Chapter 46: Journey to Gra Valkas

Note: I've decided to retcon the Gra Valkas Empire to have 1990s-level technology, making them more comparable to Japan in the original novel. Additionally, China now originates from 2029 instead of 2020, aligning its capabilities more realistically with near-future advancements. This makes it easier to justify the size of the PLAN and the huge hypersonic weapon arsenal.


The car glided through the quiet, well-lit streets of Beijing, its tinted windows shielding the occupants from the outside world. Major General Mao Zhenhua sat in the back seat, his mind weighed down by the conversation he had just had with Xi Jinping. The decision had been made—he would be leaving China for the Gra Valkas Empire, taking on the role of an envoy.

But this was not just about him. It was about his family. His wife, his son, his daughter—how would they adjust? How would they react to this sudden upheaval? These were questions no battlefield had ever prepared him to answer.

The car turned into a private, gated compound. The guards at the entrance saluted sharply as the vehicle passed. His home stood in the heart of the estate—a modern yet understated villa surrounded by a meticulously kept garden. The lights inside were still on. His wife was waiting for him.

As the car came to a stop, Zhenhua took a deep breath before stepping out. The night air was crisp, carrying with it the faint scent of pine from the trees lining the garden. He entered the house, removing his cap and placing it on the entryway table.

A pair of small feet padded down the hallway.

"Baba!"

His five-year-old daughter, Mao Yuxin, ran toward him in her pink pajamas, her pigtails bouncing with each step. Without hesitation, he knelt and caught her in his arms, lifting her easily.

"You're still awake?" he asked gently, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face.

"Mama said you were coming home late. I wanted to see you," she said, rubbing her tired eyes.

A small smile tugged at his lips. No matter how heavy his burdens were, moments like this reminded him of what he was fighting for.

"Mama is right. You should be in bed," he said, but there was no sternness in his tone.

From the hallway, his wife, Tang Xinyi, approached. Even in a simple silk robe, she carried an air of quiet sophistication. She was the daughter of Tang Wei, the CEO of a powerful multinational company, and had been raised in a world of privilege. Yet, she had never been one to rest on her family name—her intelligence and discipline had been evident from the moment they met.

Her gaze met his, and he could already see the concern in her eyes.

"Let me put Yuxin to bed," she said, her voice composed. "Then we can talk."

Zhenhua nodded, lowering their daughter to the floor. "Go with Mama, okay?"

Yuxin yawned and nodded, slipping her tiny hand into her mother's.

Zhenhua watched as they disappeared down the hallway, then turned and walked toward his study. He loosened his collar and sank into the leather chair behind his desk, rubbing his temples.

A few minutes later, Xinyi entered, closing the door behind her. She moved with quiet grace, but there was a firmness to her presence.

"What happened?" she asked without preamble.

Zhenhua exhaled slowly, then met her gaze. "We're leaving China."

For a moment, she said nothing. Then she stepped forward, taking a seat across from him.

"When?" she asked, her voice measured.

"Soon. I've been assigned as an envoy to the Gra Valkas Empire."

Xinyi frowned slightly, tilting her head. "Gra Valkas… I've read about them. They're a rising power, but they're still largely unknown to the rest of the world. Why you?"

Zhenhua leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk. "Because it's safer for me there than in Beijing."

Understanding flickered in her eyes. "Politics."

He nodded. "The President is consolidating power. Xi Laoshi believes I'm too prominent to remain here safely. This assignment serves two purposes—it keeps me away from immediate danger, and it allows me to gather intelligence on the Gra Valkas military and government."

Xinyi sighed, crossing her arms. "So this isn't just temporary. This could last years."

Zhenhua hesitated, then admitted, "Possibly."

She shook her head. "And you expect me to uproot our family overnight?"

"I know it's not ideal," he said, his voice steady but gentle. "But you and the children are safer with me. If I go alone, we'll be separated indefinitely. If we go together, at least we can face this as a family."

Xinyi studied him for a long moment, her sharp mind processing the implications. Finally, she asked the question he had been dreading.

"What about the children?"

Zhenhua sat back, his expression growing serious. "They'll have to adjust. We'll find a school for them in Gra Valkas."

"Our son is eight, Zhenhua," she said pointedly. "Mao Chenguang is in the middle of his education. He's comfortable here. His friends, his school, his teachers—how do I explain to him that we're moving to a foreign country where we don't even know if the education system is up to standard?"

"I know it will be difficult," Zhenhua admitted. "But I will make sure he receives the best education possible. I'll personally oversee it if I have to."

Xinyi's lips pressed into a thin line. "And Yuxin? She's still so young. What if she struggles with the language, the culture? What if she feels isolated?"

Zhenhua ran a hand through his hair. "We'll have to help them adjust. It won't be easy, but we're their parents. We have to do what's best for them."

Xinyi's expression softened, but her eyes remained troubled. "I understand your duty, Zhenhua. And I will follow you, as I always have. But I need you to be honest with me—are you absolutely certain that taking us with you is the right choice? Wouldn't it be safer for the children to stay here, where their education and future are stable?"

Zhenhua hesitated. "If they stay, they will have stability, yes. But stability is no guarantee of safety. If things turn against me here, do you really think our family will be left untouched?"

Xinyi sighed and looked away, clearly weighing his words.

Zhenhua reached across the desk and took her hand in his. "I don't want to separate us, Xinyi. I need you with me. The children need us together."

After a long pause, Xinyi exhaled and nodded. "Then we'll go."

Relief washed over Zhenhua, but he could see the tension still lingering in her eyes. "I'll make the necessary arrangements," he said. "I'll find the best possible school for Chenguang. I'll make sure Yuxin is supported. I'll take care of everything."

Xinyi gave him a small, weary smile. "I know you will. But you need to prepare yourself, too. This isn't just about politics, Zhenhua. This is about our family. You're asking us to step into the unknown. I need to know that you'll be there—not just as a soldier, but as a husband and father."

Zhenhua squeezed her hand. "I promise."

She studied him for a moment longer, then stood. "Then let's start preparing. We have a lot to do."

As she left the study, Zhenhua remained seated, staring at the documents on his desk. The weight of responsibility pressed down on him like never before.

