Chapter 2
The week's many Meetings and Visits through the Nation, and just before I could cap the last day of work, many ambassadors Visited. Osterry, Pullska and the Imperial successor states all came to congratulate me as well ask once again for some Anschluss back into the Empire, given the overall troublesome situation, I could understand why nations like those that were broken from the Empire are now even harder at wanting the safety of being part of a stronger Unified Nation rather than walk by their selves, I can only applaud at how even with a CENTURY with shit going, and basically still being their own nations, wanting the rebirth of the Empire never wavered.
Harder were the Albish and Rus Ambassadors, the latter just came to be polite, but clearly I felt some degree of affirming to me that Civil war crippling them or not, they are still ready to make war a Bloody mess if I dared. Of course, I am a rational, reasonable, peace-loving person. That's so long the other side isn't the one setting the fire in my house or being the unreasonable asshole, those kinds I am a happy to be reciprocal and raze them into nothingness, thank you very much. The Albish was just making sure my stance was what my "Antecessor" maintained until death, I was more than glad to affirm the sickly Albish that Germania's stance remained the same regarding them.
Then comes Weekend, and Time to keep Government stuff nice and easy, because I got an Invitation. A quick trip to Berun's local Largest church, a place I dearly hold in my top 5 most hated Types of buildings, I enter it, and really want to curse Being X, if I didn't knew he and his fucker pals had been fired and punished to forever suffer for being assholes. What once would be a short stay where I would eagerly throw enough cussing to empty one Language's arsenal of cuss words per trip, now was weird in a simple and crude way.
"Early? Good morning."
A man, Tall, 1,95m give or take a centimeter, Vibrant Red Wild Hair and a face no Woman could deny got hearts to skip a beat, that smile though was a hit or miss, and I felt a bit annoyed at it. Navy blue Windjacket, Cargo pants and Black Sports Shoes, that was casual yet at same time his work outfit from what my meetings with him told me.
"Woke up early, and I have nothing much to work today."
"So, any Opinions about this church?"
I couldn't help but frown at that, still, I really couldn't help this weird feeling I was having, a talk may help put it away or get me an answer.
"Pretty normal, hardly changed from so long ago, the Podium, Boring Grandeur, the statue…. Statue?"
I look at the Large statue, the centerpiece of the church and symbol of that so self-proclaimed Asshole X, and feel a mix of quite volatile emotions. That Asshole was no longer what that statue depicted, rather it was that of a petite Woman, in a Dress like those the Church Orphanages gave the Girls (And one I sadly never grew out of that Second Life), on top it a Military jacket, the hands were in a Praying pose…. But the hair… the style…..
"What… what is… this?"
"Hmmm, whoever they worship in this nice church?"
I look at him with clear disgust and horror. ME? WORSHIPPED? Truth be told I would have no shame claiming worship at me is less wasteful than onto any of Those assholes, but that's it. NEVER! God is a JOKE is my belief, and more than enough Proof was fed me by all that club of Asshole Bullies for Asshole Bullies that such belief was justified and correct.
"Explain…"
He looks at me, amused, and making as if he didn't know what I was demanding of him.
"EXPLAIN THAT!"
I Point to the Damned statue.
"Errrm…. That's quite a long story….. and likely not one you would like."
"I don't care, tell me."
He Shrugs.
"Long story short. Your first time at the Rhine, a small but growing cult was born, end of great war it probably was what over 80% of the soldiers believed more than god. By the time you became chancellor and fulfilled all your campaign promises, including ripping the Trianno treaty…. Church of Tanyaism slash Degurechaffism was born for good, and from that it grew, even by now, it's what 98% of OZEV people believe in."
By the end of that explanation, I could only drop to the floor, make a crater and go lie there as if I took an artillery hit that KO'ed me out of the battle. Now that I think of it….. I feel some weird shit….. like Mana being sent my way….. is someone running an active detections spell? In the middle of Berun? Who's the idiot? Anyways, bad joke of a new church that worships me and is the defacto religion of OZEV aside, I am here to talk with Mike, who just is there as if this isn't worth my bad mood.
"Alright, back to topic you damned bastard."
"Ok, managed to get some competent Engineers and scientists to come back to their fatherland, I do have some ideas to propose as the next gen designs. Also I found and convinced some of the best Orb engineers come here to make research, the lag is however painful."
"Any little will help, anything else?"
"ARMS Trigger will Sell some of their already out of use hardware, and set shop here alongside their child companies, give or take a year or two, in four years, Military and the Business landscape will be back to working state."
"Wunderbar….. that's all?"
"yup."
"Alright, I will be going."
I wave him a goodbye and make my walk back to my Kaiserin home, aka a fucking Huge ass estate, one with my own Aircraft Hangar, Tank Garage and a Private armory. And I shouldn't forget it's also with an Underground Vault where tons of my stuff are stored, including some cursed stuff I want to never touch again.
