"I'm not fucking drunk..." - Indicates someone speaking
"I'm not hallucinating, I am not hallucinating." - Indicates someone speaking in their thoughts
"You're shelling out fucking position, Orobachi!" - Indicates someone using the radio or communication through frequency
[You are banned from admin privileges] - Chat box or comment section
{Random bullshit go!} - Indicates someone casting a spell or a chant
"I see, so we're facing off a bunch of aliens. Well! As a welcome gift we will give them FREEDOM!" - Indicates someone speaking in spectator mode
«Spawn_Leopard_2a7» - A server command or someone spawning an item through key commands
"A user has joined the server" - Server voice
"There's no such thing as Russian Bias. You just have skill issue to kill a cold war tank. Let alone a tank from World War 2." - ZeroSeiko
"Alright, what the hell happened here?" Piña demanded, rising to her feet with a visible anger brewing in her expression. The scene before her was a chaotic tableau, a convergence of disparate events within a single room.
Her gaze swept across the room, taking in the unfolding events. Bozes, restrained by Rodry and Grangto, struggled against their hold, her frustration evident. Nearby, her Rose Knights were bound and held captive in a corner, surrounded by a motley crew of players from different nationalities - Italians, Spaniards, and Swedes - clearly guarding them and watching over them so they don't do anything stupid.
In another corner, Seiko was tending to Taijo's face, the aftermath of an earlier altercation written on his features. Piña's mind raced, trying to piece together the sequence of events that led to this chaotic convergence of allies and adversaries.
"Fuck, don't move will you, bastard?" Seiko mutters as he heals Taijo's face
"Ah, fuck my face hurts." Taijo eventually turned off his touch sensory on his haptic suit but the pain before can be felt still
"We didn't do anything to him, nya~." the cat maid Persia chimed in innocently.
"I was just happily eating some sweets, and then all of this happened. Definitely not my fault." Rory added with a shrug.
However, the weight of responsibility fell heavily on Bozes, who spoke with a miserable aura, "It was... my doing, Your Highness."
"Gugh?! AARRGH!" Piña's frustration reached its peak as she stressfully sat down on her seat. She had had enough of the unexpected antics from her team. The plan was set in motion, but the unexpected presence of Taijo's team threw everything off course. She hadn't even realized that the Players outside were hiding from the Rose Knights, unaware of their allegiance, and had thought it amusing to startle them.
"Another failure... Another freaking failure..." Piña seethed, her anger evident in her muttering. "Just how am I supposed to deal with this?" Her mind raced with thoughts of reprimands and adjustments to salvage the situation.
Rodry exchanged meaningful nods with Seiko, a silent confirmation passing between them. He then turned to Grangto, who mirrored the nod, indicating a shared understanding of the situation.
"Your Highness, without further delay, uhh we should escort our commander back for the Admin Meeting," Rodry spoke with a tone of urgency, emphasizing the importance of Taijo's presence in the upcoming political gathering among high-ranking players.
"Yeah, what happened today doesn't concern us directly. Besides..." Grangto's gaze shifted briefly towards Taijo, his unspoken implication clear. The current events paled in comparison to the larger responsibilities and obligations they all shared within their gaming community.
"But this is a big problem! I-Its already morning! Why not stay for breakfast, We could talk things out and and..."
Piña's hopeful plea to PT-1 was met with Seiko's firm response from across the room, cutting off her words mid-sentence.
"With all due respect, Your Highness, we must decline the offer as Taijo..." Seiko paused briefly, exchanging a whispered conversation with Taijo in Japanese, seeking permission to explain the situation truthfully.
"Mochiron, mochiron..." Taijo's response in Japanese signified his agreement with Seiko's decision to be transparent.
Seiko continued, addressing Piña's concerns directly, "Lieutenant Colonel Taijo has been invited to the Admin Meeting of the Players Coalition. As you are aware, Taijo leads the Japanese branch, and unfortunately, this information seems to have been leaked." His frustration was evident as he navigated the delicate situation.
"Furthermore, due to his current circumstances, I've managed to negotiate a five-day extension. However, we still need to depart promptly due to the meeting." Seiko explained, highlighting the urgency of their departure.
Womble simplified Seiko's explanation for Lelei, who then relayed the message to Piña in simpler terms, "The Senate of the Player's Coalition has requested Taijo's presence urgently for a meeting. Therefore, he and his party must leave today." Lelei's translation bridged the gap for Piña, conveying the necessity of their immediate departure.
Piña's mind raced with astonishment as the realization hit her. "Report to the Senate?! They have a Senate?!" Her eyes widened as she processed the implications. She glanced across the room at the injured yet determined Taijo, realizing the magnitude of his position. "The leader of this seemingly small party has such an elite career that he's been invited to report to their Senate?! That means his branch holds considerable influence and status within the Coalition."
Her thoughts turned darker as she pondered further, "What kind of person have we encountered?" The weight of Taijo's words echoed in her mind, "A single word from him... can bring down the wrath of the Coalition upon the Empire!"
Piña's resolve solidified as she stood up abruptly from her chair, her determination evident. "I cannot let them leave like this!" Her decision crystallized in her mind, and without hesitation, she declared, "Very well! I shall accompany you all to this Senate meeting!"
The room fell into a tense silence, each player processing Piña's sudden decision until a guard, who had been overseeing the bound Rose Knights, let out a half-hearted chuckle before speaking up.
"Uhm... Princess, do you have any idea what kind of meeting this is? It's strictly Players-only, no outsiders allowed unless it's for negotiations after the meeting. The idea of bringing someone non-Player into the meeting is... unconventional." DaizukeTaijo pointed out, his tone laced with skepticism.
But Seiko intervened swiftly, his voice cutting through the tension in the room.
"Guess we'll give it a try." ZeroSeiko remarked, his confidence evident.
"Oi, oi, you don't get to decide that, you bastard." Taijo muttered under his breath, his frustration evident.
"Then who's calling the shots here? Besides, let's see their reaction. You wanted to see how AI reacts to culture and technology shock, right?" Seiko countered in a hushed tone, audible only to the Players present. His words hinted at a deeper plan, one that involved testing boundaries and observing reactions in this unexpected scenario.
Taijo's response carried a mix of resignation and acceptance, his gaze shifting to the determined princess. "Fine..." he conceded, "Seeing that you're so eager to join us, I won't object. Also, is Lady Myui willing to accompany us?" Taijo inquired, considering the familial ties and potential comfort such a presence could offer in uncertain circumstances.
