Florida Man in Magus World: Unleashing Liberty and Freedom

Two days had passed since construction began. While the new town wasn't fully completed, the layout was becoming clear. Concrete roads now linked Lamia Town, Fate Plaza, and Eleanor Church Town in a seamless network, making travel between them straightforward. Villagers could now simply follow the paved paths to visit one another, strengthening the sense of community in Felix's growing domain.

The grand warehouse in Lamia Town and Felix's personal warehouse were already finished and ready for use. Diana and Jiji wasted no time organizing the Lamias, instructing them to transfer their precious eggs into the warehouse. The controlled environment would keep the eggs safe and warm, ensuring optimal conditions for hatching.

Felix, meanwhile, was thrilled with the addition of the warehouse. Stepping inside, he marveled at its vast interior.

The humble-looking exterior concealed a dimensionally expanded land that felt like an entirely different world. The sheer size created an eerie, liminal atmosphere, as the LED lights mounted 10 meters above failed to illuminate the space completely. Shadows danced in the distance, giving the place an almost surreal quality. The flooring was also perfect. Its smooth surface and sturdy concrete, coated with epoxy, was so clean that he could skate on it.

Felix shook his head. He had long given up on trying to understand the magical architecture of his house, the plaza, or now the warehouses. The system's capabilities were simply beyond mortal comprehension.

Felix spared no expense to maximize the utility of the warehouse. He opened the system shop and searched for certain tools and materials.

Heavy-duty industrial racks were purchased and installed in the warehouse. He also purchased a new lighting system, which provided more light power than the regular bulbs. He wanted the entire warehouse to be bright and cheerful, not to become a haunted house.

Of course, these upgrades came at a cost. Felix sighed as he confirmed the transaction, watching another million years of lifespan vanish.

"If I'm going to build an empire, I might as well do it right. But man… there's a lot of work to do."

Unlike Felix's personal system-designed structures, buildings purchased from the system store required manual upgrades and installations. Unfortunately, this meant Felix had to handle the daunting task of installing all the newly acquired items himself.

Realizing the enormity of the labor ahead, Felix summoned his three domestic automatons back from their ongoing assignments, suspending their tasks for the time being.

Half a day later, the trio returned, brimming with curiosity and dread when Felix laid out their next assignment.

Their next mission was to renovate the lighting system of the Africa-continent-sized warehouse.

As the automatons received their orders, a chorus of robotic cries erupted in an incomprehensible language. The sheer scale of the job seemed to momentarily overwhelm their processors.

However, as they were specifically designed for labor-intensive tasks, they quickly adapted. With all the materials already prepared and the system's user-friendly design aiding their work, the automatons set to work with mechanical efficiency.

Within an hour, they replaced the lighting for the front section of the warehouse, covering an area of half an acre. The once-dim section now gleamed with brilliant LED illumination, casting sharp shadows across the smooth epoxy floor.

Felix watched their progress with satisfaction but didn't idle. Humming a cheerful tune, he turned his attention to the colossal task of transferring items from the underground levels of his house into the warehouse. The transition was seamless, thanks to his system inventory, which allowed him to move bulk goods effortlessly. However, arranging everything on the racks required precision and took considerable time.

Climbing onto one of the heavy-duty racks, Felix carefully placed metal crates filled with spirit stones, aka volatile energy sources that could double as charged bombs.

However, there was an issue. The bright new spotlights illuminated the storage area, and Felix noticed the heat they generated could affect the stones' stability.

"Not on my watch," Felix muttered, a determined edge in his voice. With a swift motion of his hand, he conjured a reinforced layer of metal roofing above the crates, effectively shielding the sensitive cargo from the intense heat and bright light of the new warehouse spotlights.

However, after a moment's contemplation, he frowned. The setup, though functional, felt clumsy and temporary. Scratching the back of his head, he let out a sigh, dismissing the conjured shield with a flick of his fingers. The crates vanished back into his system inventory for safekeeping.

Turning toward Jessica, who had been silently observing from the corner of the room, Felix raised an eyebrow.

"Jessica, how does the military store their ammunition again? In a closet rack or something more advanced?"

Jessica's window appeared, showing her deadpan expression like always. She replied.

<The military typically uses climate-controlled storage units with reinforced compartments, designed to handle both heat resistance and blast mitigation. If I may suggest, you could implement a similar structure by ordering custom-made storage containers from the system store.>

Felix crossed his arms, nodding thoughtfully. "Makes sense. Let's see what I can find."

Taking her advice to heart, Felix opened the system store and began searching for suitable options. He scrolled through a variety of storage units, each promising advanced features tailored for securing volatile materials.

Many of them resembled compact warehouse townhouses nested within a larger warehouse. These units were segregated into small rooms, each protected by layers of temperature-resistant walls and ceilings.

