Chapter 2: First Contact
Central Calendar Month 11 Year 10639, First Civilization Area
Fifty thousand kilometers away from where China had been teleported to lies the formidable Holy Milishial Empire, the most dominant superpower in the New World.
When anyone in this realm hears the name, their thoughts instantly turn to one thing: the unrivaled superiority of Milishial. It's hailed as the first nation to rise from the remnants of the Ancient Sorcerous Empire, also known as the Ravernal Empire. With unmatched military might, industrial prowess, and technological advancement, they've earned the title of the supreme power, a status they proclaim proudly.
Many may question these assertions, but none dare to challenge them, for in this world, the Holy Milishial Empire reigns supreme. Through centuries of progress and the discovery of ancient sorcery secrets buried within ruins, they've transformed humanity's past oppressor into their own source of strength. With their unparalleled magical knowledge and military strength, they've secured their position as the dominant force, ready to defend the world against the resurgence of the tyrannical Ravernal Empire.
Guided by wise and benevolent Emperors, the Holy Empire stands as the guardian of the world, anticipating the inevitable return of their ancient adversary.
A century ago, in anticipation of this event, the Holy Milishial Empire deployed a network of 36 Heaven Eyes satellites into orbit, under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Countermeasures Against the Ancient Sorcerous Empire.
Director Hirukane Parupe took a sip of his coffee, the rich aroma filling the room as he engaged in a lively discussion with his colleagues. "You know, I read somewhere that the ancient sorcerers used to brew their coffee with magical beans," he mused, stirring his cup thoughtfully.
His friend, the renowned grand mage Meteos Roguerider, chuckled. "Ah yes, the legendary Brew of the Ancients! Supposedly, it granted them incredible focus and energy for their spells."
Across the room, Analyst Yuria Brightspark chimed in, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Speaking of legends, did you hear about the time when Hero Galadran the Magnificent single-handedly defeated a dragon with nothing but his wit and a magical cloak?"
Parupe raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "A cloak, you say? Now that's a tale worth hearing."
Meanwhile, Technician Ryota Gearsmith tinkered with a peculiar device, his brow furrowed in concentration. "You know, my team been working on this Casting Assistant Device inspired by ancient artifacts. These are CADs which could store up to ninety-nine types of Activation Sequences without regard to the systems of magic!"
Parupe's eyes widened with fascination. "Incredible! Imagine the possibilities."
CADs allows the processing of all the necessary components for magic in a single moment. In detail, these devices help accelerate the invocation of magic, as well as provide stability. CADs replace traditional tools such as spell chants, talismans, magic staves, tomes, hand seals, magic circles, and other traditional methods of invoking magic. It is a tool of necessity for any modern Magic Technician.
"So, any plans for the weekend, Director?" inquired one of the technicians, a playful glint in her eye.
Director Parupe chuckled, taking a sip of his coffee. "Ah, just the usual, I'm afraid. Perhaps a visit to the shrine, if time permits."
His friend and esteemed colleague, Meteos Roguerider, leaned back in his chair with a wistful smile. "Ah, the shrine. A sanctuary of tranquility in this bustling city."
Director Hirukane Parupe sipped his coffee, "Did anyone catch last night's Elemental Championship? That final match was intense," he remarked, trying to lighten the mood amid their monotonous surveillance duties.
Meteos Roguerider, chuckled, adjusting his glasses. "I missed it, unfortunately. Too busy deciphering ancient texts," he replied, a hint of excitement in his voice. "Speaking of which, do you think the Ravernal Empire will truly make a comeback?"
Hirukane shrugged, contemplating the centuries-old prophecy. "Who knows? We've been watching for signs for a hundred years, but nothing substantial has ever come up," he said, his brow furrowing with uncertainty.
Before they could delve further into their discussion, the shrill sound of an alarm pierced the air, causing heads to turn towards the nearest monitor. On the screen, images flickered to life, displaying two massive landmasses materializing in the ocean.
Director Parupe's heart raced with a mixture of excitement and trepidation as he leaned forward, his eyes fixed on the monitors. "By the Triple Goddess," he murmured, "what is happening?"
Meteos Roguerider's expression was one of profound astonishment as he stared at the screens, his mind racing to comprehend the significance of the events unfolding before them. "Two new landmasses," he exclaimed, his voice tinged with awe, "appearing out of thin air, as if summoned by the whims of the gods."
Director Parupe's brow furrowed in contemplation as he pondered the implications of this unprecedented phenomenon. "It can mean only one thing," he murmured, his voice grave with solemnity. "The prophecy."
Meteos Roguerider nodded solemnly, his gaze fixed on the screens. "The signs of the Ravernal Empire's return," he mused, his voice barely above a whisper. According to ancient lore the arrival of new landmasses in the world of Novus Orbis, signaling the imminent return of their ancient foe.
The room fell into a hushed silence as the gravity of the situation settled upon them. Director Parupe rose from his seat, his voice firm with resolve. "Prepare a full report for the Emperor," he commanded, his gaze steely. "We must act swiftly to assess the implications of this development."
As they hurriedly set to work, the realization dawned upon them that the fate of the Holy Milishial Empire hung precariously in the balance, poised on the brink of a new chapter in its storied history.
Back in the Imperial Palace, Emperor Milishial VIII stood upon the balcony overlooking the city, his gaze fixed upon the horizon. Beside him stood his trusted advisor, Lady Aurelia, her sharp eyes scanning the landscape below.
"My Emperor," she said, her voice calm and measured. "The reports from the Ministry are concerning. It seems our long-awaited prophecy is coming to fruition."