The mention of Lady Myui sparked confusion among the group. "Wait, what?" Womble interjected, with some confusion why he . mentioned Mady Myui
"A family member visiting a prisoner who is also a family member has precedence." Taijo explained, his thoughts aligning with his decision. "I'm not sure if that extends to POWs, but there is some relative peace between our realms and Alnus. So, why not?"
"Isn't that right, Lazy Bana— I mean, Anders?" Taijo turned to the gaming avatar known as The Lazy Banana Gaming, seeking confirmation.
"I'm in the same boat as you. I'm not familiar with family visits for POWs, but sure, why not." Anders responded casually. "However, I won't be the one to engage in conversations. Besides, I don't speak Japanese." he added, highlighting a potential language barrier but maintaining an open stance toward the unique situation.
"Th-Then... I can finally meet my father?" Myui's voice trembled with emotion as she emerged from her hiding place between her two maids, Mamina and Persia.
Taijo nodded, offering reassurance, "Well, temporarily, of course. He's still held in prison, but his release is likely soon. Perhaps within a month or so. Additionally, the prison where he's held falls under the jurisdiction of the Japanese branch, and our influence covers all of Japan. So arranging a meeting shouldn't be too difficult. I'll ensure you have at least 4 hours to spend with him."
Lady Myui's eyes welled up with tears, her smile radiant as she anticipated reuniting with her father after what felt like an eternity.
Seiko's whisper caught Taijo's attention, prompting a quiet exchange about a specially designed prison. "Yeah, I named it Kikoshihoro prison. It's designed to accommodate up to 100,000 prisoners, but currently, there are around 31,000 inmates." Taijo clarified.
With plans taking shape, Taijo explained to Piña that only one additional person could join their journey, prompting her to choose Bozes. Lady Myui, however, was accompanied by her two maids. Haikaku questioned the reasoning behind the different numbers, given the maids' capabilities. Taijo simply responded, "The more, the merrier." emphasizing the value of companionship and support in their upcoming venture.
Some time went by as the vehicles of PT-1 were ready to depart from the mansion. It took a little longer for Piña and Vozes to dress up but Myui just dressed up in her outdoor outfit befitting for a countess
It was the most interesting week for PT-1.
Saving Italica from a bunch of bandits
Taijo got captured
Then also beating him up on the way here
And then this...
Taijo checked his Heads-Up Display (HUD) and noted that his clothes' durability had decreased significantly, ranging from 40% to 64%. With the assistance of the maids, they managed to patch it up to a more manageable 76%, although the color pattern was slightly altered.
"We are very sorry, Sir Taijo. We couldn't find the exact cloth that matches the patterns of your attire, despite it being jet black. We wanted to maintain the same color scheme," Mohmu, the human maid, apologized earnestly.
"I also assisted in the repairs." Aurea, the medusa maid, chimed in, wanting to contribute.
Taijo waved off their concerns with a reassuring smile. "Nah, it's alright. I have plenty of spare sets back at Alnus. But I appreciate your efforts to mend it as best as you could." His words conveyed gratitude and understanding, acknowledging their dedication despite the challenges faced in finding matching materials.
As Taijo settled comfortably into his seat, he glanced behind him and observed Piña and Bozes outside, dressed impeccably in attire suitable for royalty visiting another country. He acknowledged their presence with a nod before sensing the slight movement of the vehicle, indicating that they had boarded.
Taijo gestured with his hands, signaling the convoy to commence its journey. Alongside their main vehicle, another one had been added to accommodate Lady Myui and her two maids.
The convoy's engines roared to life as they started their departure. Outside, the citizens of Italica gathered to bid them farewell, waving enthusiastically as the convoy rolled away.
Navigating through familiar roads, the convoy retraced the path taken during Taijo's capture. Seiko, who accompanied them, noticed a shift in Bozes' expression as they passed by the site where she had mistreated Taijo. Taijo, on the other hand, took advantage of the journey to catch a brief nap, trusting in his team's vigilance during the trip.
As the convoy approached a hill, a sudden whirling sound echoed through the air, capturing everyone's attention. The source became clear as two Kamov Ka-52 Alligators and one AH-64 Apache appeared, flying low overhead.
The sight left Piña and Bozes awestruck yet apprehensive, their expressions reflecting a mixture of amazement and trepidation. In contrast, the girls like Kavrala, Tuka, Lelei, and Rory watched in admiration, unfazed by the display as they were accustomed to such aerial spectacles. Nevertheless, the low fly-by of the helicopters retained its majestic allure.
"There are different iron birds?" Piña mused to herself, her curiosity piqued by the unexpected sight.
"Your Highness, we're passing by Alnus Hill." Bozes informed Piña, providing context to the scene.
"Already?" Piña turned to look out of the vehicle window, catching a glimpse of the iconic hill. "That was faster than I expected." she remarked, marveling at the efficiency of their journey thus far.
As the convoy continued its journey, they encountered various military contingents marching along the route. First came the Russian soldiers, their disciplined formation and precise movements showcasing their military prowess. Next were the German soldiers, renowned for their efficiency and precision on the battlefield. Following them were the American troops, their equipment and demeanor exuding strength and professionalism. Finally, they passed by the British soldiers, known for their storied military traditions and discipline.
Leading each group were players from their respective nations, capturing the impressive march on camera to share with their online communities. The sight of these well-coordinated and disciplined units left a lasting impression on the convoy, highlighting the diverse and global nature of the Players Coalition and its military components.
"Alles klar, Jungs! Aufeinanderfolgende Atemzüge!" Ther German Player shouted. The same for the other players speaking in their own language (Translate - Alright guys! Consecutive Breathes!)
As the march unfolded before them, Piña's interest was piqued, and she began taking mental notes alongside Bozes. Observing the different units and their compositions, they noted that the "infantry men" referred to by the Players were the regular foot soldiers, whereas those wearing black attire like PT-1 members were predominantly Players, many of whom held officer ranks.
Curious about the hierarchy and command structure among Players, Piña turned to Lelei for insights. She inquired if Lelei had noticed how many footmen the average Player commanded.
Lelei shared her observations with Piña and Bozes, explaining that aside from PT-1 to PT-47, the average number of Players with other players was around 15. However, Players commanding footmen directly numbered at least 40 or more.
Piña was taken aback by this revelation, realizing that there were potentially 46 more groups similar to PT-1 in terms of commanding foot soldiers. Lelei added that even Seiko, who seemed engrossed in his phone and oblivious to their conversation despite being right beside them, was the Commander of PT-2, highlighting the vast scope of organized player-led military units within the coalition.
