Very Wrong Reincarnation: Isekai with Game Nation

Vol. 3 Chapter 23

By the time I heard the report, three divisions of men and assets were gone. The loss was confirmed, no confusion, no delay. It was complete. I stood in my office, looking at the situation reports, and something about it felt familiar. Not the details, but the pattern.

“Every time Valur is in danger, something appears and attacks everything,” I said. “First it was a demon. Now it’s a machine. Should we remove the name Valur entirely? At this rate, the next time someone invades us, we might see a god descend.”

No one laughed. The room stayed quiet as officers gathered around the table.

“The air force?” I asked.

Brandon, Marshal of the Air Force, answered immediately. “Aircraft are conducting surgical airstrikes. Bombers are operating at high altitude. The target has the ability to engage at significant height. We’ve lost thirty aircraft so far. Close-range engagement has been postponed.”

He paused, then continued. “Bombers are using stepped descent patterns, releasing large-caliber rockets. They’re acting like airborne multiple rocket systems to probe its defenses. So far, nothing indicates advanced countermeasures strong enough to fully negate damage.”

He pointed to the images. “We’ve damaged two of its legs through combined rocket and bombing runs. It is repairing itself on the ground.”

I looked at him. “Course of action?”

Nathan stepped forward before Brandon could respond. “General Jamsheed has already redeployed five divisions. Militia and guard units are being used to hold occupied areas. Regular forces are consolidating and preparing for a large-scale offensive. This will be coordinated with the air force. Ballistic missile units are in position and awaiting authorization.”

The room shifted slightly as the weight of that statement settled.

I spoke again. “Do we need nuclear weapons?”

Brandon answered without hesitation. “No, Mr. President. Not at this stage. Admiral Nicolas has secured the nuclear arsenal in the Gulf of Nephritis. The strike group is monitoring the situation but has not been given any order to deploy nuclear weapons.”

He continued, steady and direct. “Conventional forces are still effective. The target is taking damage. Until that changes, we recommend avoiding nuclear deployment. Using them would contaminate the mainland and complicate long-term control.”

There was no argument. The logic was clear.

“That should do,” I said.

The meeting ended shortly after. Officers left the room one by one, carrying orders and reports. The door closed, and the noise faded.

I remained at my desk, looking at the photographs.

The machine stood there in the images. Multi-legged. Massive, taller than anything we had built. Its silhouette was alien, not just in design but in purpose. It didn’t look like something made for war in a normal sense. It looked like something made to erase.

I leaned back slightly.

“I already have enough on my hands,” I said quietly. “Conquering this world. Managing a defensive action against another world in the same system. Dealing with that goddess.”

I looked again at the image.

“And now this.”

I had no answers as I remained silent.
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The Cignus 153rd Mechanized Battalion maintained position while their artillery units continued pouring fire onto the massive spider-like machine. Spotters watched closely through optics, tracking every movement. “Look at those legs,” one of them said, focusing on the thick armored limbs as explosions struck repeatedly. Fire and smoke covered the target, but it remained visible through gaps in the barrage. “Are those repair units?” another spotter asked, noticing smaller moving parts crawling along the damaged sections.