He had made his decision. Now, he had to make it work.

For his country.

For his family.


Beijing Capital International Airport – 06:30 AM

The soft glow of the morning sun filtered through the vast glass windows of the VIP terminal at Beijing Capital International Airport. Outside, the Comac C999 sat like a sleeping giant on the tarmac, its sleek, white fuselage reflecting the golden sunrise. The massive diplomatic aircraft—China's newest technological marvel—stood apart from the ordinary commercial jets, its size and presence unmatched. Every detail of the aircraft's design exuded a blend of modern engineering and the stalwart spirit of Chinese innovation.

Inside the terminal, Major General Mao Zhenhua stood near the floor-to-ceiling windows, his hands clasped behind his back as he silently admired the formidable craft. His eyes, always calculating and vigilant, roamed over the aircraft's aerodynamic curves. At his side, his wife, Tang Xinyi, meticulously adjusted the coat on their five-year-old daughter, Mao Yuxin, who clung to her hand, while their eight-year-old son, Mao Chenguang, bounced on his feet with uncontainable excitement.

"Baba! Is that our plane?" Chenguang exclaimed, pointing eagerly at the C999.

Zhenhua smiled, his gaze still fixed on the aircraft. "Yes. That's the Yǒngshì Zhī Yǐng—'Shadow of the Brave.' It will carry us all the way to Gra Valkas without any stops."

Chenguang's eyes grew wide with wonder. "No stopping? Not even once?"

Tang Xinyi knelt down to meet her son's excited gaze. "It's nuclear-powered, Chenguang. That means it can fly non-stop for as long as needed. It's built for these kinds of missions."

Chenguang let out an impressed whistle, while Yuxin tugged at her mother's sleeve. "Mama, does it have beds? I don't want to sleep in a chair."

Xinyi chuckled softly and brushed a hand through her daughter's soft hair. "Yes, my love, it has rooms like a hotel. You'll have your very own little space to rest."

Their conversation was momentarily interrupted by the crisp, formal tone of a uniformed official. "Sir, Ma'am. The plane is ready for boarding."

Zhenhua turned to see Colonel Zhao Han—his chief military aide—standing with perfect posture in his PLA uniform. Beside him stood Captain Ren Jianguo, leader of the security team—a group of dedicated, loyal soldiers who answered solely to Zhenhua. Their presence underscored the seriousness of the mission.

Zhenhua nodded curtly and picked up his carry-on bag. "Let's go."


Aboard the Comac C999

Ascending the stairs into the aircraft, the family stepped through the reinforced doors into an interior that was nothing short of opulent. The C999 was a masterpiece: designed not only for diplomacy but also built with the resilience of a military command center. Every surface and fixture was engineered for both comfort and strategic functionality.

In the front section, a spacious lounge area awaited them. The high ceiling was accentuated by sleek LED lights that glowed softly, evoking a sense of calm and sophistication. The floor was covered in soft, cream-colored carpeting that muffled footsteps, and polished wooden paneling adorned the walls with an air of timeless elegance. Luxurious white leather sofas and reclining seats were arranged thoughtfully around glass tables, and a fully stocked bar glittered in the corner, promising refreshment during the long flight.

"This is incredible," Chenguang murmured, barely containing his excitement as he took in the grandeur of the space. He dashed over to a sofa, flopping down with a delighted laugh. "It feels like a palace in the sky!"

"Calm down, Chenguang," Xinyi scolded gently, though her eyes sparkled with amusement. "There's still a lot to learn about our journey."

In the middle section of the plane were private cabins, each meticulously furnished with a comfortable bed, a desk, and ample storage. Further back lay a conference room fitted with state-of-the-art secure communication systems—a direct lifeline to the Central Military Commission in Beijing. Beyond that, a small yet well-equipped medical bay staffed by a PLA doctor stood ready for emergencies.

The rear section housed a mini-gym, a dining area, and a briefing room. There, behind a reinforced bulkhead that protected the cockpit, were the aircraft's defensive systems: automated 20mm gun turrets and advanced electronic warfare countermeasures. These features ensured that in the unlikely event of an encounter with hostiles, the plane was more than ready to defend itself.

Barely settling in, Chenguang and Yuxin burst into the front lounge, their laughter and playful shouts echoing off the smooth surfaces.

"Look at this place! I'm going to build the best pillow fort ever!" Chenguang declared, leaping from one sofa to another.

Yuxin spun in a circle, giggling. "Can I help you? I'm the queen of forts!" she added, her small hands gesturing dramatically.

Their joyful antics drew affectionate smiles from Zhenhua and Tang Xinyi, who exchanged a look of bittersweet understanding—while the children reveled in the wonder of the journey, the weight of duty lay heavy on the adults.

At that moment, Colonel Zhao Han reentered the room, holding a secure tablet. "Sir, all systems are green. The pilots have confirmed that we are ready for takeoff."

Zhenhua took the tablet and examined the status reports before nodding. "Excellent. Let's begin."


Outside, the ground crew made their final checks and retreated to a safe distance. The engines of the C999 roared to life—a deep, resonant hum that vibrated through the entire cabin, setting hearts pounding with anticipation. The entire aircraft seemed to pulse with power, ready to take on the journey across the vast Silencieuse Ocean.

Inside the cockpit, Captain Liu Jian, the lead pilot, spoke into his microphone with calm authority. "Tower, this is Comac C999, Shadow of the Brave. Requesting clearance for departure."

A crisp voice from the control tower responded, "C999, you are cleared for takeoff. Safe journey."

As the engines surged and the aircraft began its roll along the tarmac, Zhenhua couldn't help but glance around at his family. "This is it," he murmured, half to himself. "A new chapter begins."

Chenguang bounced up and down, his voice piercing through the hum. "Baba, can I sit by the window? I want to see everything as we take off!"

Zhenhua ruffled his son's hair. "Of course, Chenguang. Just promise me you'll be careful."

Meanwhile, Tang Xinyi added with a playful smile, "And no distracting your father with too many questions during takeoff, young man."

Chenguang grinned widely. "I promise, Mama!"

As the aircraft gathered speed, the massive jet lifted off the ground gracefully, climbing steadily into the clear blue sky. Through the large windows, passengers caught their first glimpse of the world shrinking below—a mosaic of runways, terminal buildings, and the scattered ground crew.

