Chapter 3: Prelude's ending
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For centuries Arcadia continent had been in constant turmoil, conquerors came and went, but none managed to unite. Only when a certain dark secret to industrialisation had been realised would one nation, The Last Imperum manage to unite the continent, proclaiming the Arcadian Empire.
With their salted soil forever scarred by trenches and chemicals, and skies greyed by the smog of progress, three ships of varying sizes, sailed in search of a mythical continent, once made known by visitors hundreds of years ago.
Days turned to weeks, eventually months, whisperings that their voyage would sail ad infinitum, and they would spot a glimmer of the shore.
The door would creak open in a small cabin decorated with various trinkets.
"Lieutenant General Lainie, we have spotted a land, how should we proceed?"
The speaker was a senior-looking man, around fifty at minimum, his eyes and hair were greyed yet his muscles showed no sign of degeneration. His skin was pale, contrasting the darker shade of whom he addressed.
"Captain…"
Lainie made a stern face, rising from her comfortable-looking bed, eyes as black as her hair. Inching closer to the captain, she placed a box down before him, its weight sending shockwaves across the defenceless carpet, she stood on the box, lessening the height difference between the two.
"I'm just a mere liaison officer in this mission… Plus this is sea not land, no need to respect an outcast like me too much!" she said tiredly, perhaps this routine had been repeated throughout their journey.
"Even so, I must insist on addressing my indirect superior in this matter…" the captain replied, evading Lainie's attempt to squish his cheeks masterfully "We have confirmed the lack of any radio frequencies from this continent, so we will dock the closest we could to the shore.."
Even before the continent was united, the de-facto leading nation of Arcadia prided itself in military tradition and protocols, none displayed by Lainie during their month-long journey.
Leanie looked at him, unimpressed "Kay~", she said, slowly making her way to a black block nearby, one of the somewhat recent Arcadian inventions, the radio.
"Is there anything else you like to add? I'll attempt transmission."
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Arcadia was a continent filled with magic albeit not tier magic. What Lainie told Arche wasn't exactly a lie, despite having mana, they were incapable of utilising it until magi-tech was discovered, by pouring mana into machinery they made and supported, the machine can work beyond their maximum capabilities, however, the so-called magic of magi-tech can not work without machines, nor is it used offensively.
Certainly, creating some sort of flight device, pouring resources into a few super soldiers, allowing them to blast fireballs across the battlefield with magi-tech would be threatening, but with advancement in anti-air, targeted missiles and even simple things such as sniper rifles can blow the wannabe super soldier back to the molecular stage, after all even the best of magi-tech gear loses all its effect once it had leech every bit of its wearer's mana thus the idea was never implemented in any nations, though the First Imperum has other alternative means to achieve 'super soldier' concept.
"{Range Extension}"
The radio glowed green momentarily as the dial shifted, eventually, the indicator became yellow from red. Mana inside Lainie had been absorbed into the device, increasing its reach.
A lever and another dial popped up, once she filled the dial, synchronously when she pushed it forward she cast, "{Remote Transmission: Activate}"
"19th Arcadian reserve fleet has reached what could be the mythical Turbor continent, of four destroyers, two submarines, two merchant cruisers and a capital ship: two merchant cruisers and the capital ship arrived safely.
Of two thousand, three hundred and sixty-four crews, one thousand nine hundred and ninety-seven remain.
Loss to mutiny and lack of fuel within anticipated range. On board the greenhouse experiment successful, a radio relay network was established; Out of resources to expand the relay network into the continent. No frequencies other than ours were discovered. Commencing preliminary exploration, Voyage time: one month, ten days, three hours, seven minutes."
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About ten minutes passed, Lainie was cleansing herself when a message came, it wasn't vocal but a page of paper began writing itself from an automated typewriter.
"To Liaison officer of the expeditionary detachment.
The Imperial Council is pleased with the discovery.
However, the state can not provide more support as other concerns are more of a priority.
You are granted blessings by Her Imperial Highness, Crown-Princess Melone De Lamentia, to act as a diplomatic force to the 'new world' and the power which comes with the position, you may claim ancient agreement to your benefit, use its artefact should it still have value.
Raise our flag high and puff your chest proud., if there are barbarians, you will civilise them, if there are beasts, you will tame them, if there are mountains in your way, you will carve through them, if you are surrounded, you will not yield.
Do not disappoint the state and your ancestors."