Piña's inquiry into the uniform differences led to a discussion about the significance of black attire among Players, as explained by Lelei. Lelei highlighted that Players wore black uniforms as a distinct marker of their status within the coalition. Piña, intrigued by this new information, sought to understand what being a "Player" meant in their context.
Lelei, though not having a chance to delve deeply into the concept, shared her observations with Piña. She noted that Players, unlike regular soldiers, were more familiar with each other's names but often referred to regular soldiers by their soldier names or nicknames. This distinction in addressing individuals highlighted the unique dynamics within their military structure.
As for the regular soldiers, Lelei mentioned that they wore various colored camouflage uniforms, with green being the most prevalent choice. This color variation helped in easy identification of different units and roles within the military hierarchy, contributing to efficient communication and coordination during operations.
The conversation between Piña and Lelei delved deeper into the intricacies of the military and societal norms within the coalition.
Lelei explained that despite the general rule of black uniforms indicating Players, there were exceptions. Non-Player soldiers who wore black were part of the Special Forces or elite units within the coalition, having undergone rigorous training and proving themselves as the best of the best.
Piña's curiosity expanded to include the presence of demi-humans within the coalition's ranks. She questioned why they were not discriminated against and treated equally. Lelei revealed that there was a strict "No Discrimination Rule" in place, with severe consequences for anyone caught being racist. This rule applies to both Players and non-Players, allowing others to intervene and enforce the rule through physical or disciplinary actions.
The revelation of such a rule surprised Piña, prompting her to wonder if there were other strict regulations within the coalition. However, she couldn't help but contrast this egalitarian approach with the deeply ingrained racism within her Empire, especially towards non-humans or demi-humans. This stark contrast highlighted the differences in societal values and norms between the coalition and her own Empire.
As the convoy progressed, they encountered another training session, this time featuring a mix of Players and Soldiers lined up with an array of machine guns and rifles aimed at designated targets.
Piña's curiosity was piqued by the weaponry, mistaking them for magic staves due to their unfamiliarity. She questioned Lelei, "Those things they are holding... Are those magic staves? Are all soldiers in the Coalition mages?"
Bozes, reflecting on the potential power of combining magic with military might, muttered her thoughts, "If they can transform weak mages into powerful ones, I can only imagine the challenges we'd face in combat."
Lelei took a moment to consider the question before responding, "It might be a bit complex to explain, but I'll try. Some soldiers in the coalition do possess magic abilities. However, for Players, all of them can use magic to varying extents, surpassing even the arch mages of Rondel in skill and prowess."
The revelation showcased the formidable capabilities of both Players and selected soldiers within the coalition, hinting at a harmonious integration of magic and conventional warfare tactics in their training and operations.
Piña's surprise was palpable as she exclaimed, "Th-Then those staffs are magic staffs?!"
However, Lelei shook her head in response, denying the assumption. This revelation left both Piña and Bozes stunned, realizing that the weapons carried by Players and Soldiers were not magical in nature.
Lelei clarified, "Those 'black steel staffs' are called guns. There are various types of guns used by the coalition forces."
She continued to explain the diversity of weaponry, "Among them are Anti-Tank Weapons, specifically designed to counter the "iron beetles" which they call "armored vehicles" and iron elephants which they call "Tanks" or specifically Main Battle Tanks or MBTs."
Lelei further elaborated, "Then there are Sniper Rifles or Marksman Rifles, specialized for long-range engagements. Some models, like the ASM VAL, can also be effective at medium ranges. Additionally, there's a Marksman rifle that excels across all ranges, known as the M110a2."
"Next, we have the regular rifles, which come in a variety of designs. They fall into two main categories: Assault Rifles and Battle Rifles," Lelei explained. "Assault rifles are commonly used by anyone capable of handling a weapon like a rifle. The majority of PT-1 members, including Sir Taijo with his 'HOWA Type 20' rifle, prefer Assault Rifles. On the other hand, Battle Rifles utilize powerful ammunition and can sometimes overlap with Marksman rifles. Sir Rodry wields a 'G3a4,' while Leo carries an 'FAL.'"
Lelei then shifted her focus to Machineguns, a crucial asset in combat scenarios. "Among the members of PT-1, only Sir Rodry freely utilizes a Machinegun. However, there are others like Sir Real, Sir Grangto, and even Sir Leo who can handle Machineguns when necessary." she noted.
"Machineguns play a vital role in crowd control," Lelei emphasized, drawing from past battles like Italica. "During the Battle of Italica, Sir Rodry managed to neutralize over a hundred bandits with his 'MG-3' alone, showcasing its effectiveness. Machinegunners, due to their firepower, are often targeted early in engagements, which is why they typically operate in teams of three for optimal usage."
Lelei's detailed briefing continued, covering the finer details of smaller arms and specialized weaponry within the coalition's arsenal.
She explained, "Next, we have the 'smaller arms,' which include sub-machineguns and pistols. These firearms typically share the same ammunition within the coalition, emphasizing their close-quarters combat effectiveness. Sub-machineguns excel in short-range engagements, ideal for close-quarters combat scenarios. However, variations in ammunition exist among different models. Pistols, on the other hand, are standard issue for all Soldiers and Players in the Coalition. They serve as crucial backup weapons once primary ammunition runs low, offering versatility in combat situations."
Lelei then moved on to discuss another critical weapon type, stating, "There is also the 'Anti-Air' weapon, akin to the Anti-Tank weaponry. These specialized weapons are designed to target and neutralize aerial threats like 'Iron Flies' and 'Iron Birds.' However, operating these weapons effectively is challenging due to countermeasures employed by airborne units within the coalition."
Her comprehensive explanations shed light on the diversity of weaponry available to coalition forces, each serving specific roles and contributing to the overall effectiveness of their combat strategies in various scenarios.
As Lelei continued to explain, there are some Players in PT-1 listening to her while she is answering Piña
"You know, I only understood half of what bullshit she just said. I mean, all of them are accurate to their usage but still the description is a hit exaggerating." The Lazy Banana Gaming said through the Radio of Taijo
"Just shut the fuck up and let her cook, I want to listen to her understanding of weapons as well. Maybe she is a gem under rough rocks as she might be a key to improve the AIs." DaizukeTaijo replied back to Lazy Banana Gaming
As Lelei's explanation continued, the convoy was interrupted by the thunderous arrival of a dozen tanks rolling into view. Among them were recognizable models such as the Leopard 2A7s, familiar to Piña, alongside other formidable tanks like the Russian T-90MS, M1A2 Abrams, LeClercs, Challenger 2, and a distinctive lone T-14 Armata and KF51 Panther alongside each other
The tanks unleashed their firepower, the loud "bomp" echoing through the surroundings, though muffled from within the vehicles. Piña, recalling the similar sound from witnessing an "Iron Elephant" fire in Italica, understood the immense power behind these armored vehicles' weaponry.
