Reincarnated with the Country System

The sky over Rafa was bleeding.

Crimson cracks split the heavens like shattered glass, oozing a thick, black ichor that hissed as it struck the ground. The air smelled of burnt copper and rotting meat—a stench so thick it clung to the back of the throat.

Somewhere in the distance, a building collapsed with a thunderous KRRRSSHHH, its steel skeleton groaning as it folded in on itself. The streets were rivers of panic—screaming civilians, overturned cars, the relentless DAKKA-DAKKA-DAKKA of machine gun fire as the military tried to hold the line.

....

Lyra's boots splashed through a puddle of something that wasn't water. Blood. Oil. Maybe both. Her Imperial mage corps uniform was torn at the shoulder, her gloves slick with sweat and grime. At her side, Milanda—her spirit fox familiar—bared her teeth, her nine tails flickering like blue flame.

"Left!" Milanda yipped, her voice a sharp, ethereal whisper.

Lyra spun, her arcane pistol barking CRACK-THOOOM as a bolt of searing light punched through the skull of a raptor-beast—a thing of jagged bone and too many joints, its maw dripping with saliva that sizzled on the pavement. It collapsed, twitching, its limbs spasming like a broken marionette.

"Keep moving!" Lyra snarled, grabbing a soot-streaked child by the arm and shoving them toward an evacuation transport. The kid didn't cry. They just stared, hollow-eyed, at the nightmare unfolding around them.

Another raptor lunged from an alley—SKREEEEE!—its talons scraping concrete. Milanda pounced, her form blurring into azure fire as she tore out the creature's throat with phantom fangs. Black blood sprayed, evaporating into acrid smoke before it even hit the ground.

Lyra didn't pause to admire the kill. She keyed her comm-bead, her voice raw. "East District's gone! Fall back to the inner walls—NOW!"

Static. Then a garbled reply: "Copy—falling ba—SHIT! CONTACT FRONT—"

The line died in a burst of screams and wet, tearing sounds.

Lyra swallowed hard. "Fuck."

.......

The Exo-Knights.

They weren't soldiers.

They were machines of war.

Clad in towering mechanized suits of ceramite and arcane alloy, they waded into the horde like titans of legend. Their plasma greatswords hummed—SHIIING—cleaving through monsters with contemptuous ease. Rocket pods on their shoulders hissed—FOOM-FOOM-FOOM—turning swarms into charred meat.

The Knight-Captain roared over the vox as his rotary cannon spun up—WHIIIR-CLACK-CLACK-CLACK!—shredding a pack of screeching horrors into paste. "FOR THE EMPEROR! FOR BERNARD!"

His knights echoed the cry, their suits' hydraulic muscles hissing as they crushed, burned, and slaughtered.

But even they couldn't hold forever.

A behemoth emerged from the smoke—a grotesque fusion of flesh and armor, its body studded with screaming faces. It swung a claw the size of a tank, and an Exo-Knight exploded—his suit detonating in a fireball that lit up the street.

The Captain didn't hesitate. He charged, his sword blazing.

"DIE, YOU FUCKING ABOMINATION!"

The impact shook the ground.

★

IN'THERAK hovered above the shattered remains of the Bernard Empire's 4th Air Division, its fractured wings casting jagged shadows across the burning earth. The air stank of scorched metal and charred flesh, the wreckage of MiG-21s strewn like broken toys. It inhaled deeply, savoring the chaos.

"Pathetic."

Its voice was a blade dragged across stone, grating and wet, as if something inside its throat was rotting.

"You send toys against a god."

Below, the last surviving pilot crawled from his ruined cockpit, his flight suit drenched in hydraulic fluid and blood. He looked up—just in time to see IN'THERAK's gaze lock onto him.

"Run," it whispered.

The man screamed. His legs gave out. He didn't even make it three steps before his body unraveled—flesh splitting like overripe fruit, bones snapping like dry twigs. His remains painted the ground in a wet, crimson smear.

IN'THERAK exhaled, satisfaction curling through its stolen veins.

This was power.

Not the petty squabbles of mortals, not the whispered schemes of the other Eldest Evils. True dominion. The kind that left empires as dust and gods as corpses.

But it wasn't here for slaughter. Not yet.

It needed the keys.

Its head tilted, obsidian eyes scanning the horizon.

Then—

A sound.

Deep. Resonant. A hum that vibrated through the air like the growl of a waking leviathan.

IN'THERAK turned.

★★★

Alberto's knuckles whitened around the command rail as the Stormbreaker's engines roared to life.

The bridge was a symphony of chaos—officers barking orders, screens flashing crimson alerts, the air thick with the ozone stench of charged capacitors.

"Status!" Alberto snarled.

"Primary ignition sequence engaged, Your Majesty," snapped Commander Vi, her fingers flying across the holographic display. "Helios Drive at 98% saturation. Railgun arrays primed. Point-defense lasers online."

Alberto's teeth ground together. "Where's my fucking shot?"

"Target locked," growled the Tactical Officer. "But, sir—"

"But what?"

"That thing just ate a squadron of MiGs like they were snacks. You sure we're not just pissing it off?"

Alberto's smile was a razor. "Oh, we're pissing it off. But we're doing it with this."

He slammed his palm onto the activation console.

The Stormbreaker's spine unfolded.

__________________★★★.

The Oblivion Cannon.

This is the main weapon of the Stormbreaker.

It is a hybrid singularity-plasma railgun, designed to harness the destructive potential of a collapsing star and fire it as a directed-energy weapon. It doesn't just destroy targets—it unmakes them at a subatomic level.

Key Components:

Helios Drive (Power Source):

A stabilized micro-singularity (a dead star's core) acts as the battery.

Siphons energy from ambient sources (solar radiation, kinetic impact, even magical residue).

Output: Roughly 4.2 petajoules per shot (equivalent to a 1-megaton nuke, but hyper-focused).

Singularity Core (Conversion Chamber):

Compresses raw energy into degenerate plasma.

Magnetic containment fields prevent the ship (and crew) from being vaporized during charging.

Railgun Array (Delivery System):

Twelve electromagnetic accelerator rings line the Stormbreaker's spine.

Fires the plasma bolt at 0.03% lightspeed (~89,000 m/s).

Effective range: 1,200 kilometers (before plasma dispersion degrades the beam).

The result?

A sun-killing spear capable of glassing a city in one shot.

And Alberto was aiming it at IN'THERAK's smug face.

__________★★★

"Fire."

The word left Alberto's lips like a death sentence.

The Stormbreaker shuddered.

For a heartbeat—silence.

Then—

BOOM.

The recoil nearly knocked the ship out of the sky. The Oblivion Cannon's discharge was a white-hot scar across reality, a grand beam. The air screamed as it was torn apart, the shockwave flattening trees for miles.

IN'THERAK had exactly 0.2 seconds to react.

It laughed.

Then the beam hit.

....

Impact.

The world turned white.