Lainie sighed deeply, there was more to the letter or rather, another part. She glanced at it briefly before crumbling the letter and lit it ablaze with a lighter.
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Imperial Army attires come in various forms; the concept of uniform was not implemented, unlike the navy.
Even in battalions, one might fit themselves different clothing and have different protections, only weapons, support equipment, colour palette and flags were standardised per imperial guidelines.
She started with undergarments, then put on a sleeve grey-dyed wool tunic, buttoned everything up, not bothering to attach ribbons or medals, with trousers and belts of the same colours, she contemplated a choice of footwear, and ended with a standard pair of boots, with some padding for comfort inside.
Shoving a box of medals in one of her front pockets, she made her way out.
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"Lieutenant General- '' voice belonged to a teenage boy, he was in a standard white shirt and black trousers, Arcadian Naval uniform, and there was insignia indicating his low ranking. "Captain is requesting your presence, we have spotted life."
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The capital ship and two surroundings halted some hundred metres from the shore, positioned itself ready to bombard the land should it come to that.
The capital ship itself was designed to be a carrier in the first continental war though its production was not complete before truce was called, during the interwar period, it was refitted with some long-range naval artillery pieces instead before being marked as not seaworthy post-war.
On its observation deck, crews were in position, and one of the observation officers handed Lainie binoculars.
After looking for a while she asked, "Do any of you recognize those four-legged creatures?"
Apart from military personnel, there were civilians. Notably, linguists, anthropologists, historians, and archaeologists were on board, none nodded in affirmation to the question.
The anthropologist responded, "If you permit me to speak, close inspection reveals it or rather, him; to have a basic grasp of tool usage, noting the tanned leather covering its back, we can assume it to have some fundamental understanding of attire."
There was commotions from the civilians, seeing strange looking creature would no doubt ignite their exploratory minds.
With a satisfied nod she returned the binoculars "He had run out of view." turning attention to the caption she asked, "Could you fetch me some men for the planned expedition?" T
As you wish, Lieutenant General. Quartermaster gathers our officers and follow me to the conference room."
In the conference room, there was the captain of the capital ship 'I.B. Gemini', the de-facto commander of the fleet whom Lainie had been talking to, the ship's quartermaster and naval officers from other ships
(Captain) "This room is secure, correct?"
(Quartermaster) "No doubt about it, all articles that could lead to surveillance have been removed, and decoy conversation is taking place in the next room using our pre-recorded voice."
(Captain) "Good… Sorry to inconvenience you gentlemen with my thoughtless paranoia." he took a deep sincere bow before continuing. "Please, summarise our firepower for everyone here."
(Quartermaster) "Certainly, we stock enough standard navy-issued semi-automatic rifles at 100% to our crew, enough ammunition for five rotations on each.
Support equipment includes a shovel, first aid kit, alchemical fires, fragmentary grenades, small shockwave generator, anti-armour mine and flare, all in the same supply to our crew.
For motorised warfare, we have 10 trucks, 8 armoured cars, 3 anti-personnel light tanks and 1 medium tank destroyer, the production serial is SD-043.
As for our ships, we mostly ran out of ammunition and fuels, our main battle cannon can no longer fire, but we have several ballistic missiles and an experimental warhead to be utilised."
Starting from SCW-000, each iteration represents the production line template used in the second continental war, when at least an equipment in the line is changed or added, the running number increments. At the end of the war, SCW-287 was the final number.
(Captain) "To add on to it, while our equipment is outdated, we managed to maintain relatively the same stock as when we depart from our continent."
(Quartermaster) "But have to dispose of trading goods we've brought in our merchant ship… Additionally, fuel depletion creates some more storage space" he said dejectedly. "If the natives here are as advanced as ours, the weapons we carried wouldn't yield much resistance in the face of theirs."
One officer raised his hand, and what he wished to ask was clear even without word to the captain
(Captain) "This search to honour the ancient deal with the mythical continent that was never proven to exist, you gentlemen question the true motive correct? While it is best we do not delve into conspiracies it couldn't be clear they wish to eliminate us or, at least one of us, a concealed exile if you will."
There was a brief silence, the end of the road for that particular conversation was not one anyone present was willing to explore.
(Quartermaster) "Suppose we are to proceed with the mission, we are to find a nation which this can be used." he brandished an item, the markings were incomprehensible but it's something that the New Worlder who visited Arcadia ages ago gave them. "I will hand this to Lainie alongside the volunteers she requested."
