That Time I Beat My Meat Too Much, And Reincarnated As Parpaldian Rebel Prince

Chapter 1: Adjustment In New Life

Note:

This is a cringe fic without a doubt, trying to put a degenerate virgin as protag, with a lot of overly dramatic situation and heavy emphasize on his POV monologue with primary goal of surviving and coping with his new body, if you disliked this kinds of cringey set like being too perverted, tactless mc or him being outright dumb in some fields, that would give you aneurysm — I suggest don't read it. Furthermore, this is not a sequel or canon to my AWS NHS-fanfictions and just a pet project of mine as I finalize it's content and publish first chaps of my sequel by November, that's all.

Notice: Semi-smut Content Later Half.

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In the horizon, thick plumes of black smoke rose, swirling and intermingling with the rhythmic splashing waves of the sea and the salty air. The scent of spent gunpowder charges from the barrels, the sweat of sailors in the heat of bombardment, and the literal oppressive heat from the sun persist on the deck at 30 degrees.

At the southern waters of Parpaldia, the 1st Imperial Parpaldian Fleet had their guns blazing, their silhouettes and intense plumes of smoke from their stacks standing on opposite against the smoky sky of a certain burning city.

B-boom!

The deafening roar of a single twin 290mm gun reverberated through the air, the shockwave rippling across the water. Its deadly payload arced high, momentarily silhouetted against the hazy sun, before descending with unrestrained destruction. The city of Le Brias was engulfed in flames, the fire consuming buildings and lives alike. This was a punitive force, a show of strength to the world, demonstrating how a third civilization superpower would not tolerate the slightest provocation in their backyard.

Altaras was the chosen target, not due to arrogance or hostility, but as an example for all who might challenge Parpaldia's dominance. It was a display of their ego, devoid of strategic or tactical reasoning — just a brutal message. Four Parpaldian pre-dreadnoughts, three unprotected cruisers, fourteen steam frigates, and eighteen brigantines unleashed relentless volleys upon the helpless capital city of Altaras.

The scene was one of utter devastation — utter madness.

Flames flickered in the sky, turning it a sickly reddish orange as dark plumes of smoke billowed upwards. The cries of the city's inhabitants were drowned out by the continuous barrage of cannon fire. The sea itself seemed to tremble every time a gun was fired, waves crashing against the hulls of the mighty warships in a rhythmic tone to the sailors' ears.

As the bombardment continued, the city of Le Brias, once touted as the jewel of the east, crumbled. The majestic jade spires and golden walls that had stood for centuries now lay in ruins, reduced to smoldering rubble.

Aboard the Imperator-class pre-dreadnought IPN Esthirant of Parpaldia, the ship rivaled the Muish La Kasami-class dreadnoughts in size, stretching 147 meters in length and weighing over 18,000 tons fully loaded. Armed with two twin 290mm Rutherford Heavy Works naval cannons, four single Doric Template (DT) 203mm turrets, four DT dual-purpose 75mm turreted cannons, and countless 50mm and 75mm casement mounts throughout its body, the Esthirant was one of the most powerful battleships in the east. Eight Leiforian 8.8mm machine guns atop the ship provided anti-air capacity, though these were rarely mounted due to their costly expense and the perceived invincibility of their wyvern superiority. With the Imperial Armored Wyvern Carriers Force ensuring aerial dominance. Thus, final last ditch anti-aircraft defense was mostly relegated to the dual-purpose 75mm turreted cannons with time-fused shells of the battleship, and the cruiser escorts equipped with dedicated anti-air capabilities.