It's been two days since the Orc invasion of New Guinea. While humanity claimed victory, they paid a steep price as nearly five hundred men and women had lost their lives in defense of the Motherland against the Green Tide.

In the aftermath, much was learned from the battle with the Orc Horde.

First, there were the ethereal threats. Without the intervention of the Elven Queen’s magic, the newly-formed Omega-191 unit would have faced certain doom, and the necromancer that had possessed one of their own, without the Queen's aid, that menace could have been a new problem. Now, the entire government is focused on developing countermeasures to permanently neutralize such threats.

Despite their improvements in surveillance systems, they proved woefully inadequate during the invasion, as the Orcs had somehow disrupted them, slipping past unnoticed and leaving the defenders blind. The need to advance technology, one that can resist even these disruptive spells, has become critical, though such progress will take time.

Furthermore, the use of teleportation spells also poses a grave threat. It was this very magic that enabled the Orcs to launch their invasion undetected. The government has since begun working with scientists and elven magical experts to solve this problem and create jamming systems capable of preventing such spells from being cast on their soil.

However, no significant progress has been made on either front.

In response to the growing threat of necromancy, the government introduced a Mandatory Cremation Policy. To prevent the dead from being exploited by future necromancers, all deceased must be cremated. Additionally, they are racing to locate the remains of those lost during the last Demon Invasion to safeguard them from being reanimated.

After witnessing the battle with Riley's team and the inhabitants of this world, they noticed that their conventional bombs, shells, and munitions are not consistently killing enemies due to their passive magic shields. They urgently need to develop weapons that can more effectively pierce these defenses more efficiently, without relying on advanced armaments.

Fortunately, the newly invented Magic Rifles were the closest ones, but they have shown limitations. While they are effective against lower or mid-tier enemies, they have difficulty penetrating against higher-level threats above Level 7, particularly those above them, like the powerful Transcendents.

These magic barriers are proving to be a major issue. During the Tempest Scions’ recent mission against the necromancer, even the latest magitech guns were rendered useless by these spells. As a result, the government has shifted focus and invested more time and resources into research for long-term solutions to break through these shields.

On a positive note, scientists have made significant advancements in magical technology. Exosuits, such as the MK-I Armor, have been introduced, but their greatest achievement so far is the possession of magic rings capable of storing anything in a small pocket dimension. These rings allow a single soldier to carry enough ammunition and weapons to equip an entire small army, resolving logistical challenges that have plagued military operations for generations.

However, there remains a major problem with these Spatial Rings, which is that they require Spatial Magic to create, which is an extremely rare magic attribute even in the standards of the Third Civilization Zone. Neither the scientists nor the elves in their custody possess the necessary magic or resources to produce more.

The only viable option to acquire additional rings is through the markets in the Free Trade City of Aquarius. As a result, Riley and his team, the most experienced Special Operatives in that city, are scheduled to return there in the coming days.

Speaking about Special Operatives, it has now been two months since the nuclear submarines carrying the other teams arrived at their designated locations.

They’ve been continously, without fail, establishing information networks across the kingdoms.

Though there were some problems that arose, the most significant occurred in the land of the Mermen. The special operations team deployed there was forced to evacuate, as they lacked the advantage in the ocean, where the Mermen dominated. Although the Mermen have a nation above the water as well, the terrain was too unfavorable for the operatives to maintain their position, so they retreated with haste.

Luckily to them, the Mermen never detected their presence, nor did they spot the nuclear submarine hiding in the ocean depths. Had the operatives remained there, they would be discovered too early, which could have compromised their mission.

Following their retreat, they were reassigned to assist the team in the Kingdom of High Tarxa, increasing the number of soldiers which effectively reinforced the forces stationed there. Conveniently, High Tarxa is the closest nation to the Austronesian People's Empire, making their presence even more strategic.

The Austronesian People's Empire responded swiftly to Floria Melian Shelberry's call for assistance, and in doing so, they undertook a thorough intelligence-gathering mission on her nation. Special operations officers are tasked with documenting weak points, political dynamics, and all sorts of things, so they will have a thorough understanding of how their society works and its various customs, traditions and cultures that exist.