Colonel Zhao Han, standing near Zhenhua, commented, "This machine is as much a symbol of our strength as it is a fortress in the sky. I've never seen anything so advanced."

Captain Ren Jianguo, adjusting his cap, replied in a low, confident tone, "That's why we're here—to protect you and the mission at all costs."

The excitement in the cabin was palpable. Even the children's laughter mingled with the soft hum of the engines. Yuxin clapped her hands, exclaiming, "It's like magic! I'm flying on a giant bird!"

Chenguang, still wide-eyed, added, "I can see everything, Baba! I feel like an eagle!"

Zhenhua allowed himself a small smile. "Yes, it's a unique experience. Just remember, even an eagle must watch the horizon."

As the aircraft soared higher, the terminal and the bustling airport faded into the distance, replaced by an endless expanse of sky and the deep blue of the Silencieuse Ocean below. The journey had begun—and with it, a mixture of anticipation, excitement, and solemn duty filled the air.

The pilot's confident voice came over the intercom once more. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome aboard the Comac C999. We are now cruising at 35,000 feet. Please sit back, relax, and enjoy the flight."

For a moment, the family settled into a comfortable silence, each lost in their own thoughts. Zhenhua reviewed mission updates on his tablet; Tang Xinyi exchanged a quiet conversation with Colonel Zhao Han about the flight plan, security protocols, and the importance of maintaining constant vigilance; meanwhile, Chenguang and Yuxin continued their playful explorations of the luxurious cabin, their innocent joy a stark contrast to the weighty responsibilities borne by their parents.

Zhenhua caught Tang Xinyi's eye and said in a low voice, "We are entering a critical phase. This flight isn't just a diplomatic mission—it's a lifeline. Once we cross the Silencieuse Ocean, there's no turning back."

Xinyi nodded, her expression determined yet tender. "I know, Zhenhua. And we'll be with you every step of the way."

As the C999 sailed steadily into the vast expanse of the sky, the family, along with their loyal aides, embarked on a journey that would test their resolve, unity, and commitment to a future both uncertain and full of promise. The golden sunrise gave way to a brilliant blue day, and with every mile covered, the shadow of the brave carried them closer to their destination—and to a new chapter in their lives.

The engines hummed on, the flight continued, and amidst the luxury of the aircraft and the playful banter of a family united in purpose, the seeds of destiny were quietly sown in the heart of the sky.


Hours into the Flight – Over the Ocean

The steady hum of the engines filled the cabin as the Comac C999 cruised steadily over the endless, deep-blue expanse of the Silencieuse Ocean. Outside the reinforced observation windows, the water shimmered like a vast sapphire blanket under the muted sunlight, while far in the distance, barely discernible wisps of clouds danced on the horizon.

Inside the luxurious cabin lounge, Major General Mao Zhenhua sat at a sleek, glass-topped table alongside Colonel Zhao Han, Captain Ren Jianguo, and two other trusted aides. A digital map sprawled across the table's surface, charting their direct course—over 30,000 kilometers of nonstop flight—through international airspace toward the Gra Valkas Empire.

"This is the longest non-stop diplomatic flight in history," noted Colonel Zhao Han, his tone both awed and resolute as he tapped a point on the map. "Not many can say they've crossed such distances without pause."

Captain Ren Jianguo, the head of the security team, leaned forward. "And it's the most dangerous too. Out here, if anything goes wrong, we're entirely on our own. That's why every system, every personal, every protocol is in place."

Just then, Tang Xinyi—Zhenhua's composed and ever-observant wife—entered the room, balancing a tray laden with delicate porcelain cups of freshly brewed tea and a plate of assorted finger foods. "Which is why we have twenty 20mm gun turrets and an escort team on standby, correct?" she remarked with a wry smile, setting the tray down on a side table.

Ren Jianguo chuckled softly, replying, "Yes, ma'am. We're not taking any chances out here."

Their light banter was abruptly interrupted by the excited footsteps of eight-year-old Mao Chenguang, who burst into the lounge with wide eyes and a grin that could light up the darkest night. "Baba! There are dragons outside!" he exclaimed, his voice echoing with youthful wonder.

Zhenhua paused mid-sentence, blinking in surprise. "Dragons?" he asked, his tone a mix of amusement and curiosity.

Tang Xinyi arched an eyebrow. "What on earth are you talking about, Chenguang?" she inquired gently, though a trace of amusement played at the corners of her mouth.

"Come see!" Chenguang urged, tugging at his father's hand and leading him briskly toward the large, reinforced observation window on the starboard side of the cabin.

There, in the distant sky, massive winged creatures soared gracefully over the ocean. Their dark, sinuous silhouettes cut through the clouds like living legends, evoking a sense of myth and menace all at once. The cockpit crew had clearly noticed them as well.

"Captain, we have multiple flying creatures at five o'clock, maintaining distance," reported the co-pilot calmly over the intercom.

Captain Liu Jian, his focus unyielding as his fingers gripped the controls, replied, "Those are dragons," his voice firm but edged with a hint of concern.

The room fell into a hushed silence as everyone absorbed the surreal sight. Colonel Zhao Han muttered under his breath, "If those are military-trained dragons, we might be looking at a potential threat."

Without missing a beat, Ren Jianguo tapped his earpiece. "Tell the gunners to power up the turrets—but hold fire unless they get too close."

The pilot's knuckles whitened around the controls. "Let's hope they're just watching," he murmured, glancing between his instruments and the view ahead.


As tension mingled with the quiet awe inspired by the majestic dragons, the cabin's atmosphere lightened once more with the arrival of another treat. The flight's attendants began circulating through the lounge with carts laden with an array of international delicacies and traditional Chinese dishes—an in-flight banquet meant to cater to both diplomatic taste and personal comfort.

As the attendants wheeled carts laden with an array of international delicacies and traditional Chinese dishes down the aisle, laughter and chatter filled the space between the strategic discussions and the distant hum of the engines.

Tang Xinyi smiled as she poured herself another cup of freshly brewed jasmine tea. "It's remarkable how they've turned this aircraft into a flying palace," she remarked, running her fingers along the intricately carved wood paneling on the table.

