Reincarnated with the Country System

[Nation: Bernard Empire]

Stability: 68% (Rebuilding)

Public Morale: Cautiously Optimistic

Treasury: 207,089,094 SC (Low Reserves)

Threat Level: Elevated (Hive Activity Detected)

[City of Rafa – Post-Reconstruction]

✔ Defenses:

Celestial Aegis Shield (99.9% Uptime)

Hyperion Defense Array (Auto-Targeting Online)

Void Anchors (Spatial Lock Engaged)

✔ Infrastructure:

Quantum-Reinforced Walls

Underground Bunkers (500K Capacity)

Skyway Transit Network (Operational)

⚠ Critical Shortages:

Military Manpower (Replenishing – 65% Capacity)

Resource Imbalance (Colonial Exploitation Required)

SC Reserves Depleted (Emergency Measures Needed)

Alberto stood atop the newly reinforced balcony of Versailles Palace, his fingers drumming against the obsidian railing.

Prime Minister Elizabeth stepped beside him.

"Your Majesty, the colonial governors are protesting the increased resource quotas."

Alberto didn't turn. "Let them."

"They're threatening secession."

Now, he smirked. "Then they'll learn why I don't make empty threats."

A new System Notification flickered before him.

⚡ SYSTEM RECOMMENDATION ⚡

Issue: Colonial Resistance Detected

Solution: Project Iron Fist

1️⃣ Deploy Shadow Operatives – Eliminate dissident leaders (Cost: 20M SC)

2️⃣ Activate Titan Siege Engines – Crush rebel strongholds (Cost: 150M SC)

3️⃣ Economic Strangulation – Blockade trade until compliance (Cost: 5M SC)

Alberto's Choice?

He selected Option 1—precision over brutality. For now.

[Shadow Operatives Deployed: 5 Squads]

[Estimated Completion: 12 Hours]

Elizabeth exhaled. "And if they still refuse?"

Alberto's gaze darkened. "Then we use the Titans."

"We're also hemorrhaging SC, Your Majesty. The reconstruction drained us. If we don't replenish soon, we'll face systemic collapse."

SYSTEM RECOMMENDATION

1️⃣ Raise Taxes (Brutal Efficiency) – Immediate funds, but risk rebellion.

2️⃣ Expand Colonial Exploitation (Long-Term Gain) – Slower, but sustainable.

3️⃣ Dungeon Core Harvesting (High Risk, High Reward) – Send teams into monster-infested ruins to extract raw SC.

Alberto's fingers twitched. "Dungeon Cores."

System Panel: Military Deployment

[New Mission: Dungeon Core Extraction]

Location: Belly Valley Ruins (Former Hive Nest)

Team Composition:

50 Exo-Knights (Cybernetic Shock Troops)

10 ISSD Super Soldiers (Elite Operatives)

Rewards:

Estimated SC Yield: 500M–1B

Potential Artifacts: ???

Risk Assessment: Extreme (87% Casualty Projection)

Alberto authorized it.

It cost a lot of SC to build the city. So now he was very happy to get such a mission. Also, he had to clear these dungeons as they were a threat to his people. But now he was happy that after clearing them he would be able to collect more SC and artifacts. Which would be very useful.

Final System Update

[Rafa – 24 Hours Post-Reconstruction]

✔ Economy Stabilizing

✔ Defenses Operational

⚠ Morale Anomaly Detected (Summoned Citizens: Behavioral Drift Observed)

[New Quest: Secure the Empire's Future]

Replenish SC Reserves (0/1B)

Crush Colonial Resistance (0/3 Leaders Eliminated)

Investigate Hive Queen Movements (New Belly Activity Detected)

Alberto cracked his knuckles.

"Time to get to work."

♦♦♦

The Exo-Knights stood in disciplined silence—fifty cybernetic shock troops, each towering over seven feet, encased in warplate, neural augments humming (bzzt-humm) with barely-contained potential.

Among them stood ten figures in black carapace armor, marked with the ISSD sigil—elite super soldiers, each one worth a battalion in combat.

