Very Wrong Reincarnation: Isekai with Game Nation

Vol. 2 Chapter 15

“They say what?” I repeated, staring out over the deck of the Monsoon as we approached the Anubia Peninsula. The territory—a small piece of land poking out from Valur—was basically an exclave of theirs, though we snatched it in the peace process after we discovered oil here. 

With roughly 300,000 people spread across four cities, seven towns, and countless villages, Anubia was the only heavily industrialized zone in Cignus outside of the mainland. 

Leo stood beside me, looking visibly uneasy. I gave him an incredulous glance. “We’ve got an entire armada of battleships and heavy cruisers on our tail, and no one realized it?” 

“They’re approximately 700 kilometers behind us, Mr. President,” he replied awkwardly. “And it seems they didn’t pursue further. They’re headed toward the Antalia Pass, which is between our territory and Valur’s. Valur even sent us a request for confirmation to see if the fleet was ours. Which confused us, until, our aerial training groups and the garrison forces at the Aralia Archipelago picked up an unusual clutter on their radars. At first, they thought it was a bunch of flying monsters. But when they scrambled to intercept, they discovered they were biplanes.” 

“Biplanes, huh?” I muttered. 

The thoughts gnawed at me. This was true machine civilization. Norvoga hadn’t even developed engines small enough for heavier-than-air machines. Sure, their capital hosted fluvial parades with balloons and airships I heard, but aircraft? Nothing. Their air force relied on wyverns and oversized falcons. 

“Sanctium,” I said under my breath. “Why are they coming toward our borders?” 

Those Westerners were far away—very far. I’d heard they planned to head to Marjorie, but I obliterated that place, leaving them no choice but to turn back to their country some 40,000 kilometers-ish away. But this? Why come here? An uncharted, isolated piece of land practically unknown to the world. Were they confident they could survive, especially with their outdated WWII-level tech? 

“The Anubia Air Force Command that are in direct control of Aralia garrison forces is asking permission to contact them,” Leo informed me. 

“Why are they asking me?” I snapped. “It’s their job to deal with intruding forces. Though—wait—they haven’t technically entered our borders yet, right?” 

“No, sir. They’re anchored about 30 kilometers from our territorial boundary,” Leo clarified. “They seem to know exactly where the line is. But we can’t send up fighters, either. Most of the aircraft stationed at Aralia are from the training wing—underpowered, first-gen Flanker variants. They can’t even carry bombs heavier than 100 kilograms. That entire fleet has them spooked.” 

“And our shore batteries?” I asked. 

“Only 100mm guns,” Leo admitted. “None can reach the fleet, let alone threaten them. Aralia was never designed for serious defense—it’s historically just been for military training and houses a small community of fishing villages and loggers. The area has vast, varied terrain perfect for exercises, but it’s not equipped to handle a full-scale naval assault. Even if the enemy fleet is outdated by 80 years, it’s still a fleet of battleships and carriers.” 

"We should have brought M777 howitzers as defense units—or perhaps some Smerch systems in the area. Do we have jets or the latest versions of the F/A-1 Falcon or A-2 Flanker here?" I asked, my frustration evident. 

Leo shook his head. “Anubia has six active F-20s for ADIZ coverage in the southwest of the country and reconnaissance purposes, but they’re lightly armed. There are also some F-5s and A-4 Skyhawks stationed in the Federal State of Valdosta. But none of them are equipped with anti-ship missiles. In fact, Anubia doesn’t have missile systems at all. We never considered the possibility of dealing with anything beyond wooden-hull ships or outdated ironclad steamers. Machine guns on our Flankers are more than enough to shred wooden decks. This? This is far beyond what we anticipated.”