Zhenhua nodded appreciatively. "Every detail has been planned meticulously—not just for our comfort but for our diplomacy. This is our moving embassy," he said, taking a delicate dumpling from a porcelain plate. "And if this whole diplomatic gig doesn't work out, we could always open a mid-air restaurant."

A nearby aide chuckled. "I'll make sure to reserve a seat at the chef's table, sir."

Meanwhile, Ren Jianguo, ever the vigilant one, leaned over to add in a low tone, "Enjoy the games and the food, but keep your eyes on the monitors. We're not exactly cruising in a backyard picnic."

At that moment, eight-year-old Mao Chenguang, still riding high on his earlier excitement about dragons, darted over with a mischievous grin. "Baba, check it out!" he shouted, brandishing a small slice of roast duck like a trophy. "I'm the captain of this feast!"

Tang Xinyi laughed as she watched him. "Captain Chenguang, you better keep that duck away from the passengers—or you'll have them chasing you down the aisle!" she teased, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

Across the cabin, five-year-old Mao Yuxin had discovered her own form of entertainment. She had arranged a small, colorful plate of dim sum in front of her and was, with unabashed delight, using her noodles as a makeshift paintbrush. With a tiny dab of soy sauce here and a playful squirt of chili oil there, she giggled as she "decorated" her plate like a masterpiece. "Look, Mama! I made a smiley face!" she beamed, her eyes shining with innocent pride.

Zhenhua grinned at the scene. "If Yuxin keeps this up, she might be the next great artist—though I'd prefer if she kept her art off the table," he joked.

Chenguang, not to be outdone, ran around the cabin, occasionally stopping to dramatically "cream" his face with a generous dab of whipped cream from a dessert cart. "Behold! The mighty cream warrior has arrived!" he declared, causing a ripple of laughter among the nearby passengers and crew.

The attendants, with practiced ease, continued to serve plates of steamed buns, fragrant stir-fried vegetables, and succulent slices of Peking duck drizzled with plum sauce. One attendant, with a knowing smile, quipped to an amused Zhenhua, "If diplomacy gets too bitter, sir, our dessert menu is sweet enough to solve any conflict."

Between bites of perfectly balanced flavors and the playful chaos of children at play, the long hours of flight became a mosaic of shared jokes, heartfelt family moments, and the comforting knowledge that even at 30,000 kilometers above the ocean, a bit of home was never far away.


As the hours passed, the conversation in the conference room of the Comac C999 resumed, more focused now, though still punctuated by the occasional joke to lighten the mood. Major General Mao Zhenhua sat at the head of the table, flanked by his key aides, Zhao Han and Ren Jianguo, along with a few senior staffers. The digital map displayed their current position over the Silencieuse Ocean, the tiny icon of their aircraft inching closer to Gra Valkas.

Zhao Han, tapping on the holographic display, broke the silence. "Gentlemen, let's not mince words. Gra Valkas is no ordinary island nation. Twice the size of Indonesia, six main islands, and the biggest one the size of Greenland. And their capital, Ragna? A behemoth of a city, over 380 million people crammed into 100,000 square kilometers. Imagine Tokyo on steroids."

Ren Jianguo nodded, arms crossed. "And let's not forget their military capabilities. Analysts back home say their tech is about on par with the United States in the 1990s. That makes them the second most advanced nation in the world—behind us, of course. Well, aside from the Holy Milishial Empire and their magical nonsense."

"Yeah, yeah," Zhao Han smirked. "Magic. Convenient excuse for defying the laws of physics. Still, if Gra Valkas ever turns hostile, they'd be China's biggest headache."

Tang Xinyi, sitting beside Zhenhua, sipped her tea. "But they're not hostile. At least, not yet. Right now, they're our hosts, and we're here to strengthen diplomatic ties. Ragna isn't just a mega-city; it's the beating heart of their empire. Three mighty rivers cut through it, running straight into the sea. The whole city is built on top of a massive aquifer. Not to mention the oil and gas reserves nearby."

"Infrastructure-wise, they've got everything," Zhenhua added. "Huge ports, dozens of train stations, multiple airports. If there's an ideal place for power projection in this world, it's Ragna."

Ren Jianguo exhaled sharply. "And we're meeting their Crown Prince—what was his name again?" He squinted at his tablet. "Cabal Eloue Luk Fordem Hallova Elidor von Granderia."

Zhao Han let out a low whistle. "Man's got more names than I have ex-girlfriends."

Tang Xinyi chuckled. "That's not a high bar, Zhao."

"Fair, but still." Zhao Han grinned. "Seriously, I hope we're not expected to say his full name every time we address him. I might run out of breath before we finish negotiations."

Zhenhua smirked but steered the conversation back. "Jokes aside, our priority is to understand their intentions. Gra Valkas is an empire built on industry, energy, and military might. We need to find out where China fits into their grand vision. And more importantly, whether that vision includes cooperation or conflict."

A brief silence settled over the table before Zhao Han finally muttered, "Still, though… Cabal Eloue Luk Fordem Hallova Elidor von Granderia. Try saying that three times fast."

Laughter filled the room, easing the tension, if only for a moment.


The hum of the Comac C999's engines blended with the sound of laughter as Mao Chenguang and Mao Yuxin sat cross-legged in the lounge, immersed in their game. The two children wore lightweight virtual reality headsets, manufactured by Pico, a leading Chinese VR company. Their small hands gripped motion controllers as they navigated a high-speed aerial race across a dazzling, digital landscape.

Chenguang grinned, his body tilting slightly as he maneuvered his J-20 fighter jet, weaving between floating islands. "Mama, look! I just did a barrel roll!"

Yuxin, flying a sleek red Su-35, stuck her tongue out playfully. "Hah! Try dodging this!" She pressed a button, launching a series of harmless virtual plasma rings in his direction.

Chenguang yelped in mock panic. "No fair! You have homing shots!"

Tang Xinyi chuckled as she watched her children twist and turn, fully immersed in their game. She turned to Zhenhua, who was observing with a small smile. "You think they'll be fighter pilots one day?"

Zhenhua shook his head. "Not unless they pass political training first," he joked.