This in-depth knowledge will be critical when the time comes to implement the reforms agreed upon by Floria Melian Shelberry and the Empire's government.

These reforms are designed to be introduced with care to make sure that Melian can enforce them smoothly. The goal is to ease the commoners, particularly the enslaved population, into accepting these changes and minimizing resistance.

The Austronesian government, along with its Emperor, has no desire to establish a colony. Instead, they seek a mutually beneficial partnership with Melian's nation. However, the Empire has naturally become the more dominant party in this relationship. Nevertheless, both nations are expected to be treated as equals, as long as the promised reforms are faithfully executed.

A key point of the Empire's policy is its restriction on the sale of modern weaponry. The Emperor has imposed a ban on selling any technology less than eighty years old. As a result, the only weapons made available to Melian’s nation will be outdated firearms, particularly bolt-action rifles from the Austronesians' great war.

Similarly, old obsolete warfare tactics, especially those effective in trench combat, will be taught to any human resistance group or Melian's human forces, which she planned to include in her military once she reclaimed her throne.

While the Austronesians will manufacture tanks and aircraft for Melian, these will be heavily downgraded versions, similar in strength to the tanks of the Great War in the Austronesian world. This limitation will remain in place until Melian's nation is fully pacified and the reforms have taken root. Even after that, restrictions will only be slightly loosened, reducing the technology gap to fifty years, meaning World War II-era weapons will eventually be made available for sale.

To facilitate this strategy, a specialized military industry will be established for the production of obsolete equipment. This will allow the Empire to sell older weapons at exorbitant prices to other nations aligned with them or part of mutual benefit treaties. Allies will receive discounts, though the weapons will remain expensive regardless.

The Austronesian People's Empire has imposed strict measures on the distribution of sensitive information and technology, especially regarding nuclear energy, rocket propulsion, and jet engines. These technologies are forbidden from being shared with the outside world, and any breach of this mandate will be met with swift and severe punishment.

The Imperial Secret Police, tasked with guarding these secrets, have been empowered to execute anyone caught selling such information.

The reach of the Empire's intelligence apparatus is extensive. Both the Intelligence Division of the Austronesian Constabulary and the Imperial Secret Police are to not be underestimated for they are present in every aspect of daily life within the Empire. Their eyes and ears leave little room for dissent to make sure that the Empire’s hegemony remains unchallenged.

This dominance, however, is framed as a mission to bring lasting peace to a chaotic world. The Empire envisions a future where the right and the left wings unite, where both conflicting ideals are harmonized for the collective good. It seeks to foster unity by finding common ground, believing that humanity’s advancement depends on cooperation, even between opposing ideals.

However, these aspirations are to be held in reserve until the Empire recovers from its current state, and when the Empire regains its strength, the old, barbaric ways of this world will be shattered and reformed.

No longer will the Austronesians be the powerless victims, cowering before great powers. Instead, they will become the shield that defends humanity and the weak.

Arms will be distributed, and revolutionary ideas will spread, igniting change.

In time, the Austronesian People's Empire aims to become the centerpiece of a new world order, leading a reborn Internationale.

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Kingdom of High Tarxa, New Tarxa, High Elven Ville, Tarxan Palace

1st Year of God, Wednesday, 4th Week, Month Of Abraham

The palace of High Tarxa stood tall above all else in the city of High Elven Ville, a symbol of its rulers’ . Within the grand throne room, Acheron, the ruler of the kingdom, sat upon his throne while surrounded by women of different races, which mostly seemed to be sex slaves were on the arms and knees of Acheron.

Almost every part of Acheron’s body was buried in the breast of women, feeling warm as the man’s hands casually roamed, squeezing and fondling them from time to time as he cast lustful glances at the others in the room with perverted eyes.

It was the pinnacle of shamelessness to harass women in front of the public, but such debauchery was not shocking here as it was nothing but a common thing.