Lelei tied this demonstration to her previous explanations, stating, "As I mentioned before, these tanks are just part of the 'big arms.' Players from the British-Branch humorously refer to a dozen or more tanks as 'Cavalry.' Hence, they often shout 'The Cavalry is here' upon their 'Iron Elephants' arrival. This term can also extend to aerial units like 'iron birds' and 'iron flies,' emphasizing the combined strength and impact of these formidable assets on the battlefield."
The display of military might underscored the coalition's prowess in employing a diverse range of weaponry and units, from infantry and small arms to heavy armored vehicles and aerial support, showcasing their comprehensive approach to modern warfare.
Piña's contemplation deepened as she witnessed the military exercises unfolding before her. The precision and coordination displayed by the coalition forces seemed almost scripted, leading her to question the motives behind their past actions.
"Why..." Piña murmured in bewilderment, "Why did we attack these... 'People'? Why is an army like this attacking us?"
Lelei, ever insightful, responded calmly, "The Empire has stepped on a Dragon's tail."
Bozes, visibly taken aback by Lelei's statement, interjected sharply, "Watch your mouth, girl! How can you speak so recklessly when the Empire is facing such grave threats?"
Unperturbed, Lelei maintained her composure, explaining, "I am a nomad, and I speak freely. These words echo sentiments shared by Players when the Empire first encountered and entered the GATE. It signifies the magnitude of your Empire's actions and the consequences they have brought upon you."
As Bozes gritted her teeth in frustration and Piña contemplated the Empire's chances of victory, another unsettling realization dawned upon her. Piña couldn't help but notice that the Players Coalition, despite their formidable display and military prowess, seemed to be using lower-budget weapons "for now.". Or what Lelei said to them when she heard a conversation of teo Players before arriving to Italica
This revelation added a layer of complexity to the situation. It raised questions about the true extent of the coalition's capabilities and resources. Were they holding back, or was there more to their arsenal yet unseen? Piña grappled with these thoughts as she considered the implications for their ongoing conflict with the coalition.
The juxtaposition of advanced tactics and weaponry with apparent budget limitations presented a puzzle that Piña couldn't ignore. It highlighted the need for careful assessment and strategic planning on the Empire's part, especially when facing such a formidable opponent as the Players Coalition.
Upon arriving at one of the entrances/exits of the fortress and observing the heightened security with numerous guards, Piña couldn't help but question Lelei once again. Lelei's explanation about the "Battle Buddy" method shed some light on the strategic deployment of guards, even though she didn't fully comprehend the reasoning behind it. The emphasis on teamwork and mutual support to prevent infiltration or attacks made sense in a military context.
The sight of two tanks strategically positioned facing the entrance and exit further reinforced the fortress's security measures, showcasing the seriousness of their approach to defense.
As Taijo exited the vehicle and engaged in discussions outside, his laughter and subsequent jovial remark upon returning to the vehicle hinted at a relaxed demeanor despite the tense surroundings. Taijo's parting words, "Well, don't get bored on your job then," conveyed both confidence and camaraderie among the team, even in the face of heightened security protocols.
"What are they doing?" SovietWomble inquired, curious about the guards' activities.
"They got bored of all the inner base chores so they decided to do entrance guard duty instead." DaizukeTaijo explained, highlighting the team's willingness to switch tasks for a change of pace.
"Yeah, I can understand that. Paperwork is boring no matter where you are." another member remarked, emphasizing the universal nature of mundane tasks.
"Well, let's hope there are no daily crackhead appearances tonight." Rodry quipped humorously, injecting levity into the conversation.
The shared chuckles among the players reflected their bond and shared experiences, serving as a brief moment of respite before continuing their mission. As the entrance guards opened the gates for them, the team moved forward
As the convoy arrived at their destination, everybody got out of the vehicles. As Taijo was about to enter a building after muttering to Womble "I'm logging out."
"Sir Taijo! Do you have time? Can we have a talk? Just the two of us." Piña requested, her urgency evident in her tone.
Before Taijo could respond, Haikaku intervened, seizing Taijo's shirt collar and guiding him indoors, effectively cutting off Piña's attempt.
"Milady?" Bozes inquired, noticing Piña's disappointment and frustration.
"Tch! I lost the chance to persuade him again!" Piña exclaimed, clearly feeling thwarted in her efforts to engage Taijo in a private conversation.
But, Piña is more annoyed that the demi-human fox pulled Taijo away even though it's urgent. But in truth, the young couple being Haikaku and Taijo are just tired and want to log out from the server as soon as possible. They are asians and they cannot play with players who are from the other side of the globe. Unless its in-between the time zone where there are so many times where both Asian and Western Playerd play together for 3 to 4 hours until one of them is too tired to continue
Then the appearance of an female soldier in all black brought a new sense of direction to Piña and Bozes' situation.
"Hello there, young ladies. I am your guide for today. So feel free to ask me anything," the soldier greeted them, prompting Piña and Bozes to exchange glances before turning their attention back to her.
"May I request an audience with the person in charge of this settlement?" Piña inquired politely, expressing her desire to engage with the leadership.
"Surely, I will call a superior officer for confirmation," the soldier responded promptly, reaching for her radio to relay the request.
After receiving confirmation, the soldier informed Piña and Bozes that their request had been approved, leading them to the designated meeting room.
As Piña and Bozes entered the meeting room, their attention was immediately captured by the exquisite furniture and design. Despite finding some of the decorations questionable due to their noble backgrounds, they couldn't help but be impressed by the high quality and comfort of the furnishings. In particular, the crystal clear glass table stood out to them, seeming to defy gravity with its elegant design.
"This table must've been crafted by a skilled artisan and artist. I can't even begin to imagine its price." Piña marveled, expressing her admiration for the craftsmanship.
Unbeknownst to them, the actual cost of such glass tables in the players' currency was surprisingly affordable, around 450 dollars. The discrepancy between their assumptions and the reality of player economics added an ironic twist to their awe-inspired reactions.
"Where is the GATE?" Piña pondered silently, her gaze fixed on the imposing structure.
The heightened security around the GATE caught Piña's attention. Unlike the typical camp-patterned soldiers she had seen outside, these guards were uniformly dressed in black. This distinction left her uncertain whether they were Players or elite soldiers, further adding to the mystery and tension surrounding the fortified entrance.
The scene changes as outside the meeting room reveals two players, identified by the usernames USJN Missoutomo and FamousDragon, both adorned in high-ranking officer uniforms.
