《The Orkian War》


 The Reaper has Arrived

    Chapter One - The Reaper has Arrived


    I came out of my portal and into the real world in my hotel room in kiev. My good mood shattered as I hear sirens and explosions. Damn, the orks were a few days ahead of nato''s predictions. More sirens were activated and realize the attack must just started. Then I recieved a report from Maria about the surprise ork attack and ask if I was alright.


    I replied to wipe away her concern and open the curtains and told Maria I was going to check on my friend. With a blink spell, I was outside without the need to bust through the windows and was flying towards my friend''s house. I frown, because I see smoke in his neighborhood.


    Then my divine sense pick up more incoming missiles, and with qi blasts I obliterated all the missiles within divine sense range. I continue to destroy missiles as I flash through the air towards my friends house with concern. I do not make many real world friends, but a brother in arms in my time the mercenaries is different.


    After seeing the crater that my friend house use to be, I became enraged and put on underworld security plasmetal battle armor and pulled out a my version of a pulse rifle with magic ammo. While doing so, I notice my friends family were still in what was left of their bedrooms. I hope they died in their sleep as I gave a quick prayer for the dead.


    I began my ramapage, two of the three micro missile launchers in my backpack took out aircraft with ease. While the third launcher was set on auto defense mode that intercepted incoming missiles. I was downing helocopters and jets as fast as the micro missiles could be magically created. I use a prototype pulse rifle on the ork troops on the ground. Flying over where my divine sense pick up groups of ork maurading, giving priority to saving civilians.


    The pulse rifle is what he colonial marines used in movie aliens. I liked the over all compact design with the built in grenade launcher. I have been tinkering with the design for a while now, and currently in it''s mark three development. Dress up in black plasmetal, it was a sleeker and had a one piece look to it. After all, the light armor piercing, explosive caseless bullets and grenades are magic ammoed for my personal use. I had sent a copy to my people to see if they can develop it further and cant wait to see what they do with it.


    After tearing through the invading orks for the day north of kyiv, I heard the orks was taking the east side of the dnipro.  With my battlecam linke to a newly made The Reaper has Arrived fancam account, I did not want the world to know who I am, roleplaying a mandalorian with ease. So I pulled out an anti gravity board to skim over the waves and made across in a couple minutes to join in on the counter attack.


    It''s underworld corporation newest product, using the cheapest three hundred pound anti gravity crystals and wind magic. The anti gravity board was created and became a delightful new toy for kids to play with. I had a layer to measure the weight of the user and slow down appropriately for little kids. Sure made a ton of parents happy with that restriction layer. Wizards can easily control the anti gravity board, or gravboard by popular vote, while normal humans need to use a hand held controller.


    But is rather slow at max speed for adult at twenty miles per hour. However, for adults, they get up to five meters above the ground giving buyers a nice above ground view that people are starting to love. The gravboard comes in different sized, with the largest can comfortable hold a pair of riders. Girls loved it right away and started posing with their boyfriend''s gravboard stream became extremely popular. For safety, I add an adherence layer that causing the users to stick to the board the faster and higher they go.


    Though I can see some these supposely boyfriends can not act worth shit. Come on guys, can you try to even roleplay with your girlfriend?  I shook my head at the boys poor acting skills on some of the streams.


    It became so popular, many people began using them to get to work on nice weather days. New building began offering gravboard landing bay on the second floor as many people in management also enjoy the great view. All underworld trades towers already have the landing bay above the front doors.


    Hired workstaff were given gravboards as an employment reward. On sunny days, they can use them to get to work. Since all employee are given five star rooms from major hotels that sprang up around each trade tower. Because of the luxury, I got a lot of flak, especially from geeks in the world for hiding alien tech. Since magical inscriptions was undecipherable by current magical means.


    Just for that insult, I let the beta testers and my new people have the exclusive rights for a half year before finally relenting for underworld mass sales. There were of course a few robbery attempts, but with transit fields, my people was able to wisk my employees away to safely and drop in a combat team to deal with robbers and seal their souls into soul cages for used with soul restriction techniques.


    These captured soul main purpose is to control warpuppets, with magical slave seal crest, the installed soul have no choice but to obey. With my brainwashing restriction, I permanently deletely all useless memories and turn them into loyal souls with background of being artificial intelligence rather than soul of the once living. I install a military lifestyle memory into them, and were told after military service with honorable discharge. They will have earn citizenship and given biomechanical humanoid bodies.


    My destructiveness arrives as my backpack micro missile tore apart orkian vehicles as I hit them from the unexpectedly flanking beach side. My sudden appearance demoralized the orks as I help cut off the vanguard and began pushing them back north. Yesterday my fancam account The Reaper has Arrived exploded into the world scene and all wonder who has this person fighting in ukraine on the very first hour of the ork invasion.


    Especially when the world saw me take out two alligators with my backpack micro missile launcher seen though my own helmet hud display. The world, especially the militaries, watch in fascination of the unexpected first person view of the new war. The world basically saw what I saw from my helmet, including high tech hud display showing friendly and ork targets. After all, I had a battle computer living in my helmet, helping me acquire targets and more importantly avoid killing friendly ukrainians. My night vision was nearly as good as day, without that nasty green resolution, got to love restrictions.


    All day long, I was roleplaying macgyver as I would take destroyed equipment to build warpuppets and sent them on their merry and often a blood drench path northward. I was using the souls of ork officers to pilot the monstrousity I created. They took a beating and kept on ticking, until the orks learn to blow them to pieces with costly concentrated fire.