Yuxin, still wearing her headset, raised her hand dramatically. "I, General Mao Yuxin, shall lead the PLA Air Force into battle against Baba's high scores!"

Chenguang gasped in mock betrayal. "Traitor! You were supposed to be my wingman!"

Zhao Han, sitting nearby, sipped his tea. "At this rate, I'd be more worried about them outmaneuvering us in the next round of negotiations."

Ren Jianguo chuckled. "I don't know, sir. Watching them, I think they could run our drone program better than half the new recruits."

After a few more rounds of aerial mayhem, Chenguang and Yuxin finally put their headsets aside, their faces flushed with excitement. The flight attendants took this as the perfect moment to bring in a carefully prepared selection of dishes—a mix of traditional Chinese comfort food and elegant Western delicacies.

"Baba, I'm hungry!" Chenguang declared, sniffing the air as a tray was placed before him.

Xinyi smiled as she unfolded a napkin. "Then you're in luck. Look at this spread."

The tray was filled with steamed xiaolongbao, crispy scallion pancakes, and beef noodle soup, sitting alongside delicate mini sandwiches and smoked salmon canapés.

Zhenhua picked up a dumpling with his chopsticks and took a bite, savoring the rich, soupy filling. "This is excellent. Even better than some places back home."

Ren Jianguo, meanwhile, focused on the Western side of the menu. He took a bite of a truffle-infused foie gras toast and made a face. "Fancy, but I still prefer a good old roujiamo."

Colonel Zhao Han nodded, lifting a small bowl of mapo tofu. "Spicy, flavorful, and reminds me of Chengdu. Now this is food."

The two aides, already halfway through their meals, chuckled. "At this rate, we'll land in Ragna five kilos heavier."

Xinyi smiled, watching her family and colleagues enjoy their meal. As the aircraft soared over the vast ocean, carrying them toward a new and uncertain future, she found comfort in these small, familiar moments.


Approaching the Gra Valkas Empire

After thirty-six hours of steady flight, the digital map on the table shifted subtly, signaling that the Gra Valkas mainland was now in sight. Slowly but surely, the outlines of an enormous island began to take shape on the horizon—Gra Valkas, a nation of immense technological prowess and vast resources.

As the aircraft adjusted its trajectory for descent, the atmosphere in the cabin shifted from cautious excitement to palpable anticipation. Through the large observation windows, Ragna emerged in all its glory.

"Holy crap," Chenguang muttered, nose practically pressed against the glass. "It looks like someone took every city in China and mashed them together. And then gave it extra neon."

His sister Yuxin, hanging onto the edge of the window, let out an exaggerated gasp. "Baba! Baba! Look at all the tiny cars! They look like ants!"

Tang Xinyi smiled, leaning closer to Zhenhua. "I knew it would be big, but this is... overwhelming. It's like a cyberpunk fever dream."

Zhenhua exhaled slowly. "Thirty percent of the empire's population lives in this city alone," he said. "It's not just a capital—it's an empire in itself. Built on an aquifer, fed by three massive rivers, and powered by an economy that never sleeps."

Over the intercom, a clipped voice interrupted. "China-101, this is Ragna Royal Airport. You are cleared to begin your descent. Welcome to the Gra Valkas Empire."

A ripple of controlled excitement passed through the cabin. Ren Jianguo checked his watch and smirked. "Well, they didn't shoot us down. That's a good start."

Colonel Zhao Han nodded sagely. "Yet."

Ren Jianguo gave him a side glance. "Always the optimist."

As the aircraft began its descent, Yuxin clapped her hands. "Baba, do we have to bow when we meet the prince?"

Zhenhua chuckled. "Not exactly. A polite nod should do."

Chenguang frowned. "Wait, what's his name again?"

"Crown Prince Cabal Eloue Luk Fordem Hallova Elidor von Granderia," Zhenhua recited effortlessly.

Chenguang stared. "That's not a name. That's an incantation."

Tang Xinyi stifled a laugh. "Just call him 'Your Highness.' Safer that way."

The cabin crew moved briskly, securing trays and ensuring that everyone was buckled in. The hum of landing gear deploying filled the space, punctuated by a gentle thud.

Zhao Han stretched. "From dragons to a megacity the size of a small country—this flight has covered everything except alien invasions."

Ren Jianguo tapped his chin. "Give it time."

Outside, the sprawling Royal Airport loomed, its sleek architecture reflecting the bright midday sun. A line of black diplomatic vehicles awaited their arrival.

Tang Xinyi squeezed Zhenhua's hand. "No pressure, but the next few hours might shape history."

He smirked. "Then let's hope history has a sense of humor."

With that, the cabin doors opened, and their new world awaited.


Descending the steps first was Mao Zhenhua, his crisp PLA uniform perfectly pressed, the golden stars on his epaulets glinting under the midday sun. Beside him, Tang Xinyi exuded quiet elegance in a modern-tailored cheongsam, its silk fabric shimmering subtly as she moved. Their children, Mao Chenguang and Mao Yuxin, clung to their mother's side, wide-eyed and whispering excitedly as they took in the sight of uniformed guards, towering officials, and the grandeur of Ragna.

At the forefront of the welcoming delegation stood Crown Prince Cabal Eloue Luk Fordem Hallova Elidor von Granderia, a striking figure among his peers. Standing at an imposing 195 centimeters, he towered over both the average Gra Valkan and the Chinese guests. His sharp, hawk-like gaze carried a natural authority, but his expression was anything but rigid. Dressed in a resplendent military uniform adorned with golden embroidery and a polished ceremonial saber at his side, Cabal looked every bit the heir to an empire. His deep navy-blue coat, lined with crimson, bore the insignia of the Royal Armed Forces, and the high-collared jacket emphasized his powerful frame. He was the perfect blend of discipline and charisma, a man built to both lead and inspire.

The moment Cabal laid eyes on Mao Zhenhua, his solemn bearing melted into a wide, infectious grin. Striding forward with confident ease, he spread his arms in an exaggerated greeting.

"At last! The famed Major General Mao Zhenhua of China! I've heard stories, but I must say, you look even more formidable in person!" he declared in near-flawless, if slightly accented, Mandarin.