"Why the fucking hell am I put into this position? I'm no fucking leader." FamousDragon grumbled in a voice just audible enough for his companion.
"Well, Taijo is offline, and we were told by Seiko to deal with it." USJN Missoutomo responded matter-of-factly, reflecting the pragmatism required in such situations.
The original plan was for Taijo, the server host, to meet with Piña. However, with Taijo offline, Seiko, taking charge for the moment, instructed these two players to step in as leaders on Taijo's behalf. He even provided them with uniforms, a fortunate acquisition designed by a French Player, to maintain the appearance of authority and continuity in Taijo's absence.
The addition of two guards and three commissioned officers, all NPCs or AIs controlled by players.
"Well, try to pick a personality you want. I just want to get things over with." Missoutomo remarked to FamousDragon, expressing a desire to expedite the proceedings.
FamousDragon responded with a small smile, though Missoutomo couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. FamousDragon's casual "Jasne..." in Polish, meaning "Sure..." hinted at an underlying tension or uncertainty in the situation, which only added to the intrigue of the encounter.
As Missoutomo entered the meeting room, she initiated a formal tone befitting a diplomatic encounter, acknowledging Piña and Bozes with gratitude for their patience.
"Thank you for waiting." She greeted them as she entered, maintaining a demeanor expected in such official interactions.
With FamousDragon and the three commissioned officers following suit, the room settled into a sense of importance and formality, emphasized by the presence of the guards outside, ensuring privacy and security for the meeting within.
The introductions at the meeting proceed with a formal exchange of names and positions.
"Should we begin the introduction?" General Missoutomo inquired, prompting Piña and Bozes to agree.
"Yes," Piña confirmed.
"*Ahem, My name is General Missoutomo of this Base, Fortress Discori. And my companion here is Józef Micek." General Missoutomo introduced herself and FamousDragon, establishing their identities and roles in the discussion.
The meeting continues with a brief moment of silence, during which FamousDragon uses the chat interface to communicate with Missoutomo.
[CDragoAll]FamousDragon: [You gave me a name?]
[CZakishi]USJN Missoutomo: [I have to think of something of a Polish name, you bastard...]
The introductions proceeded smoothly with Piña and Bozes providing their names.
"My name is Piña Co Lada, and this is my Honorary Knight Bozes Co Palestii," Piña introduced herself and Bozes.
Missoutomo internally sighed "And it has to be the name of a cocktail drink. Great. Now my seriousness of this meeting that was building up before is gone..." However, she maintained her composure and extended courtesy, saying, "Yes, nice meeting you both. Please sit, Lady Piña..."
With everyone seated, a calm atmosphere settled in the room, setting the stage for the upcoming discussions.
"So..." Missoutomo started "What seems to be the important discussion that our esteemed ladies of the Empire of yours are visiting here?" Missoutomo said in a calm manner and also a bit curiosity as to why they are here
"I'd like to offer my formal apology. There has been a breach of conduct regarding the agreement, which was caused by members of my team." (Piña)
"I understand." Missoutomo acknowledged solemnly.
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"I was informed by one of Taijo's subordinates about his capture and rough treatment on the way to Italica. He returned nearly on death's door when they arrived." FamousDragon remarked with a snake-like smile.
Piña and Bozes gasped internally, realizing the incident had not been widely known here.
FamousDragon continued, "Upon entering the mansion for treatment, his comrades mentioned he was slapped, bruised, and scratched. Considering his personality, it would be ironic if asked how he got those injuries. It's almost comical." he added with a chuckle.
Piña couldn't believe it. "They found out on their own? How did this happen? I should have ensured Sir Taijo kept quiet while in Italica." Piña regretted.
Both Piña and Bozes hung their heads in shame and embarrassment.
Missoutomo then messaged him,
[CZakishi]USJN Missoutomo: [When I said pick a personality you want, there are limits for you to choose from, u/FamousDragon]
[CDragoAll]FamousDragon: [XD my mistake lol]
[CDragoAll]FamousDragon: [I enjoy putting the NPCs through some hardship. It adds to the amusement.]
As everyone saw the chat between Missoutomo and FamousDragon, the public channel lit up with "Bruh..." directed at FamousDragon.
Missoutomo then spoke "Apologies for that. I understand you've taken on a mediating role between our parties. However, if it's too much for you, we can adjust the terms."
"Reconsider?!" Piña interjected quickly. "N-No, no! I'm fine. I'm content with my current position, General Missoutomo."
"I see..." Missoutomo pondered silently to himself, considering Piña's response.
Here's a continuation of your scene:
The control tower hummed with activity as players from various nationalities and a dozen NPC soldiers monitored the airspace.
In a corner of the control room atop the tower, two Russian players were engrossed in a game of 8-ball on their phones.
Suddenly, a high-pitched "Beep!" echoed through the room, drawing the attention of everyone present. One of the Russian Players swiftly turned towards the radar display, where a single dot blinked insistently.
‹BEEP!›
"Oy. Idi syuda i posmotri..." The Russian Player said to his partner (Translate - Oi. Come here and have a look)
Here's the revised version of your dialogue:
The other Russian player moved to join his partner and inspected the RADAR, focusing on the blinking dot.
"Eto, navernoye, prosto viverna ili chto-to v etom rode." The second Russian player remarked casually. (Translate - It's probably just a wyvern or something)
"Net, viverny nel'zya obnaruzhit' radarom. Eta sistema sposobna obnaruzhivat' ugrozy dazhe boleye ser'yeznyye, chem drakon." The first Russian player explained. (Translate - No, wyverns can't be picked up on RADAR. This system is capable of detecting threats even greater than a dragon.)
Russian Player 2 looked at his partner with widened eyes
"Reaktivnyye istrebiteli protivnika — eto odno, a drakony? Nam nuzhno nemedlenno podnyat' v vozdukh istrebiteli-perekhvatchiki." he urged, a sense of urgency in his voice. (Translate - Enemy jet fighters are one thing, but dragons? We need to get interceptor fighters into the air immediately.)
Unable to confirm due to the dot's small size, which is usually indicative of dragon-sized entities, the two Russian players consulted with others in the room.
As more radar screens began to beep, indicating a widespread anomaly, an American player spoke up, "Hey, Vlads! You guys seeing this on your radar?"
"da, we've got a random dot on our radarni too. It's small though." one of the Russian players replied in slightly broken English, indicating that they were experiencing the same issue.
"Should we try contacting that dot?" an Italian player suggested, breaking the tense silence.
"I attempted communication, but there was no response," the German player confirmed, his tone filled with concern.