In this world, inferiors and slaves were objects to be used, which their only purpose was to serve and submit. Even their basic sustenance was given solely to prevent rebellion. Sex slaves, however, were treated slightly better than the rest, as they needed to keep the beauty of their bodies in prime condition to make sure their appearance remained pleasing for their masters to enjoy at will.

Despite the degrading acts forced upon them, the transfer of magical bloodlines was not a concern for the elite. Simply engaging in intercourse with inferiors did not pass on magical power, unless specific rituals were performed. Without these rituals, any offspring born from such unions would be manaless, powerless, and doomed to the same fate as their parents.

Here, the concept of race or national identity was irrelevant as magic was the only mark of superiority.

Even among elves, some were regarded as inferiors as a result of generations born without magic. These people were treated as nothing more than "water buckets," a derogatory term for vessels used to relieve the sexual frustrations of the magically powerful.

For those with magic, there were ways to prevent conception altogether, spells known as [Contraceptive Magic].

When this magic was first introduced, Melian had banned its use. But despite her decree, people secretly practiced it. At first, they believed Melian’s ban was driven by her conservative side. But over time, they learned a deeper, more terrifying truth when they used [Contraceptive Magic].

And it's that it could invoke the wrath of the Goddess of Life and Fertility, causing anyone to experience tremendous pain on both of their bodies, their private parts, and their souls to those who dared, not even the Goddess Rasera could intervene to stop her punishment.

As a result, many women of magic wouldn't dare to use the spell, unless… of course, if they are masochists.

And even then, there was little societal consequence for those who conceived through these liaisons. So long as the magical elite did not acknowledge the children as their own, the offspring were relegated to the ranks of the inferiors, unnoticed and uncared for by society or religious authorities.

To the magically superior, the inferiors should be grateful for such encounters. To be used by someone with magic was seen as the highest honor the powerless could ever receive, a twisted belief that upheld the caste-like structure of their world.

Panning back to the perverted king.

"Report!"

A knight in shining armor, stepped forward to deliver his news.

"Your Majesty, the attacks by the Magic Beasts at the borders are escalating. The army is requesting additional funds and manpower to reinforce our defenses. Additionally, movements from neighboring kingdoms' armies have become more frequent, as if they are preparing for something. Our intelligence is limited, as we’ve lost more than half of our navy. I recommend expanding our naval forces to better monitor the seas, as an invasion from the water could stretch our army beyond its limits." The knight finished.

King Acheron, alarmed by the possibility of being invaded, immediately took action.

"Very well. We shall increase the amount of budget and allocate more resources to both the army and the navy. We are in a very tight spot at the moment, largely thanks to that bitch Melian, who destroyed almost our entire navy with her in the depths of the ocean."

At the mention of Melian, the various ministers and soldiers around the room erupted into a chorus of curses and vile insults with vulgar words, cursing the name of Melian.

"That bitch!"

"Traitorous scum!"

“That slut!”

"Curse her name!"

“That homophobic fuck!”

“...Woman.”

“Tha-”

"Silence!"

Acheron’s command cut through the air, and the room immediately fell into an uneasy hush, stopping their murmurs and kept silent under the presence of their king, who's piercing gaze swept across the chamber and quelled any further outbursts.

"Now, ministers, your reports, and be fast about it!" he ordered, feeling his patience wearing thin, while increasing the time of fondling the breasts of the woman and sometimes touching them down below.

As the ministers scrambled to organize their updates, Acheron was getting horny and horny as his mind was clearly elsewhere, consumed by thoughts far removed from the weighty matters of the kingdom.

The business of the court continued, but it was clear the king’s focus was drifting, eager to finish the meeting.

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Kingdom of High Tarxa, New Tarxa, High Elven Ville, In A Forest, Austronesian Military Encampment In The Forest.

1st Year of God, Tuesday, 1st Week, Month Of Jacob

It was now the Month of Jacob, or "April" in the original calendar, and the special operations soldiers had successfully established their forward operating bases, carefully concealed within the natural environment. Some of these bases were situated deep in the forests, where even the most ferocious monsters roamed.