Zhenhua exchanged a brief glance with Tang Xinyi before stepping forward and offering a firm handshake. "Your Highness is too kind. We're honored by the warm welcome."

"Nonsense! A meeting like this should be filled with warmth, good food, and even better wine!" Cabal laughed heartily. "Oh, and this must be the graceful Madam Tang Xinyi. My lady, it's a pleasure beyond words."

Tang Xinyi offered a polite smile, inclining her head. "The honor is ours, Your Highness. You have a most impressive city."

Cabal placed a hand over his chest dramatically. "Ah! And here I thought nothing could impress a lady from a nation as vast and advanced as China! But we do try!"

Then, spotting the children, he crouched slightly, his sharp eyes softening with amusement. "And who are these fine young warriors?"

Chenguang immediately stood at attention and saluted. "Mao Chenguang, sir!"

Cabal's grin widened. "Oh, I like this one! Discipline already! You'll make a fine soldier one day, young man. And what about you, little lady?"

Yuxin, clutching her mother's hand, peered up at the towering prince. "Yuxin," she whispered.

Cabal chuckled, lowering his voice conspiratorially. "Well, Yuxin, let me tell you a secret. Ragna has the best sweets in the world. Stick with me, and I'll make sure you get to try them. Deal?"

Yuxin hesitated before nodding shyly. Cabal winked before straightening, clapping his hands together. "Come, my friends! We have much to discuss and even more to celebrate. Let's get you settled before the feast—unless, of course, you'd rather discuss world affairs while standing in the sun?" He shot Zhenhua a playful look.

Zhenhua smirked slightly. "Lead the way, Your Highness. We'll follow your command."

Cabal laughed again, guiding them towards the convoy of sleek black vehicles awaiting their arrival. As they walked, he continued chatting animatedly, his energy palpable. "Tell me, General—do your helicopters really fly faster than our fighter jets? I need to know if my advisors are lying to me or if I should start begging for an upgrade!"

Mao Zhenhua chuckled at Cabal's enthusiasm. "It depends on the model, Your Highness. Some of our advanced rotorcraft can outpace older jets in certain conditions, but I wouldn't recommend replacing your air force with helicopters just yet."

Cabal let out a hearty laugh, clapping Zhenhua on the back. "Ah! So there is truth to it! Perhaps I'll have to see one in action myself!"

As they approached the convoy, Cabal's sharp gaze flicked toward the bustling streets of Ragna. "I imagine your family must be exhausted after such a journey. Let's get you settled before we feast like true warriors!"


The palace banquet hall was a breathtaking display of Gra Valkas' imperial grandeur. Towering marble columns, adorned with intricate gold filigree, framed the enormous chamber. Crimson and gold tapestries lined the walls, bearing the proud insignia of the royal house, while a massive crystal chandelier bathed the room in warm, golden light. The long banquet table stretched nearly the entire length of the hall, adorned with an extravagant spread—succulent roasted meats, fragrant spices, fresh-baked bread, and an assortment of exotic dishes that filled the air with mouthwatering aromas.

Crown Prince Cabal, exuding his usual charismatic energy, took his seat at the head of the table, dressed in his formal military attire—a crisp white officer's coat adorned with medals and golden epaulets. His striking presence commanded attention, his sharp blue eyes gleaming with excitement. He grinned as he motioned for the Chinese delegation to sit beside him. "Come, come! Eat! A good meal is the best way to start a new friendship. And besides, I have a million questions!"

Mao Zhenhua and his team exchanged amused glances before taking their seats. The delegation, dressed in sharp, tailored suits, presented a stark contrast to the traditional, more flamboyant fashion of the Gra Valkas elite. Cabal eagerly cut into a thick steak and turned to Colonel Zhao Han, a seasoned officer in China's military delegation.

"Tell me, Colonel, is it true that China has developed weapons that can outrun anything we have? I heard rumors about... what do you call them? Hypersonic missiles?"

Zhao Han took a sip of wine before nodding. "That's correct, Your Highness. Our hypersonic glide vehicles can travel at speeds exceeding Mach 20, maneuvering unpredictably. They're nearly impossible to intercept with traditional missile defenses."

Cabal's fork hovered in the air as he absorbed the information. "Mach 20?" He let out a low whistle. "That's—wait, let me do the math... over twenty-four thousand kilometers per hour? That's absurd! How does anything move that fast and still hit a target?"

Zhenhua chuckled. "Years of research and engineering. We've developed advanced guidance systems and material sciences that allow our weapons to withstand extreme temperatures and pressures."

Cabal shook his head in amazement. "I can't even imagine. Our fastest aircraft barely scratch Mach 2! And our best missiles? Mach 5 at best! No wonder our analysts keep telling me China is decades ahead of us."

Ren Jianguo, a key strategist seated nearby, interjected. "It's not just speed. A key advantage is unpredictability. Unlike ballistic missiles that follow a fixed trajectory, hypersonic weapons can alter their course mid-flight, making them incredibly difficult to intercept."

Cabal leaned back, rubbing his chin. "So brute force alone won't cut it, huh? We can't just build a bigger gun and hope for the best?" He laughed, shaking his head. "That must be why my father keeps nagging me about the importance of intelligence and strategy."

Zhenhua smirked. "Smart leadership is about knowing when to listen."

Cabal smirked back. "True, but I must admit, I sometimes prefer to learn the hard way."

Throughout the night, Cabal remained the center of attention, effortlessly shifting conversations from military strategy to philosophy to the best street foods in Ragna. He was, in every sense, a man of the people—charming, passionate, and utterly magnetic.

At one point, he turned to Tang Xinyi, the elegant and poised wife of Mao Zhenhua. "Madam Tang, you must allow me to show you Ragna personally. I have no doubt you'll find it fascinating."

Tang smiled politely. "I'd be honored, Your Highness."

"Please, just Cabal! Formalities bore me."

Zhenhua chuckled. "You certainly have a unique approach to leadership, Your Highness—er, Cabal."

Cabal smirked. "My father would disagree. But one must inspire people to follow, no?"