(Officer A) "About that… we did not bring along a single person that has a ranking from the army aside from the Lieutenant General, those among us that can fight ground combat competently are far and few, should we lend her our veterans?"
The last imperium's navy wasn't known for its combat capability on land, its amphibious forces failed to accomplish anything so much that had been a laughing stock of the whole continent during the war, though their naval warfare was not to be toyed with.
(Captain) "There is no to fear. We can pick the greenest of recruits, give them an extra support package and include one civilian that can entertain her."
The officers seemed confused but nodded reluctantly.
(Quartermaster) "Also, there are few amongst us with a large pool of mana, please appoint them as new Liason officer."
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Six people were haphazardly put together into an infantry section, due to the limited variety of equipment Arcadian governor granted to this expedition, combining with combatants all being naval greenhorns, no cohesive textbook formation was utilised.
All except Lainie were equipped with support equipment, and a navy-issued semi-automatic rifle capable of housing ten rounds.
The Lieutenant General however-
"Um… operation commander, I was under the impression that you would bring some firearms."
"Eh? Don't you know?" Lainie exclaimed, brandishing a ceremonial rapier to her left, the section's moments weren't interrupted by this, however. "Due to the Treaty of Impera, it is considered a war crime for a commanding officer authorised to command over two thousand people to handle firearms in an offensive manner. Oh gee, recruit! Perhaps I will shall you back to the military academy~"
"M-my apologies"
"Dumbass, there is no such thing, Lieutenant General is just messing with you."
Ignoring the remarks, Lainie took a glance at a single civilian accompanying them, the name of his escaped her mind.
In their young adult years, though without a clean shave, it's hard to determine how the man looks age-wise. He sported brown hair with eyes of the same colour, and skin somewhere between white and yellow. A somewhat notorious self-proclaimed anthropologist.
"For now, I will refer to you as number one to five, nod your head along, no need to do any of those salutes or remarks."
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They have been trekking for about half an hour with no particular destination in mind, only that they are walking to the east.
Communications with the capital ship have yet to be established, the communication range of personal radio carried by the detachment is around five kilometres, with {Range Extension} the range can be lengthened to about ten kilometres back in their home. But with non-existent interference signals, the true range has yet to be determined.
Currently, they are heading toward some assortment of random big rocks placed on grassland.
"There is perhaps something amiss." the anthropologist pointed at the base of one of the bunch.
(Lainie) "You're not wrong, see the discolouration here, it's bonded together alchemically or magically.."
Just then, a dark figure emerged from the formation, the aura of darkness can be physically seen and felt around, cloaked in black and with a hoarse voice it spoke. "Fools-"
(No.3) "AAAAAAH ZOMBIE!" one of the recruits shouted, before unloading lead onto it, seeing one of their friends' open fire, the rest followed.
Alchemical fire thrown by someone erupted into a pillar of flame, engulfing the entire rock formation. Other explosives burst into a thundering roar upon contacting the flames, sending debris flying everywhere.
(Lainie) "HALT! YOU IDIOTS HOW MUCH AMMUNITION DO YOU THINK WE HAVE?! BLEW ALL OF OUR EXPLOSIVES FOR WHAT?!"
(Anthropologist) "Charred, shattered rocks shall be only remnants of this 'undead' abode…"
(No. 5) "Correction, operation commander"
Laine nudged her face upward.
(No.5) "We only consumed two alchemical fires, two fragmentary grenades, and three anti-tank mines, for defeating a foe of unknown strength, this is in line with our naval doctrine of superior firepower, thus I believe this is the right move."
Laine looked blankly at her group, there were mixed expressions, to follow such doctrine around their homeland wouldn't be an issue, the army and by extension, the air force also have similar teachings, however being a month away from their homeland with no pipeline for replenishing consumed ammunitions, one would think twice before unloading everything. With a deep sigh, she said, "I suppose it's culture shock for me… But at least we learn that automatic translation does work cross-continent..."
(?) "Oi you lot!"
A group of four spear-wielding people emerged to view, though they seemed to be reluctant in approaching.
(No.5) "They are wearing padded armour, technology akin to our dark age era at best. We should abduct a few of them since their losses would not incur anyone's wrath if it did not leak"
(Anthropologist) "Proceed with caution Lieutenant General, for even a successful encounter with this out-continenter may yield dark disease…"
(Lainie) "You are referencing the Kan-Rospel disaster?"