Though seemingly reckless, their positioning was strategic as they have discovered a substance that rendered them invisible to the Magic Beasts' sense of smell and curbed the creatures' aggression.

This allowed them to hide seamlessly within the dangerous wilderness.

Meanwhile, other units set up their bases underground. However, all teams knew they would soon need to relocate as their information networks were fully established.

To facilitate communication across various nations, Floria Melian Shelberry, the exiled Queen of High Tarxa, provided them with a comprehensive guide to the world's common languages.

Even before moving into their designed countries, every soldier was required to study these texts diligently. Once they had attained a basic level of fluency, they were dispatched to their designated countries. Nevertheless, continuous study was mandatory, and they ensured that large shipments of books accompanied their equipment to maintain and improve their language skills.

In addition, to keep contact with the Empire, the special operations officers strategically placed communication devices throughout the nations where their agents were stationed. These devices were hidden with great care, allowing the informants to maintain a direct line with the Empire. Should any attempt be made to tamper with the communicators, they were designed to self-destruct to prevent their technology from leaking to the outside world.

With this network in place, the downtrodden members of each nation, the so-called "inferiors", eagerly collaborated upon realizing that all hope for them is not lost and gave the Empire vital intelligence. Treated as little more than dog shit by their rulers, these individuals used their low status to their advantage and passed on classified information undetected.

To speed up the flow of intelligence, some informants made a daredevil move by moving communication devices closer to their homes in the cities and disguised them among common household items. Because the devices emitted no magical signature, they remained undetectable to local authorities as it was all made by the Empire’s scientists who had developed the technology purely through human effort.

To further avoid any suspicion, the inferiors never gathered near the locations of the communicator devices. Regardless of how strange these devices seemed, they placed absolute trust in them, and in the unknown people on the other side.

At first, there were a lot of doubts about the communicator devices. However, once they used them without being discovered by the authorities, their confidence grew, and with each successful exchange, they became more assured and gradually reached the point where reliance on these devices became second nature.

Establishing contact with the inferiors had been surprisingly easy. The inhabitants of these lands were terrified by the appearance of the special operations officers and their unfamiliar manner of speech. But desperation spoke louder than fear. Tired of living under the heel of the magically superior, constantly abused and oppressed, the inferiors saw an opportunity for change. It ignited a spark of hope, a small flame of rebellion in their hearts.

However, how long could this secrecy last? With each passing day, more people became aware of the existence of the mysterious individuals and their devices. It seemed only a matter of time before someone with different intentions would betray the operation for personal gain.

Certainly the time is near.

"Mission report complete!" a soldier stated before the communicator device.

After delivering his report, the soldier quickly left the area where the communicator device was, while being mindful of maintaining the utmost discretion. Outside, his superior officer greeted him. The soldier, named Max, snapped to attention, saluting the higher-ranking officer, who returned the salute.

"Max, how's the report?" his commander asked.

"Just the usual, sir. Everything's going smoothly. The number of informants is growing unbelievably fast. But honestly, I'm starting to worry. It feels like something could go wrong any day now," Max replied.

The commander showed a slightly perplexed expression, but he quickly masked it in front of the lower rank soldier by calming his nerves. After all, panic from a leader could undermine the morale of the entire squad, and the commander was keenly aware of this.

"Understood. We need to strengthen our perimeter even more, and make sure our disguised environment remains impenetrable to both the Magic Beasts and the locals. I want everything as stable as possible," the commander ordered.

Max saluted back towards his superior in affirmation and promptly moved to work back to his duties in the field.

Whenever the special operations soldiers distribute the communicator devices, they would immediately leave their forward operating bases to make sure that their positions remained concealed and uncompromised.

Maintaining this delicate balance of secrecy was critical to the success of the mission.

Just then, not far from their base, a lone injured man was moving through the dense forest. He had been walking for hours, desperately searching for the place where he had seen the men in green disappear into. To his despair, he wasn't able to find any of them. Yet, on the following morning, just as the first light crept over the horizon, he stumbled upon something unusual, which is a fishing net, camouflaged with leaves.