All eyes turned toward the radar blip, tension mounting in the control room.
‹CRASH!›
The sound of shattering glass filled the air as something crashed through the windows of the control tower.
As the players turned to face the disturbance, they were greeted by the sight of a female humanoid with dragon wings, a tail, and horns. She was dressed in a white, somewhat revealing gown and wielded a massive scythe that seemed impossibly large for her frame.
"So, these are the otherworlders..." the female dragonewt remarked, her voice carrying an air of authority.
The sudden silence was shattered by the crash, and then...
"What? Haven't you people seen a dragonkin like me—"
"Enemy!"
"Vrag!"
"Fiend!"
"Merda di merda!"
Instantly, every player in the room trained their guns on her.
‹ratatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatat!!!›
The room erupted in a cacophony of gunfire as the players reacted swiftly to the perceived threat.
After the hail of gunfire ceased, smoke billowed through the room, obscuring vision.
A chilling silence settled in, broken only by a slightly psychotic laugh.
"Hahaha... Oh, you've never encountered a Demigoddess before..." As the smoke dispersed, the dragonewt woman's body, riddled with bullet wounds, began to heal before their eyes.
"It's a self-healing cheater!" the American player shouted in frustration as the wounds closed seamlessly.
In a swift and deadly motion, the dragonewt swung her giant scythe, cleaving through the American player, who gasped, "Well, shit..." before being relegated to spectator mode upon death. The gruesome spectacle left the room in shocked silence once more, as players grappled with the reality of facing such a formidable opponent.
Amidst the chaos, a Russian player discreetly pressed a button under a nearby table, hoping for a solution. However, his efforts were in vain as the scythe pierced through his chest, ending his digital life in an instant.
"Blyat." he cursed, echoing the sentiment of frustration and surprise shared by players upon sudden death. Such reactions were commonplace in the intense world they inhabited.
As the dragonewt woman swiftly dispatched the Russian player, alarms blared throughout the entire base, filling the air with urgency and tension.
A booming voice echoed through the speakers, commanding attention and action.
"ATTENTION! ENEMY INTRUDER HAS ENTERED THE BASE! ATTENTION! ENEMY INTRUDER HAS ENTERED THE BASE!"
"ALL AVAILABLE UNITS, ARM YOURSELVES AND NEUTRALIZE THE INTRUDER! SEARCH AND DESTROY!"
"ENEMIES SHALL BE KILLED IMMEDIATELY!"
Then the voice from the speaker changed languages
Amidst the chaos, confusion rippled through the chat box as players scrambled to understand the sudden activation of alarms without visible threats or gunfire.
American Player: [The enemy is in the fucking control tower! She's already taken out nine guys and got the fuck out]
Russian Player: [She's currently heading to whatever the fuck she's heading!]
As the female dragonewt landed on the ground, her confusion deepened at the absence of ground troops despite the blaring alarms. The cacophony of noise from the ongoing events began to grate on her nerves, fueling a growing sense of annoyance.
Amidst the chaos, a surprising exchange unfolded:
"Giselle?"
"Rory?"
Then an awkward silence, excluding the sirens, occurred until the dragonewt which Rory said her name was Giselle spoke
"Well, this is unexpected. Let's cut to the chase. Hardy demands your return" Giselle demanded, her tone firm.
"And what if I refuse?" Rory retorted arrogantly, tightening her grip on her halberd as a smile played on her lips.
"Then I'll make you return." Giselle responded, matching Rory's determination as she tightened her grip on her scythe, readying herself for a fight.
"I doubt that's how they handle things in the otherworld." Rory taunted.
"Why should we care? They are just puny mortals..." Giselle scoffed.
Before Giselle could finish her sentence, a sword suddenly pierced through her abdomen, cutting off her words and shocking Giselle as she didn't feel the presence of the person stabbing her
Confusion clouded Giselle's features as she grappled with the sudden sensation of pain. Bullets had always been inconsequential to her, causing no real harm, but this sword piercing her abdomen was different—it hurt.
Rory, equally surprised by the turn of events, stepped back slightly, her grip on her halberd tightening in apprehension.
The wound, though painful, did not immediately kill Giselle. As a demigoddess, her resilience kept her alive, albeit in excruciating pain.
Giselle's eyes widened in shock as she glanced behind her, spotting a Greek player clad in knight armor.
"Die!" The Greek player shouted, withdrawing his sword from Giselle's body. However, Giselle's reflexes were swift, and she immediately swung her massive scythe toward the Greek player.
Reacting swiftly, the Greek player raised his shield just in time, bracing for the impending strike.
"Pathetic human! No shield can withstand an attack from a demigoddess!" Giselle taunted confidently, a smile playing on her lips as she anticipated victory.
In a stunning display of skill and strength, the Greek player's shield managed to deflect Giselle's powerful attack, blocking her scythe with precision.
"Impossible!" Giselle exclaimed, disbelief coloring her voice as she assessed the unexpected turn of events.
"Interesting. A mortal manages to block an attack from a Demigod? Huhu, these otherworlders keep surprising me better and better..." Rory thought to herself as seeing that she doesn't need to intervene, she used this opportunity to observe the fight between a person from beyond the gate and a apostle
Also, for context, Taijo, before he created this server and its setting. He clearly knew that, they'll get one-sided by a religious force called "Apostles" which in this land clearly stated that they are a demigod or demigoddess. So what Taijo did was, bullets are not effective, sure, then we'll fight them the classical way.
Though Taijo planned on making guns hurt apostles but not kill them immediately
The Greek Player successfully blocked that attack and his feet slid about a few meters away on the ground
"It's impossible for you to block that attack! Mortals lack the strength of my divine form or wield holy artifacts," Giselle declared with contempt, charging at the Greek Player for another strike.
The Greek Player stood resolute, preparing to meet the onslaught. However, just as Giselle's weapon was mere inches from breaching his shield, a sudden intervention occurred. A poleaxe intercepted Giselle's swing, halting her momentum as she was abruptly rammed by a shield, sending her staggering to the side.
The weight and power of the Apostles were akin to mountains, yet this newcomer managed to topple Giselle to the ground, defying the expected limits of mortal strength.
As Giselle glanced up in bewilderment, she locked eyes with another Player—the Russian, clad in the formidable guise of a Varangian Guard, wielding a larger poleaxe with ease thanks to his towering stature.
"Another one?!" Giselle exclaimed in disbelief.
In the clash between demigod and player, it became clear: Players were indeed built differently.