(No.2) "What's that…?" he whispered
(No.3) "It's um… when explorers from the Duchy of Kan found the Rospel islands… We um, infected them with Malady… They mostly died out so The Fourth Imperum swooped in and took everything.
(Lainie) "Hm you are quite learned… The guilt of killing millions led the Duchy to collapse and never recovered even after the Imperum influence waned. While I can talk about this ancient history all day because it's plenty of fun, let's get back to the topic at hand."
The spearmen still haven't gotten any closer, obviously intimidated by something.
(Lainie) "We apologise for making a scene, however, there was some undead emerging from those rocks, it looked powerful thus we took the initiative."
The spearmen looked at each other very confused, some approached to inspect what was left of the rock formation, the flames had not completely died down.
(Inspecting Guard) "Are you lot human?"
Lainie looked puzzled at the question, the question's intent escaped her or any of the crew. They could not understand why someone would ask such a question.
The guards, perhaps misunderstanding the situation, gripped their spears and assumed a charging stance. After all, they could not understand what Lainie and her group were saying due to one-way translation.
"Tch, open fire."
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The fallen guards were searching for anything useful, aside from a surprisingly large sum of coins which they correctly guessed to be a currency, there wasn't anything else useful.
(Lainie) "I could've handled that situation differently…"
(No.1) "No, Lieutenant General" for the first time, the guard spoke up. "Your impeccable response to possible threat is not to be mocked. There was a ninety-nine percent that those foolish guards were monsters in disguise that they claimed us to be, thus negotiation would not be possible. This is just a one percent error margin at play."
(Lainie) "Huh, I used to hear that a lot when my rank actually means something… I wonder if this continent has a lot of human-like beings."
(No.5) "The currency we now hold consists of copper and silver of approximate 70-80% compound.
We do not know how much this barbaric currency is worth in exchange values, but it is likely that they possess higher denominations, such as gold. But would depend entirely on this continent ore deposits, in unlikely case, for example, copper could be higher denominations comparison to silver, ignoring geological impossibility."
(Anthropologist) "Imaginary ties to the perceived value of worthless things are a step towards progress in any developing culture…"
(Lainie) "You two seem to be getting along well." she remarked whilst distributing the coins to her group like handling candies to children.
(No.3) "L-Leader is not taking one?"
(Lainie) "If I include myself the share will not be equal" The tender smile with a hint of sadness made no one else dare to press for more information. "Besides… Nevermind."
Bodies of the guards were put together, alchemical fire thrown at them, and shots fired into the air two times, completing the modern pan-arcadian funeral rite.
(Anthropologist) "Suppose higher powers are indeed material. Would those souls enjoy eternal damnation for the heresy rite we performed, or would they join the heaven of ours."
(Lainie) "...I don't know what religion you adopt but imperial standard religion has no such thing as the afterlife."
(No.4) "I'm not religious or whatever but like, if their godsend em to hell because how they die and not how they live, that's one shitty ass god."
(No.3) "L-Let's not go down this conversation…."
(Lainie) "Agreed, since they look like guards, we should assume there's civilisation in that direction, please mark the coordinates down. We are withdrawing."
The journey back would not be so hard,
They merely have to step in the direction they came from…
(No.5) "Humanoid up ahead.*
A sole figure stood atop of grassland, they were fully covered, and not even an inch of skin could be seen.
(Lainie) "This is obviously a trap… step back you lot, I will approach."
With only three steps in, the entity lunged at her, its claws extended, eyes brightened with red hatred, its uncanny speed was too fast for Lainie to dodge without proper preparation.
The claw stuck, to ring her abdomen open.
"Skill : {Trickle Back}"
The blood that flew off suddenly re-entered Lainie, her skin closed, had it not been for the shredding of her clothes, there would not be a sign of attack.
Unsheathing her rapier, she attempted a counterattack, but her opponent was simply too fast, outpacing her in every move.
"Skill : {Instant Target}"
The expedition used skills in conjunction, it automatically allows marksmen to lock to target, they can see, no matter how fast they are moving, though the targeting is not predictive.
"Don't you dare fire yet!" Lainie shouted.
While the skill would indeed auto-lock a target like in certain video games, it was a no-guarantee hit. She made as much distance as she possibly could before signalling. "FIRE"
The proclamation was loud and clear, her group filled the undead with all the lead available in their rotation… However, they mostly missed, and the ones that hit landed squarely on Lainie's shoulder instead.
