1&cns=1&sts=1&content_source=d556526825ad08117e0d6d9811dad3063317900a%253A1464998792&search_preloaded_img=1&organic_search_click=1 But for smaller fakes, just go to a new age or witchcraft shop. They usually sell cheap fakes there.

Obran

LOL - 👍

TravelingDreamer

Nice choice with the Forges and Stalls. Those will be fantastic for low technology magical worlds. Also, hes absolutely correct about money. Past a certain point it's just a way to keep score. Not that I have that much lol. I absolutely love, love, love that they're robbing criminal organizations. Drug dealers, human traffickers, gangs, cartels, politicians, corporations you name it. Take ALL their shit. He might consider cleaning out Docks with major shipping container yards to find illegal goods. The containers themselves would be fantastic for sorting loot and materials in his storage (since he likes coolers why not upscale lol), as well as being useful as materials if he gets desperate. Great chapter. Edit: also, he needs to have Mahya make him a Wizards Staff (complete with all Gem types and various mana heavy woods and metals) ASAP.

Fortunis


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