Before returning, maybe a quick visit to a friend, or rather the memorial made for him. And one of the handful of things the loose screws National leaders didn't destroy or remove in their stupid attempt at stopping the Germanians from comparing their failure governments to mine, even if unfair, only an Idiot with too big of an Ego or excessive incompetence would even TRY unpersoning or stopping people from talking about their Blunders, such actions only worsen their problems. The monument in question, just in the Outskirts of Berun, Lergen's Memorial Turbine, As far I was told, this was built merely as a proof of concept Turbine that he gave greenlight before his death, yet the Energy Output it made was such that Everyone, me included, considered a waste to keep it just as a fancy building made in his Honor, so it was decided to get it hooked to the Germanian Energy Grid. Only in the last Decade it had been yielding less than ideal energy Output, which gave the geniuses wanting it gone for good the feeling it was a ripe moment to demolish this, if there's one department in the Civil Government side I could say RIVALLED the Military in the ability to give a nice, long and moisty F you to bad leaders, would be the Logistics and Transports department, what would easily be a quick 5 month deactivation process became an 8 year paperwork and Red tape Hell, and last year some nasty Budget reshufflings froze anything from the affected areas in retaliation.
"I am happy this won't be deactivated anymore, but man, what a surprise! Lil' Lergen decided to have a second wind?"
I look at the direction of that voice, two Engineers currently on their shift keeping a close eye on the instruments.
"Ja! Who would've thought This old timer of a Turbine would suddenly start making over 10 Mega Watts of power again?"
A small smile escapes me. Maybe he was a Nationalist more than a Warmaniac, huh?
"Oy! It rose six more in Output!"
One look at my Smartphone and I better go back, a quick visit is enough for now.
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Back home, some extra Reading on What had gone wrong between my death and current return from it for an Hour, then finally having a realization, I have NO RECOLLECTION AT ALL of a Church centered on worshipping ME ever existing with such crude timeline! Of course, I made a Polite but still VERY sternly worded message to Mike for further explanation. At least I am SURE no such thing ever came to be without me noticing, but I have to be honest, my Ability to recall my past Lifes is tenuous at the best of times, I can with no problem recall knowledge and Information, but whenever I tried getting anything outside or past such, a Brain splitting headache hit me. With some perseverance and bullheadedness, some details and images of people could be made less of an JP Hentai game gone through modern Western Localization of language and censorship, or in short instead of a Pixelized photo, I would have a photo at 32ppi resolution, in a full HD screen, stretched through the whole screen. And the cost would be merely a headache so painful I wouldn't be able to do anything for a good week.
Of course his message was a full non answer, "ask anya". That could be solved quickly, it's yet time for her to clock out so I called her.
"Yes, Holy Kaiserin?"
"Can you please get me information on the History of…. That church?"
"Of course! It won't take long."
Whatever the reason, she was happy to inform me of the church…. Probably happy their beloved target of worship has decided they were worth attention…. If I could, I would just go make some flyovers the Rhine trench hellscape while everyone just fired their artillery at me, and that would feel nicer than accept somehow that a RELIGION centered on me as their deity exists. Shit, this cursed headache.
Half an hour later and Anya returned with quite the Mountain of documents, a skimming of it all and not one piece of paper that isn't about the Church of Tanya. Oh well, I asked, I dig it.
"Anya…. Is this timeline serious?"
"Yes, by all accounts there's no mistakes in the dates."
Just 5% of the pile of papers in and I can say for certain my Worshippers should be GLAD I currently do not have a gun in reach, because the shame, the cringe…..kill me plz.
First of all, it did indeed start with the Rhine Soldiers, then spread like damn wildfire in the North army and the Afrika Task force led by Romel, who of course was a member of honor of it. End of war and it slowly started budding in the Nation, mostly deep countryside or Farmland regions, what first boosted it was the Economic mess the Coalition that ruled before my breakthrough of 32% back then, Hyperinflation and the Looming Reparations demanded by the Trianno Treaty made ripe soil for anything to be grasped by desperate people, somehow the Defeat in the Great War had all but Killed belief in the then main religion, opening a hole for Tanyaism to take place. From there, since the main star of that cult was me, all the shit I achieved, all merely WORK I HAD a DUTY to do, being real honest here, elevated that cult higher and Higher, once my Last Major Promise was achieved, the tearing of the Trianno Treaty, Tanyaism rose to a level no one could stomp down, even me would be hopeless. From that point forward, it just peacefully grew into the Biggest religion in the world, yes, the Church made of a cult that held me as a Deity even now has more Believers than any other belief.
"Honestly…. All I did…. All I did was part of the Jobs I had….."
Anya was pretty giddy, is she a fangirl of me?
"Holy Kaiserin! People worship you exactly because of that! You never demand the Impossible! And you're always so Gentle and caring!"
"I don't think making Mages try surviving artillery barrages as training to be Kind."
"Oh you jest! Your training regimen saved innumerous Mages and even Infantrymen! And it's your high Quality standards that make our soldiers the best! And all of that are things YOU demanded of yourself!"
"EXCUSE ME?"
Anya didn't seem to listen as she began to list somehow an endless list of all shit people claim I made breakthroughs or was a Visionary genius at….. just oh so great.
what next? Telling me Female Fashion is my brainchild next?
"…. Oh and the Fashion! No lady has a complete wardrobe without the Dress and Jacket set!"
"huh?"
"Indeed Holy Kaiserin! No Girl hasn't had a stage in life cosplaying as you! Or having at least sets of clothing patterned after your dress style! And…. Are you ok Holy Kaiserin?"
I just can't… I can't… SOMEONE KILL ME!