His heart leaped with hope. The net appeared to be concealing something, perhaps an entrance. Ignoring his pain, he began to remove the net and pushed through despite the sharp ache in his wounded body. Calm and determined, he crept behind the cover and cautiously moved deeper.

Halfway through, he suddenly felt a sharp tap on his forehead. Startled, he instinctively reached up to touch the spot. Before he could react further, someone spoke, which shocked him and freezed him in place, sweating in fear. He looked up and saw a black rod, expertly camouflaged within the leaves, aimed directly at his head.

More voices followed, speaking in a language he didn’t recognize.

Despite the fear that now gripped him, he realized he might have found the people he was searching for.

"I-I apologize, my benefactors," he stammered, trembling with fear, "But I came here with an urgent message."

The foreign voices continued to murmur, growing louder and more numerous, speaking in a language the man had not known or known in his life.

The special operations soldiers, alerted that their base had been compromised, moved swiftly to the site of the disturbance. To their relief, they discovered it was only a human, and heavily injured. Still, they couldn’t afford any risks.

"Leave at once," one of them ordered sternly, while their weapons were trained on him.

But the man pleaded and dropped to his knees. "Please, I beg you. I have an urgent message!"

After a tense exchange, the soldiers relented. They judged that, given his condition and the remote location, there was little immediate threat. The nearest town was hundreds of kilometers away, giving them enough time to relocate if necessary. With this in mind, they decided to hear the man out.

Before allowing him to speak, they showed him some hospitality. They gave him water and food, which the man devoured eagerly. To his astonishment, the meal was unlike anything he had ever tasted such a rich and nourished meal, which is far beyond what he had expected. He drank deeply from the water they offered, feeling life return to his weakened body.

Grateful for the unexpected kindness, he was ready to share his message, hoping it was worth the risk he had taken to find them.

After the man finished eating, the soldiers treated his injuries by administering first aid with a level of efficiency and equipment the man had never seen such things to exist. He had initially assumed that these mysterious benefactors must possess powerful magic, but now, doubts were beginning to form into his mind. How could they hope to defeat an enemy so vast and potent without the use of magic? Still, he had witnessed enough miracles in his lifetime to place his faith in them, despite his uncertainty.

Once his wounds were bandaged, the man began recounting his story to the special operations soldiers. He revealed that the authorities had discovered the communicator devices, and when they attempted to tamper with one, it exploded, killing an officer and injuring several others.

This angered the authorities and retaliated by massacring the populace wherever the devices were found. The man was only able to escape, though not without sustaining grave injuries, and now begged the soldiers for help.

"I beg of you. Please, save my family and my people." He pleaded, having high expectations and was hopeful of a positive answer, but it all came falling down onto him.

"I’m sorry, but we cannot. Our mission is to gather intelligence on our enemies, not to intervene in your conflict. Not yet."

The man’s face paled, feeling his hopes shattering before his eyes, and tears started to form in his eyes as he spoke in despair.

"I am sorry... this is the only way to save my family and my people in the village."

“What do you…?”

Before the soldier speak, the man pulled a small crystal from his pocket and crushed it in his hand. Immediately, a powerful pulse of energy radiated through the air that everybody could feel, which sent a wave of alarm through the soldiers as they had felt it, and were enraged at the man.

"You... you compromised our location?!!" one soldier shouted furiously.

The commander’s hand went instinctively to his gun, drawing it and aimed it at the man in rage. "You fool! Do you know what you’ve done!?"

But before he could fire, one of his men intervened. "Commander, don’t! We knew this risk was bound to happen. We need to evacuate now!"

The commander hesitated as he clenched his jaw in frustration. But he nodded with a sour look on his face and lowered his weapon.

Just then, a magic circle began to materialize beside them. The soldiers, their training kicking in, quickly recognized the threat.

"Enemy ambush!" the commander shouted and snapped back into command. "Get your guns, armed yourselves, and prepare to intercept the enemies!"

The special operations team scrambled into position, moving away from the circle as they focused their armaments towards the encampment itself, ready to defend their post.