"Why are they wearing these outfits and using shields and swords? Didn't they have guns?" Rory pondered silently as she observed the unfolding spectacle. The transition from modern firearms to ancient weaponry puzzled her, yet she remained an intrigued spectator, marveling at the defiance of norms displayed by these extraordinary Players.
As the confrontation intensified, more Players appeared onto the battlefield, each donning a unique ensemble that defied convention. Rory noticed a perplexing amalgamation of styles: some Players maintained their modern camo uniforms, wielding firearms aimed squarely at Giselle, while others adorned themselves in knightly armor reminiscent of medieval Europe. Scandinavian Players stood out with their elite soldier avatars, embodying the prowess of Huscarls and Hirdmen. A smaller contingent adopted berserker personas, exuding a primal ferocity with their massive axes.
"Now this is getting weird." Rory mused to herself, struggling to comprehend the eclectic blend of eras and cultures converging in this surreal conflict.
"Tch. I don't know who you people are, but know this—you shall not raise arms against an Apostle. Mortals meddling with divine decree shall suffer grave consequence- GUAGH!" Giselle spat defiantly, her warning interrupted by a sudden, agonized gasp.
A flying katana, propelled with precision and purpose, pierced through Giselle's torso, eliciting a pained cry from her lips.
"Gugh... Why... Why do I feel such pain... It's excruciating!"
"GRRAAGH!" Giselle grimaced, her words strained through waves of torment.
The katana wielded a sinister ability—not meant for swift death but crafted to inflict unbearable suffering, driving its victims to the brink of pleading for release.
"I just woke up to find our base under attack, and this is the chaos I fucking witness?!" A thunderous voice boomed across the battlefield, drawing all eyes towards the figure of DaizukeTaijo, the server host, as he strode forward slowly
Taijo's expression spoke volumes as he approached Giselle, his gaze hardened with resolve. With a swift and forceful motion, Taijo extracted the katana from Giselle's body, causing her to scream in agony before being forcefully pushed to the ground.
The clash of steel and pain-filled cries echoed through the air, marking the decisive intervention of powers both mortal and divine.
The katana, its dark purpose fulfilled, dissipated into swirling black mist as Taijo released it, letting it fall to the ground with an ominous whisper.
Giselle staggered to her feet, her hand clutching her scythe for support as she tried to regain her composure amidst the chaos.
"Just who the hell are you to intervene—" Giselle's words were abruptly halted as Taijo's swift kick crashed into her abdomen with brutal force. The impact sent Giselle hurtling through the air, her form arcing before crashing onto the parked Leopard 2 PL tank with a resounding thud.
The metallic echo of the collision reverberated throughout
With monstrous speed and a fierce grip on Giselle's hair, Taijo hoisted her up, his eyes ablaze with a wrathful determination. With a powerful throw, he launched Giselle high into the air, her form soaring against the backdrop of chaos below.
"Never fucking piss me off ever again!" Taijo's voice echoed with lethal intent, a warning etched in every syllable.
Drawing his Shikomizue with fluid grace, Taijo leaped skyward, his movements seamless and precise as he closed the distance with astonishing agility. The blade of his sword gleamed in the sunlight as it arced towards Giselle, each strike calculated and relentless.
From the perspective of the bewildered Players witnessing the spectacle, Taijo's movements appeared as a masterful combo, each slash a symphony of deadly precision.
‹BAM!›
The impact of Taijo's final kick reverberated through the air, a thunderous collision as he met Giselle's falling form with unmatched force. The ground quaked beneath them as the impact cratered the earth.
The thunderous commotion drew the attention of not just the combatants but also onlookers who arrived in astonishment. Kavrala, Tuka, Lelei, Piña, and Bozes arrived at the scene, their expressions a mixture of shock and confusion.
"I-Is that Giselle?! One of the 12 apostles of Hardy?! Why is she here?!" Bozes exclaimed, her voice carrying disbelief and concern.
"And why are there other players wearing... more strange armor?" Piña questioned, his eyes scanning the battlefield and noting the diverse array of player avatars clad in medieval attire.
The group of girls observed the unfolding spectacle, witnessing a lopsided battle between a renowned Apostle and an enigmatic figure from beyond the GATE. The disparity in strength displayed by these otherworldly combatants left them in awe, pondering the immense power wielded by these unfamiliar players.
As Giselle lay on the ground, struggling to rise but unable to escape Taijo's proximity.
"If you ever dare to attack us Players again, pray you never encounter more like me..." Taijo's voice carried a weight of authority and warning as he addressed Giselle, his gaze holding a promise of consequences. With a final look, he turned away, his steps purposeful as he walked away from the scene.
"I'm going back to sleep! Stupid skill issue bastards can't deal with a scaly." Taijo muttered angrily under his breath as he strode past the astonished group of girls.
Piña and Bozes stood frozen in disbelief, their expressions reflecting awe and astonishment at the display of Taijo's incomprehensible strength, a force that rivaled even that of an Apostle.
Giselle, determination still burning in her eyes despite her injuries, crawled slowly towards her scythe lying not too far away.
‹vouaVouaVOUA!›
‹SCHIDK!›
"Huh?" Giselle's confusion was short-lived as a bloodcurdling scream tore through the air.
"aaaaaAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!" Giselle's agonized cry pierced the chaos as her arm, reaching for her scythe, was brutally severed by another scythe wielded with merciless precision.
As Giselle writhed in agony from the loss of her arm, a new set of footsteps echoed through the tense atmosphere.
"Ah, ein weiteres Drachenmädchen, das nicht weiß, worauf es sich einlässt." the deep voice spoke in German, its words carrying a weight of experience and authority. Appearing in Giselle's view was a towering figure, standing at 2 meters tall, clad in a suit with striking white hair, pale skin, and piercing sapphire blue eyes. (Translate - Ah, another dragon girl that doesn't know what she's getting herself into.)
That person was Rodry Mercury.
If Taijo is the leader of the Japanese-branch. So does Rodry the leader of the German-branch of the Players Coalition
"Weil du ein humanoider Drache bist, der uns angegriffen hat. Ihr habt ernsthaft etwas geschaffen, das den Ruf meines Clans ruinieren wird. Clan Drago – alles speziell." Rodry's voice carried a mix of disappointment and resolve as he spoke in German, his tone indicating the gravity of the situation. He picked up not only his scythe but also Giselle's, his actions deliberate and methodical. (Translate - Because you are a humanoid dragon that attacked us. You have seriously created something that will ruin my clan's reputation. Clan Drago-all specifically.)
"Das ist eine schöne Sense, die du da hast," Rodry complimented her scythe in a neutral tone, acknowledging the craftsmanship despite the circumstances. (Translate - That's a nice scythe you've got there.)