(Anthropologist) "There was a tale in the ages of dark"
(Lainie) "Damnit, prepare the next cycle, pass me alchemical fire" She barked that out, and her troops complied, but again it missed its mark, engulfing grasses on fire.
(Anthropologist) "That the dead would rise from a grave, cleaving itself through lightless nights only to collapse a few paces from its last resting place."
(No.3) "L-Leader, we ran out of alchemical fire!"
(Lainie) "That's fine, aim at it and make ready!" Now able to keep up with the vampire villager somewhat, the fight turned not so one-sided.
(Anthropologist) "Such was the reason behind the cremation of the bodies. As with many ceremonies, people forget the end and only the means remains."
"Skill : {Living Atelier}" sheathing her rapier, a massive lance emerged firmly in her hands, it skewered through the vampire, despite its uncanny length, Lainie managed to stuff the end into the alchemical flames.
The vampire cried out in pain as if it were a banshee, its clothes burned off, its flesh melted by the fire and the sun soon enough, there was nothing but ashes.
(Lainie) "Search the parameter, there could be another one of these!"
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After some hours of searching the empty villages, not another life nor unlife would be found.
There were blood stains in some areas, but no traces of their owners."
"Continue to retreat, I will-"
"You have already exhausted your mana supply." a voice, no, an amalgamation of voices spoke. "Now bear the consequence of your action…"
*Beep beep beep*
Lainie's eyes widened, and she looked at No.3, the one carrying the radio both nodded mutually.
(Lainie) "Hah, you think that's all I can do?" she shrugged, tossing the lance from {Living Atelier} aside. "I don't know who or where you are, but do you believe you can truly win?"
"Insolence will only grant you a painful death. [Undeath Army]"
The ground shook, and countless corpses wormed their way out of the soil, some humanoid, some entirely different kind of undead beings. The closest to the group seems to be a mixture of common zombies and skeletons
(No.1) "Hmph, dare address our Lieutenant General without showing your face? Know you, not respect or you are that insecure to show your face."
"Provocation will not work on me, humans."
The voice said, as its owner contradictorily made himself known, in the forest clearings nearby, there stood–unbeknownst to the expeditionaries–one of the highest order of undead in the new world, a night lich.
"Know that your inferior obfuscation magic will not be me who can use [Translation]-"
(No.1) "The cloaked old man reared its ugly head and spouted nonsense." he smirked, instantly unloading lead, though problems arose with both the distance and many undead obstacles, needless to say, the shots did not land.
Three skeletons moved in on Lainie, and with a sheathed strike from her rapier, they crumbled to nothingness. "Don't stand still, come with me, try to break through!"
Waves of zombies encircled the group, while superior in number, they stood no chance against bullets, but due to sheer number, filling ranks no matter how many are shot down, the group could not hope to break out. With vision obfuscated, the fast-moving one managed its way through, and four zombified wolves got into melee range.
(Lainie) "I'll deal with it!"
She charged, Lance discarded previously flew to her hand, cleaving through one of the wolves, wide arc swing with uncanny strength knocked the rest back to the firing line.
Just then No.2 got struck in the back of his neck by some sort of undead rider, thankfully it held a blunt weapon instead of piercing, though he managed to land a counterblow before collapsing, had he been armoured he would've been fine, but the navy's uniform provided little to no protection, nor is it an instrument of magi-tech.
(No. 4) "Get the hell down!"
The call was followed immediately even the most green of both army and navy knew, something had been thrown into the sky, and the rest utilise this moment to reload their weapons. . .
SPLAT
Approaching undead stopped in their tracks before collapsing, their upper half had been blown off innards spread across the field like jam on a slice of bread. But yet another wave would fill in the ranks.
(Lainie) "Is No.2 still breathing? Don't stop and look at me, keep firing!"
The recruit was still alive, merely knocked out by blunt force trauma, Lainie grabbed his gun and bullets, there wasn't much left, so she assumed the same for others. Handing every bullet to No.3 who was surprisingly a good aim.
(Lainie) "Fix bayonet, talkative man carry the injured, we are breaking through one way or another!"
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By now, everyone was on the floor including Lainie, though she managed to cling to her consciousness.
The undead army had been deliberate about not killing them she can only imagine the wicked reason behind such action. She noticed it when the first person was struck down, and solidified when another wasn't slain.
She sensed the undead getting closer, perhaps it was fancy experimenting on them, extracting information before experimenting on them? Perhaps it wanted to mock her, to explain in detail about how the failure of a combination this group was, but in the face of that Lainie merely smiled.
