# 177
Chapter 177
The Vanished Warehouse
The scene in front of him was simply too bizarre. And—unless it was Lin Qiye’s imagination—the little mummy, after swallowing an AK-47, seemed… a little taller?
One gun wasn’t enough. The small mummy grabbed a grenade launcher in its left hand and a standard Star-Blade in its right, stuffing both into its mouth.
By the time Lin Qiye came back to his senses, it had already devoured five assault rifles, two sub-machine guns, three hand grenades, one grenade launcher, and several Star-Blades…
And its height had visibly increased by two centimeters.
“Wait!” Lin Qiye seized the mummy just as it was about to swallow an RPG rocket launcher. Head beginning to throb, he said, “If you eat all the weapons, what happens when the instructors find out?”
The little mummy tilted its head, apparently unable to understand.
Lin Qiye sighed. Just because it was his summon didn’t mean its intelligence matched his. This little mummy… didn’t seem very bright.
“Can you show me what you can do after eating those weapons?” he asked curiously.
The mummy nodded, stepped back, and its bandages eerily expanded. Black gun barrels of varying lengths protruded from its body, scattered across its frame like a walking armory.
At the same time, two Star-Blades extended from its palms; bandages around its waist curled around hand grenades, forming a skirt of explosives; its shoulder wrappings rippled, and a grenade launcher mounted itself there, ready to fire.
In the blink of an eye, the harmless little mummy had become a fortress of war—shoulder-mounted cannon, grenade belt, gun barrels bristling everywhere.
Lin Qiye’s jaw dropped.
“So its ability is to turn devoured weapons into its own power… no wonder it’s called the War Mummy.” He muttered.
Feed it enough arms and on the battlefield it becomes an undead fortress, able to suppress an entire enemy force single-handedly, erasing any shortage of firepower.
And this was only ordinary weaponry. If it swallowed a nuke… would it become a Nuclear Mummy?
He could already picture it: the little mummy hopping into an enemy base after a hearty nuke-meal, followed by a rising mushroom cloud—
Wait!
Lin Qiye suddenly recalled: the desert where he’d found the mummy had a giant crater nearby. Had the thing caused that explosion?
Still, could it survive something like that?
From the mummy’s memories he knew its vitality was extremely tenacious, though he didn’t know the exact limits. But since it was a mummy, it probably didn’t die easily.
No wonder the summoning talent had guided him straight to it; in its own plane, it truly was the strongest creature!
After a brief hesitation, Lin Qiye’s eyes lit up. He patted the mummy’s shoulder and pointed at the entire warehouse of weapons.
“Eat to your heart’s content!”
The mummy froze, tilted its head, and traced a circle with its hand as if to ask: All of this—really?
Lin Qiye grinned. “All of it. Clean it out tonight. Consider it my welcome gift.”
The mummy made an excited “wow” gesture, snatched the RPG it had set down, gulped it down, then grabbed a cart of explosive packs and crammed them in like potato chips.
Guns, ammo, gunpowder, blades—the little mummy swept through the warehouse like a swarm of locusts, leaving not a single weapon behind.
Half an hour later, the once-packed warehouse was bare. Not even a sharp screw remained on the shelves; it looked emptier than after a professional heist.
By now the mummy stood nearly three meters tall, almost brushing the ceiling—a veritable giant.
“A bit too big; indoor fights are going to be tricky…” Lin Qiye frowned.
Hearing him, the mummy’s bandages contracted, and it deflated like a punctured balloon, instantly returning to its original size.
Lin Qiye watched, the corner of his mouth curling upward.
Looks like… I’ve picked up a real treasure.
…
Early next morning.
Instructor Hong arrived at the warehouse as usual to inspect the camp’s weapon reserves. This had been Instructor Gu’s job, but after Gu came down with a mental illness and had to recuperate at home, the task fell to Hong.
“Sigh, this temporary door is pathetic. When will logistics install the new one? If someone sneaks in and steals something…”
He pushed the flimsy folding gate aside, shaking his head. “Still, this is a training camp—who’d be crazy enough to steal—huh?”
Standing in the doorway, he stared at the completely empty warehouse and froze.
“Must’ve slept too late—seeing things, heh-heh…” He rubbed his eyes and looked again.
Five seconds of silence—then a thunderous “HOLY CRAP!” echoed across the entire camp.
…
“What? The weapons warehouse is empty?” Yuan Gang exclaimed. “Investigated?”
“Checked—everything!” Instructor Hong said gravely. “No cameras inside, so we don’t know what happened, but perimeter footage shows no one approached. Gate monitors for the past ten days show no suspicious entries or exits.”
“Not an outsider?” Yuan Gang frowned. “An inside job, then?”
“But if it’s an inside job, where are the weapons?” Hong’s eyes bulged. “A whole warehouse of arms! If they weren’t smuggled out, where could they be?”
“Sewers, dorms, classrooms—all searched?”
“Everywhere. We nearly dug up the training field. Nothing. Damn it…” Hong was ready to curse the heavens.
Yuan Gang pondered. “There’s one thing that could hold an entire warehouse of weapons…”
Hong suddenly realized. “You mean Baili Tuming’s ‘Unrestricted Space’? But why would he?”
“No idea. No outsiders, no hiding spot, and ruling out a Beyond-Measure expert, only that little fatty could pull it off. Still, the Baili family could get arms any way they want—why steal?”
Yuan Gang tapped the table. “Have him come see me later.”