Giselle, still reeling from the pain and confusion, coughed as she gripped her severed hand, her gaze locked on Rodry.
"Just who the hell are you? Are you an apostle?" Giselle's voice was strained, a mix of defiance and fear evident in her tone.
"You might say that... But... I'm a drachen, which means dragon." Rodry replied calmly before his expression hardened. "You bitch!" he exclaimed in English, his foot swiftly rising to deliver a punishing blow.
The impact of Rodry's kick was swift and brutal, knocking Giselle unconscious immediately as she crumpled to the ground.
Rodry surveyed the scene, his sharp eyes scanning the remaining players clad in various armors and outfits.
"Guys, change back to your normal clothing, we've resolved the situation," Rodry signaled with authority, prompting the players to revert to their usual attire. German Soldiers, functioning as NPCs, swiftly moved in to drag the unconscious Giselle away, while a medic attended to her severed hand, assessing the possibility of reattachment due to the clean cut.
The girls observed in astonishment as the players who had been engaged in combat moments ago now sheathed their swords and resumed casual conversations, as if the intense confrontation had never occurred.
As Giselle was being taken away, Rory approached Rodry, her curiosity evident in her gaze.
"Are you really a demigod for sure?" Rory's question held a mixture of skepticism and intrigue. "Weapons like her Scythe can be lifted by apostles like me and Giselle, but you're handling it like a newly obtained item."
"This is confusing. But I don't worship any God. Well, I'm Christian myself, and I worship God and God only, with mercy and Jesus Christ. So nah, I'm no apostle." Rodry explained, his tone matter-of-fact.
"Then you shouldn't even be handling that holy weapon," Rory cautioned, her words carrying a hint of concern, though she seemed unbothered by the notion of Rodry handling Giselle's weapon.
"Don't care. Besides..." Rodry interrupted, taking a moment to inspect Giselle's scythe. He swung it around skillfully, executing neat tricks with ease. "Handle and grip are good. But the design feels... ugly to me, to be honest. You call this a holy weapon, but no offense, it's a bit ugly in my opinion."
Rodry then raised his two scythes and put them on his shoulder "If you're wondering if I'm the only one that defies your logic of "only apostles can carry these" go to Drago-All Players and they'll give you a laugh trip as to why we can do this. And not just them, maybe some players above 8.7 Stars can carry these." Rodry then walks away
As Rory watched Rodry walk away, his confident demeanor and words lingering in her mind, she couldn't help but feel a surge of curiosity and excitement. Her gaze followed his figure, her thoughts swirling with anticipation.
"Everyone in PT-1 is extraordinary. A leader that can outperform a Demigod. Another can carry a holy weapon with ease. And others as well. I really want to fight all of them one by one and see who is stronger. But I must try to fight Sir Rodry. He looks like he wants to fight." Rory reflected, her warrior's spirit ignited by the challenge.
Being the demigoddess of war, it wasn't surprising that Rory harbored a genuine desire for battle, especially against formidable opponents like Rodry and the other exceptional players she had encountered.
As she stood there, contemplating her next move, a fire of determination burned within her, driving her to seek out the ultimate test of strength and skill.
Meanwhile Piña and Bozes
"Just what kind of monsters have we met?!" Piña's mind raced with thoughts as she and Bozes processed the overwhelming strength displayed by Taijo, the leader of PT-1, and now Rodry, one of its formidable members. Their encounters hinted at the incredible capabilities of other PT-1 members like Haikaku, "The Realist," and The Ace Leopard, leaving Piña and Bozes apprehensive about the potential power of the entire group.
As they pondered the situation, Missoutomo's sudden appearance caught them off guard
"I'm sorry, esteemed ladies. We didn't expect someone to boldly attack us during the day so please, forgive us..." Missoutomo said to them
"Forgive you?! More like, we want an immediate peace treaty scenario!" Piña's internal frustration simmered as she struggled to comprehend the Players' actions. The display of strength felt like a flex, yet the Players seemed to hold back, leaving Piña puzzled and agitated. Little did she know, their empire's fate hung in the balance, dependent on Taijo's whims and decisions.
As the sun began its descent, casting a warm glow over the horizon, Piña and Bozes found themselves settled in a luxurious room befitting their noble status. The comfort of their surroundings offered a semblance of normalcy amid the extraordinary events they had witnessed.
Given notebooks to jot down their thoughts and plans, Piña and Bozes initially struggled with the concept of using modern pens. Patient Players attempted to teach them, but it wasn't until they were introduced to fountain pens that the nobles began to grasp the art of writing. The intricate workings of the fountain pen seemed to resonate with their sensibilities, and soon they were adept at refilling the pens without much trouble.
The French Players, known for their expertise in traditional writing instruments, offered feathers, quills, and ink as alternatives. However, Piña and Bozes surprised everyone by quickly mastering the use of the fountain pen, a testament to their adaptability and determination to learn new skills.
As they settled into their roles within this unfamiliar environment, the notebooks became a valuable tool for documenting their thoughts, strategies, and observations, providing a sense of control amidst the uncertainty of their circumstances.
Piña meticulously documented the overwhelming display of strength witnessed earlier, recognizing the vast disparity between her Empire's capabilities and those of PT-1. The notes in her notebook outlined the stark realities: unknown strengths, uncountered tactics, and a significant technology gap that left her Empire at a severe disadvantage.
As she gazed out of the window into the night, Piña noted the vigilance of the Players, their numbers unchanged even during the nighttime hours. The sight of paired guards reinforced the formidable organization and preparedness of the Players Coalition, further cementing Piña's acknowledgment of the power they held.
Her thoughts circled back to the delicate position her Empire found itself in. A peace treaty seemed the most viable option for now, a strategic move born out of necessity rather than choice. Engaging in conflict without a clear advantage or strategy would only lead to disastrous consequences.
"For now..." Piña murmured to herself, her gaze flickering with determination. She understood the gravity of the situation and the need to navigate carefully through these unfamiliar waters, hoping for a peaceful resolution while also preparing for unforeseen challenges.
To Be Continued
Hello guys! Author here
I was notified that I had a repeated part if the previous chapter
I will confess as when I checked the original manuscript, there were no repeated parts. I don't know why but I am fully aware of repeated of some chapters. If so, then it might've been the app's fault as seems to be a bit buggy when I returned.
If not that will be my part's fault. I will avoid repeated parts and also fix some posted chapters in the future
Also I copied and pasted the manuscript from Writer Journal. So maybe I missed some words. But I hope you still enjoy it even though it gave you some headache. I am truly sorry
-- By Rodry Mercury
