Very Wrong Reincarnation: Isekai with Game Nation

Vol. 3 Chapter 15

The horror of nuclear attack had struck Belgrade, and nothing could stop it from spreading. Sarajevo was still intact, and Tito happened to be there on business before the missile hit the capital. He was on his way back when the explosion happened. The prophecy Cecily and Lisa gave Oliver had miscalculated the time zones by half a day. They saw Tito would arrive in Belgrade that morning, so they predicted the strike around that time. But the time zones between Dalvat and Belgrade differed slightly, and the missile was fired hit at night — before Tito arrived. Whether that was luck or misfortune, no one could tell.

Belgrade was destroyed. “Half the city turned to ruins. The blast hit at night when most people were home. Estimates said around 90,000 were dead, up to 300,000 were wounded or irradiated, and more than 100,000 were missing, presumed dead or trapped.” Tito’s escort officer said so while lighting a cigarette, standing near Tito, who had been airlifted to a bunker far from the city. The heart of Yugoslavia was now burning under radioactive ash.

By law and by politics, Belgrade was the center of the nation — but now it was half gone and would soon be abandoned out of fear of another strike. Radiation levels were already climbing. The place would turn into a wasteland hostile to life.

Tito sat inside the bunker, his face pale. “Where’s my people?” he asked, looking at his generals and officials.

They exchanged uncertain looks before one replied. “Half of the Assembly was still in session when it hit. We assume they’re gone. We’re still gathering survivors and confirming who’s alive.”

Tito’s hand trembled. “This is an American attack?”

“We don’t have confirmation,” said one officer, “but based on reports, F-14 fighters and modern escorts were sighted off the coast. They intercepted our anti-ship missiles earlier. We think we’re facing a modern military — most likely the Americans who were sent here the same way we were.”

“Curses,” Tito muttered. Yugoslavia had been a defensive, heavily industrialized country — not aggressive, but capable of fairly large-scale warfare by the definition of their size. Against Sanctium, an older and weaker power, they had dominated easily. Yugoslavia’s technology and experience gave them the upper hand. But that advantage was gone now. The Americans had arrived, bringing technology and power far beyond anything the Yugoslavia could match.

Or maybe so with Intel still they're stuck with. They never heard rumors, not even proper guesses — that may say another transferred nation might be using American-style weapons. The officers didn’t know. The lack of clear information was frightening in itself.

Another report came in. “Preliminary analysis shows the weapon might be a cruise missile or submarine-launched missile of unknown design,” an intelligence officer said. “Something advanced. Nothing in our information matches it.”

Before Tito could respond, another messenger ran into the bunker, breathing heavily. “Comrade Marshal!”

Tito frowned. “What now?”

“Reports from Macedonia and Kosovo,” the messenger said quickly. “Their local administrations have declared plans to secede. Many units there are abandoning posts since the nuclear strike. The news is spreading fast — less than two days after the attack, and the panic is growing... And another.”

Tito’s expression hardened. “Another one?” he said sharply.

The messenger nodded nervously. “Yes, sir. There’s more. Our logistics base and port in occupied Dalvat were bombed by naval guns from the enemy fleet that attacked our northern region. At least ten thousand casualties. Furthermore, Sanctium and American forces have pushed our armies in northern and eastern Dalvat into retreat. Over fifteen thousand troops are encircled and cut off — likely to be destroyed or surrender soon.”