Riches and Bitches: I have a gate to an isekai and leveling-up system!

The hour at which we were supposed to leave for breakfast came… and went, along with all the opportunities to catch up with others before our working day started.

Paying it no mind, we continued to indulge in each other, losing all sense of what we were supposed to do in favor of what we were doing.

And between all of the changed nature of the air around Fay, her actions, her responses…

Well, it would suffice to say that it was impossible to say which one of us was to blame when we blew past the breakfast time and went deep into the actual working hours before we finally managed to get over our lust and get ourselves ready to go.

"Today is a big day," I brought up as we cleaned ourselves and moved on to dressing up. "If I got the news right, today everyone shall partake in a hot meal."

Just like it was over the last two days, today the food scheme would evolve again, reaching its ultimate, main form.

This ultimate main form was actually the bare minimum the planners of Makary would agree to when it came to the nutrition needs of our workers, even if they were to be kept at war captive status.

And so, while we were playing around with Leon in his underground bunker to test out his power suits, both the imperial workers and some of the specialized craftsmen from Makary's side were hard at work, turning whatever they could find and make use of to construct a set of mobile kitchens.

According to the plans, each of those mobile kitchens was supposed to be capable of feeding at least four hundred people. That was the theoretical minimum they were to fill… even though no one expected them to service more than two brigades at once.

"You guys are really bringing a new quality to this world," Fay muttered as she put on a fresh set of clothes before stretching her hands up and then bringing them down onto her stomach.

For a moment, her thoughts clearly went astray to all the sticky matter I unloaded deep inside of her. Yet, after putting on a satisfied smile, Fay raised her eyes up, back to both our conversation and the topic at hand.

"If you guys were taken prisoner by the imperials…" Fay shook her head. "I'm not an expert. All I know comes from the few books I've studied in the past. But still," she shook her head again before putting on an uneasy smile.

"It doesn't matter how the imperials would treat us," I countered while passing over a thin blouse, worried the treacherously pleasant weather could bring her down with a fever.

Sure, her body was so powerful something as simple as sickness should no longer have anything to do with her… But after pampering and spoiling her so hard during the night and then again in the morning, I couldn't stand the idea of letting Fay feel cold while we were away.

"Thanks," Fay threw with a small smile that instantly rewarded all the effort it took for me to raise my hand, grab the blouse, and then pass it over.

"We treat them as good as we do because of the cost of doing so…" I shook my head before picking my own jumper and leading Fay out.

Thankfully, now that we literally lived in the new administrative building, our road to the office was pretty damn short. As we went down three floors, we could bear witness to all the work the imperial workers of the Kash brigade put in while we were fooling around.

By now, all the piping was done. And from the looks of things, they've managed to cover the greater part of the entire complex with cables, connecting every last room into the central management system, where Makary engineers were trying to make this mess of cables work.

'Where are they even going to get the electricity from?' I thought, taking a look over the window once we passed by one.

And without a shadow of a doubt, the small shed with the water tower on its roof… It was way too small to house a proper set of generators. And since I couldn't see any solar plates or wind turbines, the chances were…

'Don't tell me they are already building a damn power plant,' I thought, baffled by the thought…

But those were the facts.

The workers were preparing all the cabling for the building. Engineers busied themselves away trying to write and route all of those cables through a set of switches, batteries, and general hardware settings.

But no matter how hard I looked around, I couldn't find a place where all the power necessary to power those cables up would come from. And since it wasn't going to come from anywhere near this particular plot of land… There were only two other options.

The first possibility was to charge batteries back on earth where the cost of doing so was pretty much minimal… Or build an entire power plant in here, on this side of the gate, to remove this dependency of one world over the other.

Surprisingly enough, though, after taking just a moment to think about it, the first option was actually a lot more expensive. After all, one couldn't just plug an industrial-grade battery into the power socket and hope for it to work.

No, to make batteries work, we would need a proper transformator plant. And that, albeit smaller than a power plant of any kind, would come at a cost much greater than just two rows of crude, bio-oil generators.

The saving grace of using those generators was how we could already produce the fuel locally from all the trash and leftovers produced all over the camp!

"Things are moving along nicely," I muttered as we finally got down to the bottom floor of the building… Only to finally see the scale of the mess we've got ourselves into, but a mess that managed to elude our eyes until now.

"Forty-three," one of Makary's mercenaries with a singular earphone hanging to the side of his face loomed over a simple board. Instead of sitting down at the communication station, he was standing above it, monitoring the work of… an imperial?

Following the man's words, the stressed-out imperial brought his finger towards the figure representing forty-three in the local language before moving his finger to the side and flipping a small switch next to the number from leaning to the left to an upright position.

"Forty-three, status change, confirm," the mercenary whispered, surprisingly, in the local tongue over the English that I knew.

"Forty-three, status change, confirm," the imperial spoke out before raising his eyes and looking at the seat next to him.

"Forty-three, status change confirmed, idle-rest. Putting on the timer," the imperial fiddled with some tools stacked all over his station.

A moment later…

"Forty-three, requested at project gazebo, confirm?"

The nearest of the imperials constructed another order after following various pictures his instructor pointed his finger at.

"Forty-three, request already fulfilled, rejecting."n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"This really does move fast," watching the very same scene, Fay muttered while wrapping her hands around my arm.

There were only about half of a thousand of Makary's men in total. A number already grown by all those Makary could possibly recall.

In other words, we suffered an overwhelming shortage of capable manpower, forcing us to push even the most crucial tasks like communications over at imperials, all for the sake of freeing up the trained men that we could use elsewhere.

And if that, if not anything else, wasn't the greatest proof that this place was going to develop at a rate unprecedented in either of the words, then I don't know what would be!

Still, there was a limit to all the good news. A limit that soon materialized itself in from of the furious princess storming through the main hall of the communication department.

"Why weren't you at the breakfast?!" the princess flared up before I even had the chance to say a single word.

"We were…" I looked over to the side, at where Fay stood defiantly with her chin raised as she taxed the princess with her eyes. "We were busy."

Etaria opened up her mouth, ready to scold us even harder…

Only for something on her face to change, forcing the princess to keep staring at us in shocked awe.

"You guys reached…" Etaria muttered, only to then shake her head and reignite the sparks of anger in her eyes. "Nevermind. But when are we going to discuss the expedition?!"

Hearing the question, I took a deep breath, preparing myself for what was to come.

"Right, the expedition," I sighed, knowing full well that I could no longer put this topic aside for a better time. "Actually, I was just going to find you to talk it through."