One of them, Lieutenant Helena Rourke, exhaled through her rebreather (hissss). "This thing wiped out an entire fireteam of ISSD specialists," she said, unimpressed. "I don't like being sent to clean up someone else's failure."

Beside her, Sergeant Abel, another ISSD veteran, checked his weapon (chk-chk), a plasma rifle built to punch through anything short of divine flesh. "We'll do it right this time."

From the Exo-Knight ranks, a member finally spoke. "Extermination is a certainty," he intoned, his voice a deep, metallic growl (static-crackle) through the warplate's vocal modulator. "The enemy is beneath us. The enemy is afraid."

Kain's pale blue cybernetic eye flickered (whirr). "Let's hope you're right."

Belly Valley Dungeon

The drop into the dungeon was silent. Tactical rappels, no excess noise. The Exo-Knights landed first (thump-thump-thump), weapons primed—Hyperkinetic Gauss Rifles, each round a dense ferric slug accelerated to near-relativistic speeds. ISSD followed, their carapace armor whisper-quiet (shff-shff) despite its weight.

The walls pulsed, wet and alive (slosh-gurgle). Bioluminescent veins illuminated the organic tunnels in a sickly blue glow.

Kain clicked his comm (click). "Confirming positions. Helmets tight, filters on. This air is toxic."

Rourke moved ahead, scanning with a hand-held sensor (beep-beep). "Movement. Four o'clock."

The first Ghoul lunged from the dark (snarl-hiss).

An Exo-Knight's servo-enhanced reflexes outpaced it. His Gauss Rifle bucked once (THWUMP). The slug entered center mass, exited through the spine, and exploded the creature's thorax into pulp (splatter).

No one reacted. No wasted words.

They pushed forward.

The swarm arrived without warning.

Dozens of Hiveborn erupted from the walls (crack-CRASH), moving at impossible speeds—multilimbed horrors with obsidian exoskeletons, serrated mandibles snapping (clack-clack), acidic saliva dripping (sizzle-hiss).

The Exo-Knights opened fire with surgical precision—plasma bursts (VWOOOM-VWOOOM) turning the first wave into shattered carcasses. ISSD operatives switched to hypervelocity flechette rounds (BRRRT-BRRRT), shredding chitin and rupturing internal organs.

A Stalker-Class leaped from above (whoosh), its talons aimed for an Exo-Knight's throat. The Knight pivoted (WHIRR-CLANK), hydraulic servos screeching, and caught it mid-air. A single, crushing grip (CRACK) snapped its spine like dry twigs.

Another dodged a swipe (swish), countering with a point-blank plasma shot (VWOOOM). The creature disintegrated (shriekkk).

They moved forward.

The tunnel opened into a chamber—vast and thrumming (thud-thud-thud), pulsating walls dripping with black fluid (drip...drip...drip).

Then something moved in the dark (skitter-skitter).

A new form stepped into view—Berserker-Class Chimera.

Bipedal. Nearly four meters tall. A hybrid of Hiveborn and human genetic material, fused in ways that defied logic. Its mouth split open (wet-rip), revealing human teeth inside a chitinous maw.

It spoke.

"Not prey. Not food. Warriors." (guttural-growl)

Silence.

Then it charged (BOOM-BOOM-BOOM).

An Exo-Knight died instantly (CRUNCH), body crushed beneath its first blow. The second Knight took the brunt of a strike (CLANG), plating buckling but holding, as hydraulic muscles kicked into overdrive (WHIRR-HISS).

The thing didn't slow.

Plasma fire seared its hide (VWOOOM-VWOOOM), but it regenerated in real time (sizzle-snap), molten flesh knitting together in seconds.

"FALL BACK!" Kain roared.

The Berserker grabbed another Knight (SNAP), ripping the helmet off, revealing the cybernetic skull beneath. It bit down (CRUNCH), crushing the metal like wet paper.

It took twelve direct Gauss rounds (THWUMP-THWUMP-THWUMP) to drop it. Even then, it twitched (tkk-tkk-tkk) for a full minute before finally going still.