"You call yourself commander, yet you lack ability to command, human." the undead spoke, hovering slightly above the ground towards Laninie. "Who sent you to sabotage our operations, tell me and your deaths shall be swift."
"...Hahaha…." Lainie laughed. "A gift… From me… To you… {Nostalgia of Bygone days}"
Lainie's body started to glow, she looked as if it had been expanded in volume many feathered wings emerged off her back, closer inspection would reveal the material to be plastic, her appearance in general shifted, one could not find the right words to describe the amalgamation of various beasts she had partially turned into.
Gentle wind masked the area, every being born not out of summon must have at least one moment they feel hopeful to the world, be it when they are juvenile or when they are ready to shape the world. The night lich too was captivated by the feeling, the nostalgia he had lost with his abandonment of humanity and emotions.
"It feels good isn't it…" Lainie slowly stood up, her wounds healing for each second passed."
"W-What did you, what are you-"
She hugged the undead, but there was no resistance, spawned undead of the [undeath army] used corpses buried as catalysts, too, seem to be captivated even without sentience.
"My mana is rapidly decreasing… It will run out soon… So let us stay in this peaceful dream for a moment longer, relax in the time where the concept of plight is forgotten…"
The navy greenhorns saw the cue, gathering those that could not move, they would get out of the area. "C-Coordinate locked… please fire in four." one of them said into the transmission piece which just made a connection
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How many minutes had passed? The Night Lich couldn't have known,
Undead have immunity to mind-affecting magic, so he shouldn't be affected by whatever this is, still, he's not complaining, embracing Lainie back.
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There was a sound,
One never heard of in the new world.
A single missile cleaved through the air from the sea's direction.
In an instant, the area was engulfed in blinding light,
A stark whiteness capable of erasing reality itself.
A cataclysmic roar shattered the very definition of silence.
A shockwave of unbridled force tore through the landscape, vaporising everything in its wake, fertile grassland replaced with apocalyptic bloom of fire and energy.
The air itself seemed to scream in turmoil as the inferno raged, a maelstrom of heat that dwarfed the sun's own.
The ultima ratio, S11-037 had been fired.
A/N:
In case you are confused, I'm sorry this will be the last establishing chapter.
TLDR: In Arcadia there's no tier magic, but they can use magic via stuff that supports pouring mana into via some sort of untold mechanism, that stuffs are called magi-tech! And magi-tech spells can not be activated without magi-tech items.
Additionally, it is to be stressed that Arcadia continent doesn't have many of what the new world has, be it from simple things like cows to strange herbs with healing abilities used to make HP potions, their flora is non-magical in nature, assuming that our world's natural structure applies, more will be expanded later.
Thank you for reading, I attempted a visual novel esque dialogue method, I will revert it back in the next chapter but let me know what you prefer.
Lastly, before spell sheets, this chapter is the first one to be written, albeit I have to make adjustments.
Here are some concept spells and spells used in this chapter.
Magi-tech:
{Range Extension} - Add a range of transmission device by two times (diminished increase to scale)
Skills
(Racials)
[Trickleback] - revert body state to 3 seconds ago. (Biological Warform)
[Living Atelier] - Can create any weapon, as long as the user knows its composition and at least five other people do and consider it a weapon. (Biological Warform)
(Jobs)
{Instant target} - Auto-lock to target (Sharpshooter)
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'Nostalgia of bygone days'
Apparently brings those affected to the best moment of their lives, or when they are hopeful.
Character Sheet
Name: 'Lainie'
Epithet: Cutest Arcadian Warform to ever wander the planet by a long, long shot! (self-proclaimed)
Full name: ?
Job: Military Attaché to Baharuth Empire.
Race: Mittle Arcadian, humanoid race (former)
Racial levels:
Artificial Chimera, 10lv
(Chimera specs)
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Biological Warform 3lv
Symbiote, 1lv
Dream Eater, 1lv
Angel, 1lv
Siren, 1lv
Total Level: 10 (Only Artificial Chimera counts, the rest are specs.)
Job levels
Fencer: 2lv
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Total Level : ?
Birthday
Upper Wind Month, 4th day
Hobby: Watch people going on about their days.
Character:
A cute enigmatic figure, former Lieutenant General of a certain army from Arcadia. Her time there is unknown, but she does not seem to possess high capabilities in commanding nor imposing an aura of militarism. Have an unimaginably massive mana pool, yet seem to be unable to utilise tier magic.