After hours of revelry at the palace, the Chinese delegation was finally escorted to their new residence—a grand villa situated in the heart of Ragna's prestigious diplomatic quarter. The building was a masterpiece of architecture, blending Gra Valkas' imperial elegance with modern luxury. Tall, arched windows bathed the interior in soft golden light, offering breathtaking views of the sprawling city. The skyline shimmered like a sea of stars, with towering skyscrapers and bustling streets stretching endlessly into the night.

Prince Cabal strode forward with an air of theatrical flair, stopping just outside the ornate double doors of the villa. He spread his arms wide and announced dramatically, "Welcome to your new home away from home! I personally oversaw every detail, ensuring that it meets the highest standards of hospitality. And, of course, a security team will be stationed nearby, should you have any concerns."

Before anyone could respond, Mao Chenguang and Mao Yuxin, Zhenhua's energetic children, darted past the adults and rushed inside. Their delighted laughter echoed through the grand entrance hall, their tiny footsteps pattering against the polished marble floors.

Cabal chuckled, watching them run about. "Ah, to be young again. So much enthusiasm!"

Mao Chenguang, the eight-year-old, halted at the base of a grand staircase, his eyes wide as he gazed up at the massive crystal chandelier overhead. "Bàba! This place is huge! Do we get to live here the whole time?"

Zhenhua smiled, stepping forward. "Yes, son. As long as we're in Gra Valkas, this is our home."

Yuxin, the five-year-old, was already tugging on her mother's sleeve. "Māmā, look! The windows are so big! We can see all of Ragna from here!"

Tang Xinyi bent down beside her daughter, gently tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "You're right, sweetheart. The view is incredible." She turned to Cabal, nodding in appreciation. "It's beautiful, Cabal. You've been very generous."

Cabal waved a hand dismissively. "Nonsense! I believe a man's home should be a place of comfort. I expect great things from this visit, and I want your stay here to be memorable."

Chenguang, still buzzing with excitement, suddenly tugged on Cabal's sleeve. "Your Highness, do you have dragons in Ragna? I saw some earlier, flying way below the plane!"

Cabal let out a hearty laugh. "Oh-ho! A sharp-eyed one, aren't you? Yes, we do have dragons, though they're not as common in the city. Most belong to our military or roam the wilderness. Perhaps, if you're lucky, I can arrange for you to see one up close."

Chenguang's eyes widened in awe. "Really?! That would be amazing!"

Yuxin, ever the curious one, frowned thoughtfully. "Are they nice dragons? Or scary ones?"

Cabal crouched down, his expression playful. "Well, that depends on the dragon. Some are fierce warriors, trained for battle. Others are gentler, used for transport or even messengers. But don't worry—none will come knocking on your window at night." He winked, making Yuxin giggle.

Zhenhua watched the interaction with a smirk. "You seem to have a way with children, Your Highness."

Cabal straightened up, grinning. "Ah, well, perhaps it's because I still have a bit of childish excitement myself. It makes life more interesting, don't you think?"

The group moved deeper into the villa, admiring the detailed craftsmanship. The walls were adorned with finely painted murals depicting historic moments of Gra Valkas' imperial expansion. Intricately carved wooden furniture filled the rooms, each piece reflecting the Empire's dedication to both form and function.

As they entered the dining hall, a team of well-dressed attendants stood at the ready. A light evening spread had already been laid out—freshly baked bread, imported cheeses, an assortment of exotic fruits, and a selection of fine wines.

"A light meal, should you be hungry after the feast," Cabal gestured toward the table. "I wasn't sure how much you could eat after such a grand dinner, but one can never be too prepared."

Chenguang and Yuxin, however, had their eyes set on something else. "Bàba! Māmā! Look, they have a fountain inside the house!" Chenguang pointed at the elegant marble structure in the corner of the hall, water cascading down like a tiny waterfall.

Yuxin clapped her hands. "Can we touch it?"

Tang Xinyi gave them a knowing glance. "Only if you don't splash water everywhere."

Cabal chuckled. "Oh, let them enjoy themselves! A little water never hurt anyone."

The children ran over, giggling as they dipped their fingers into the cool water, marveling at the smooth stone carvings of mythical creatures surrounding the fountain.

As the delegation settled in, Cabal clapped his hands together. "Now then! Before you get too comfortable, I must insist on taking you on a tour of Ragna. You must see it through my eyes, Major General. I promise, you'll be impressed."

Zhenhua leaned back slightly, arms crossed. "You seem very eager to show off your capital, Your Highness."

Cabal smirked. "Of course! Ragna is the pride of Gra Valkas. It is a city of ambition, built upon the dreams of conquerors and visionaries. And—" he leaned in slightly, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "—I must admit, I'm very curious to see your reaction to it."

Zhenhua chuckled, shaking his head. "Very well. I'll see it through your eyes, as you say."

Tang Xinyi added, "The children should rest, but I'd love to see more of the city as well."

Cabal clapped a hand over his heart in exaggerated relief. "Ah! I knew I liked you both. We'll begin tomorrow, then. But for now, enjoy your first night in Ragna."

As the evening wound down, the villa filled with the quiet sounds of laughter, the hum of conversation, and the occasional delighted squeal from the children as they explored their new home. Outside, the grand city of Ragna pulsed with life, its towering buildings standing as a testament to the Gra Valkas Empire's might and ambition.


The next morning, the Chinese delegation boarded a sleek convoy of luxury vehicles, each bearing the imperial crest of the Gra Valkas Empire—a golden wyvern clutching a sword. The streets of Ragna, the world's largest city, teemed with energy as the motorcade glided through the metropolis. Lined with towering steel-and-glass skyscrapers, bustling industrial complexes, and sprawling rail networks, Ragna projected the image of a burgeoning superpower striving toward modernity. Yet, despite the grandeur, the technological disparity between Gra Valkas and China remained evident. The neon glow of advertisements flickered with a dated intensity, the city's monorails lacked the sleek automation of their Chinese counterparts, and the roads, though wide and well-maintained, were filled with gasoline-powered cars instead of electric or hydrogen-based vehicles.

Inside the lead vehicle, Crown Prince Cabal Eloue Luk Fordem Hallova Elidor von Granderia sat beside Mao Zhenhua, exuding an air of unwavering confidence. He gestured enthusiastically at the cityscape as they passed by.