Some options were too short for the towering dimensions of his warehouse, while others seemed unnecessarily luxurious, like those designed for preserving artifacts from collapsing dimensions. The custom-made units, however, offered the perfect balance of size and functionality. Unfortunately, the larger ones came with a steep price tag.

After several minutes of browsing, Felix's eyes lit up as he found an ideal set of storage units. Each unit consisted of ten individual rooms, designed to fit seamlessly into his warehouse's layout. Each room spanned an impressive 50m x 100m x 5m, providing ample space for his ammunition, bombs, and other sensitive items.

The set came at a staggering cost of one million years of lifespan. But that number meant nothing for Felix, who had secretly worked for 49 years in the Chrono Gym.

With a decisive tap, he purchased the set to test its utility. The system notification chimed. Moments later, the pre-built storage units appeared in his inventory.

Felix smirked, already envisioning the storage units perfectly integrated into the warehouse. "Let's see how these bad boys perform."

He pressed the activation button, and a detailed holographic preview materialized before him. It displayed an interactive 3D layout of his warehouse, allowing him to adjust the placement and orientation of the units as if the system itself wanted his input for optimal organization.

As the full-scale map of the warehouse appeared, Felix's obsessive need for perfection flared to life. He zoomed in and meticulously positioned the storage units in the far-right corner near the main entrance. Their doors faced inward, toward the warehouse's central space, ensuring easy access and maximum visibility.

"There. Perfect symmetry and practicality."

With a confirmation tap, the system hummed to life. One by one, 100 sleek, reinforced storage units materialized in the designated corner, each slotting into place with mechanical precision. The smooth, metallic surfaces gleamed under the bright warehouse lighting, and all their shutter doors slid open simultaneously.

Felix admired his handiwork, "Now, time to fill these beauties up."

Summoning his system inventory, he began sorting through the sensitive items he had stockpiled—ammunition, bombs, charged spirit stones, and other volatile materials.

He approached the first unit, placing a crate of high-yield spirit stones inside. The system automatically scanned and secured the items in reinforced compartments within the room, ensuring they were stable and safe from environmental hazards.

Felix worked steadily, methodically filling unit after unit. The process took time, but with each storage compartment loaded, his warehouse grew closer to becoming the highly secure storage facility he envisioned.

As he locked the final unit, he stepped back and admired the completed section of his warehouse. The once-empty corner now exuded an aura of order and control. Felix nodded in satisfaction.

"First set done. Next…"

100 storage units weren't enough to contain all of the items that Felix had gotten from the mysterious crate exploit. He returned to his house, fetched another batch of weaponry, and returned to the warehouse. He purchased 100 more compartment units and repeated the process.

…

Five days slipped by unnoticed, the passage of time marked only by the island's rapid growth. Its population had swelled to over 3,000—far exceeding the requirements of Felix's quest. Yet, Felix himself hadn't bothered to submit the completed task or even pay it much attention.

Instead, he was immersed in his own world, gleefully purchasing more storage units and methodically organizing volatile items within them. His house's B1 and B2 levels had been completely cleared, leaving only mundane household items behind. All his weapons, ammunition, and gacha rewards now resided in the sprawling warehouse.

Felix finally paused his self-imposed warehouse management marathon when the automatons approached him. They pointed toward the warehouse entrance, where Jiji, Diana, Clover, and Zen stood waiting impatiently.

Realizing the unspoken summons, Felix sighed and begrudgingly stopped working for the first time in days. Dusting off his hands, he exited the warehouse to meet the group.

As soon as he appeared, the four women let out audible sighs of relief.

Diana crossed her arms and scowled. "I thought you'd gone mad. You've been holed up in there giggling to yourself all this time."

Clover laughed nervously, "You've also stopped distributing dragon meat for a week. The food storage is almost out of jerky, and the girls are starting to complain."

Zen nodded, chiming in with her own concerns. "Our supplies are running low as well. I noticed the potato fields and other crops Clover's been managing. Would it be possible for us to harvest them? Or maybe even plant more crops? We've got plenty of willing hands now."

Diana interjected, gesturing for emphasis. "Exactly! We have the manpower, but no one dares to harvest the potatoes without your permission. Can we start working the fields?"

Jiji, however, had a completely different issue to address. Her cheeks flushed as she hesitantly brought it up. "Uh, about the seeds we, uh, 'collected' from you the other day... I might've donated some to the girls."

Felix's eyebrows shot up. "You what?"

Jiji cringed, holding up her hands defensively. "It was supposed to be harmless! But... well, it seems your essence has some kind of narcotic effect. Now they're demanding more, and it's becoming... a problem."

"…"

Felix had a headache. He still had a lot of work to do as a landlord.