Milishial VIII nodded, his jaw set in determination. "Indeed, Lady Aurelia. It appears that the time has come for us to fulfill our duty as guardians of this world."
As they spoke, a sense of urgency hung in the air, driving home the gravity of the situation. The fate of the Holy Milishial Empire—and indeed, the fate of the entire world—hung in the balance, and it was up to them to ensure that their legacy endured.
Across the empire, from the bustling streets of Sanctum Prime to the farthest reaches of the realm, whispers of the prophecy spread like wildfire. Citizens gathered in hushed tones, speculating on the meaning of the mysterious landmasses and the implications for their future.
In the heart of the Ministry, Hirukane and his colleagues worked tirelessly to analyze the data, their minds racing with possibilities. With each passing moment, the realization sank in that they were witnessing history in the making—a moment that would shape the destiny of their world for generations to come.
As dawn broke over the horizon, casting its golden light upon the land, the Holy Milishial Empire stood poised on the brink of a new era. With courage in their hearts and determination in their souls, they prepared to face whatever challenges lay ahead, united in their resolve to protect their beloved homeland and uphold the ideals of justice, honor, and strength.
Leiforian Sea, Second Civilization Area
In the vast expanse of the Leiforian Sea, approximately 1000 kilometers southeast of China, lies the Haijing 3901, a formidable Zhaotou class patrol vessel of the China Coast Guard. Towering over its counterparts, it holds the title of the largest armed coast guard cutter globally, outstripping even the renowned Japanese Shikishima class.
What sets this class of patrol ships apart is its sheer enormity. Stretching 165 meters in length and spanning over 20 meters in beam, it boasts an empty displacement of 10,000 tons, reaching a staggering 12,000 tons at full capacity. By comparison, the Japanese Shikishima class, with a gross tonnage of 6,500 tons, pales in comparison, with a full displacement of 9,350 tons. During the developmental stages of the Zhaotou class, China's then-largest patrol vessel, the Haijian 50, could only muster a displacement of 4,000 tons. These dimensions easily overshadow the US Navy's Ticonderoga-class cruisers and Arleigh Burke-class destroyers.
Captain Shao Feilong stood on the bridge of the Haijing 3901, his expression a mixture of disbelief and determination. Moments ago, his ship had been engaged in routine patrol duties, chasing away Philippine fishing boats that had strayed into "Chinese" waters. But now, surrounded by an archaic fleet of 50 warships, reminiscent of Victorian-era naval vessels, proclaiming allegiance to the Kingdom of Paganda Navy, he found himself thrust into a situation beyond comprehension. Astonished, Captain Shao Feilong is informed that his vessel has trespassed into Pagandan territorial waters.
"What in the world is happening?" Captain Shao Feilong muttered, his gaze flickering between the imposing vessels that encircled his own. The sight of the Victorian-era warships, with their billowing sails and intricate designs, seemed surreal against the backdrop of the modern patrol cutter.
As if to compound the absurdity of the situation, a squadron of twenty Wyverns soared through the sky above, their majestic forms a stark contrast to the mundane reality of naval warfare in 21st century. Captain Shao Feilong blinked in disbelief, struggling to reconcile the fantastical scene unfolding before him with the rational world he knew.
Before he could fully process the situation, a booming voice echoed across the waves, emanating from the lead Pagandan warship.
"Halt your vessel and prepare to be boarded!" the command reverberated, accompanied by the unmistakable clang of swords being drawn.
Captain Shao Feilong's jaw clenched in defiance. "We will not submit to unlawful boarding!" he declared, his voice ringing with authority. "Prepare the cannons and ready the crew for battle!"
With swift precision, Captain Shao Feilong issued orders to his crew, rallying them for the impending confrontation. The H/PJ-26 76mm naval gun was primed for action, flanked by two 35mm auxiliary guns and anti-aircraft machine guns, poised to defend against any threat.
As tensions mounted, the Pagandan 50 and 100-gun warships retaliated, unleashing a barrage of cannon fire upon the Haijing 3901. The sea roiled and churned as projectiles sliced through the air, narrowly missing the agile patrol cutter.
"Return fire!" Captain Shao Feilong commanded, his voice cutting through the chaos. With calculated precision, the crew of the Haijing 3901 unleashed a volley of cannon fire, aiming to cripple the enemy vessels and secure their own survival in this bizarre confrontation.
Amidst the tumultuous clash of cannon fire and billowing smoke, the Haijing 3901 surged forward, its radar-guided 76mm gun unleashing a relentless barrage upon the Pagandan warships. With precision accuracy, the powerful artillery tore through the enemy vessels, rending sails and splintering wooden hulls with devastating efficiency. The once formidable armada of Victorian-era warships found themselves outmatched by the advanced weaponry of the modern patrol cutter.
Yet, amidst the chaos of battle, a new threat emerged from the skies above. The War Wyverns, their sleek forms streaking through the air at 400 km/h, unleashed torrents of fiery projectiles upon the Haijing 3901. The scorching fireballs, hot as napalm bombs, wreaked havoc upon the vessel, sending plumes of smoke and flame spiraling into the sky.
Captain Shao Feilong gritted his teeth in determination, his gaze fixed upon the relentless onslaught of the Wyverns. Despite the Haijing 3901's formidable armaments, the aerial adversaries proved to be a formidable challenge, their swift maneuvers and deadly firepower posing a significant threat to the ship's defenses.
Recognizing the dire situation, Captain Shao Feilong swiftly issued an emergency call to the Chinese Navy, pleading for immediate support against the aerial assault.
"Mayday, mayday! This is Haijing 3901. We are under attack by hostile enemy and require urgent assistance. Requesting immediate air support and anti-aircraft reinforcements. Coordinates as follows..."