"Welcome to Ragna, the greatest city in the world!" Cabal declared, his voice swelling with pride. "She is the heart of our empire, a testament to the strength and ingenuity of our people. Everything you see, from the mighty Werkschmiede Industries complex to the towering Finanzburg, was built with our own hands!"

Mao Zhenhua nodded thoughtfully as he observed the city. The skyline, though imposing, lacked the seamless integration of smart technology and green architecture present in Beijing or Shanghai. He noted the sheer density of factories near residential districts, the thick plumes of smoke rising into the air, a stark reminder that Gra Valkas was still in the throes of its industrial ascension. It was a city that exuded raw power but at the cost of refinement.

Their first stop was the Imperial Plaza, a vast square paved with dark granite and surrounded by imposing government buildings. At its center stood the Gra Valkas Imperial Palace, the Reichszitadelle, an awe-inspiring fortress of steel and stone, crowned with golden domes and high spires. Unlike China's palatial government complexes, which emphasized openness and accessibility, the Reichszitadelle resembled a warlord's citadel from another era.

"This palace was built at the dawn of the industrial age," Cabal explained, his voice filled with reverence. "My ancestors understood that to rule an empire, one must project strength. Every stone, every pillar here symbolizes the unyielding will of Gra Valkas."

Zhenhua studied the architecture, noting the fortress-like design, the thick defensive walls, and the heavy wrought-iron gates. It was a structure built to endure sieges, not to welcome foreign dignitaries.

From there, the delegation proceeded to the Ragna Central Station, known locally as the Hochmeisterbahnhof. The station, a colossus of reinforced steel and vaulted glass, was the largest transportation hub in the empire. Inside, thousands of commuters bustled beneath an ornate ceiling adorned with frescoes of Gra Valkas' military triumphs, depicting legions storming distant lands and fleets dominating the high seas.

"This station connects every major city in our empire," Cabal boasted. "Our Hochgeschwindigkeitsbahn, while not as fast as yours, operates at a respectable 300 kilometers per hour. Our engineers are working to surpass this, but maglev technology is still out of reach."

Ren Jianguo offered a diplomatic smile. "Progress is inevitable. When your industry reaches a certain threshold, maglevs will no longer be out of reach."

Cabal chuckled. "Perhaps, but our leadership is cautious. Infrastructure must be cost-effective. We do not make reckless investments."

Next, they entered the Finanzviertel von Ragna, the financial district, where the Stockbörse von Ragna towered over the skyline. Unlike Shanghai's futuristic financial hub, the Stockbörse felt more like an old-world institution clinging to relevance in a rapidly evolving global economy. While digital billboards advertised industrial giants, the district lacked the hyper-connected, AI-driven trading networks that fueled China's financial markets.

"Economic power is as important as military might," Cabal admitted. "Our stock market fuels the expansion of industry and innovation. However, I won't deny that China's financial empire is… formidable."

Zhenhua observed the disparity between Gra Valkas' industrial ambition and its economic sophistication. The empire thrived on production, but its financial systems had yet to match the complexity of China's digital yuan-driven economy.

As the motorcade traveled deeper into the city, they reached the Maschinenviertel, the industrial heart of Ragna. Here, rows of smokestacks reached skyward, belching thick clouds into the air, while massive factories churned out everything from automobiles to tanks. Workers in heavy overalls and soot-streaked faces toiled manually—a stark contrast to China's near-fully automated production lines.

"This is where the empire's true strength lies," Cabal declared, gesturing proudly. "Our industry builds the warships, tanks, and aircraft that keep our enemies at bay."

Mao Zhenhua examined the production methods with a critical eye. "Do you foresee automation playing a greater role in your industries?"

Cabal frowned. "Perhaps, but we are cautious. Mass automation leads to mass unemployment. Our workers are the backbone of our empire."

Ren Jianguo interjected. "Technology should enhance human potential, not replace it. With the right policies, automation can lead to a more skilled workforce."

Cabal seemed to consider this but swiftly moved the conversation forward as the motorcade approached the Grand Naval Shipyards, the Großwerft von Ragna. Here, colossally scaled dry docks housed missile battlecruisers and aircraft carriers under construction, their armored hulls glinting under the midday sun.

"Behold! The pride of the Gra Valkas Navy!" Cabal announced. "The GVES Imperator, our newest carrier, is the finest warship ever built by our empire."

Zhenhua observed the vessel. While imposing, its design bore striking similarities to China's carriers from decades past. Where modern PLAN carriers utilized electromagnetic catapults, AI-assisted combat management, and drone integration, the GVES Imperator still relied on conventional steam catapults and manual operations.

"An impressive vessel," Zhenhua acknowledged diplomatically. "But how does your navy intend to adapt to the ever-evolving nature of warfare?"

Cabal smirked. "That is why we seek collaboration. Perhaps one day, Gra Valkas and China can forge a technological partnership."

As the sun began to set, the final destination was the Kulturenviertel, the Cultural Quarter, where museums and theaters showcased the intellectual achievements of the empire. Inside the Ragna Grand Museum, ancient banners, oil paintings, and war relics told the story of Gra Valkas' rise.

"History defines us," Cabal mused. "It reminds us of the sacrifices that built our empire."

Tang Xinyi, studying a mural of a historic battle, asked, "And what of the empire's future? Will it conquer or will it lead?"

Cabal hesitated. "A ruler must be strong. But… perhaps strength is not measured only in conquest."

Their final stop was Himmelsturm, the tallest structure in Ragna. From the observation deck, the city stretched beneath them—shimmering skyscrapers, winding highways, the endless expanse of the industrial sector. At the horizon, warships patrolled the coastline.

Cabal turned to Mao Zhenhua. "Do you think we have what it takes to match China's greatness?"

Zhenhua folded his arms. "Greatness is not just about power. It is about vision. China advanced not just through strength, but through innovation, diplomacy, and understanding its people. If Gra Valkas embraces those ideals, it may surpass even its own expectations."

Cabal laughed heartily. "You always give me much to ponder, General. That is why I enjoy your company!"

As the night deepened, Zhenhua pondered the future. Gra Valkas was ambitious, powerful, and determined. The question was whether it would be an ally—or a rival that history would never forget.