    I''m just glad no one understand soul techniques, otherwise I probabilly get some heat from varius entitled people around the world who think they know a thing about ethics. But cultivators have always used souls, and simply put, once the soul technique is destroyed, they soul are able to leave and enter the reincarnation cycle. So basically, soul techniques just delay their reincarntion for a term of service.


    From my point of view, I see nothing wrong using a soul to do some good before setting them free. Though I know some cultivators who would seal souls away out of spite and horde them for their entire lives. I suppose their fear of an enemy reincarnating and coming back to hunt them is a bit paranoid, but hey, some cultivators are like that. Not too different from mortal dictators way of thinking. Besides, not like anyone can see the soul techniques that I mask with magical aura and gestures.


    The more warpuppets I build, the more extravagant they become. I had first started using a couple tanks and armored vehicles.  But over time, the warpuppets evolved into big ass monster tanks as I was fusing together dozens of tanks and armored vehicles into more advance engines of war. My first warpuppets only lasted a few hours before being destroyed by mass fire. That only made my want to make bigger and badder warpuppets, after all, no creator would like to see the creations destroyed.


    With the growing number of destroyed orkish vehicles available, I was using four or more destroyed vehicles for make each new monstrous warpuppet. So I needed a way to anchor them into one body. Using the melted metal mass of three tanks for the body so I could house a couple of turrets and as many machine guns I could load on it for anti infantry defense. Even if the orks take down it''s shields, they found their current anti tank munitions could barely put a dent it''s newly thicken armor.


    Since I dont need crew compartment, ammo and fuel storage, nor a engine. As I made everything run with magical restrictions. I had actually used a good portion of the melted tanks to fill in the the now empty hulls. Allowing me to fully protect the magical restrictions deep inside the now solid warpuppet, as direct hits now cause little damage. As long as the restrictions are protected three hundred and sixt degrees by a meter thick of armor, the orks are forced to destroy every last turret and machine gun to stop the warpuppet from firing on them.


    To offset the weight, I install enough anti gravity crystals to allow the metal monster to move at a decent clip of twenty six miles per hour. Allowing my monsterous warpuppet to manuever with surprising speed and agility for it''s size. I even extended a thick slanting skirt plating to protect the treads from enemy flanking fire. I create a pointed plow in front that dug away mines and set them off or push them safely to the sides.


    Like a mini real ogre, it lumber though the invading orks with terrifying effectiveness that took almost everything the orks had to bring it down after half a day of trying. The net results was one mini ogre for the the invading orks. Six aircraft, four helicopters, and twenty nine armored vehicles for the ogre. Plus nearly a thousand orish infantry, but when armor fights, who counts infantry?


    Though in reality, the orks had taken out all the turrets and machine guns, so the mini ogre over runned or rammed anything it could catch before finally it''s treads have all been destroyed. After that, the mini ogre self destruct layer promptly erased the magical inscriptions into magical and qi fallout. Not taking any chances someone might figure something out.


    Once it was confirm the orks were in full retreat on the eastern side of the dnipor, I cross back to the west side of the dnipor the next morning and continue my revenge kick. Eventually my thought turn to making a real ogre, the mini had been an experiment to scratch an itch and did not last very long charging forward. It was a complete wreck, they heard they spent a hour of artillery bombardment after the ogre stopped moving to make sure it was dead.


    That itch, like a mosquito bite, burn the next day and got me thinking of improvements for a few day until I had to build something. I had fought my way north earning quite a reputation on my new fancam account. Even earning a growing number of ukrainian followers who lives I saved or simply fans of my warpuppets.


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    So I ask them to haul in as many orkish wrecks they could lay their hands on so I could try building a giant warpuppet. The world spread like wildfire, soon any available military vehicles were towing orkish junk from all over. Even farmers with trackers were in on the action as well as local tow trucks. Even teenagers arrive with four or more civilian four by fours hooked up to drag a single orkian vehicle to be part of the action.


    All day and all night, orkish junk piled up as ukrainian curiosity skyrocketed as they wanted to know what a full size ogre looked like! So I got to work fusing nine tanks for movement, using the nine more tanks to form a new plateform to house all the armanent I plan on installing. I melted twenty infantry vehicles to fill in and glue all the tanks together to form one solid piece.


    I staggered the nine turrets like a battleship, so they could shoot above the forward turrets. I even set the three central turrets even higher to shoot over the side turrets. Then I place as many machine guns I could all around the turrets, even putting a pair for flak guns for anti air defense. As an after thought, I install micro missile launches on each side for anti air and counterbattery fire.


    Finally I place a barrier to protect kiev the first. The standard quick changing maze defense layer, not that I think there is anyone in the world able to hack into the restriction. But considering the randomness of abilities of the evolved, they might be someone with the ability to hack into anything. So better be safe than sorry. With nine power layers, the orks is going to have a tough time bringing down the barrier.


    I was learning fast how to fused scrapped orkish vehicles, and turning it into something terrifying on the battlefield. With the large graveyard of orkish vehicles north of kyiv, I finally had enough materials to build a twelve thousand ton ogre. With the eighteen tanks used as a foundation, I melted ten tanks for additional armor, and of course glueing all the tanks together to form one monstrous war puppet.


    The warpuppets and mini ogre were just small experimental models that range from eighty to a couple hundred tons. But the new kyiv ogre was the first true metal beast of mass destruction. With it''s heavy armor and shields, the orks sitting in their long ass convoys had a really bad day. On the other hand, my friendly ukrainian followers were having a field day. I had taught them how to hook up a portable fuel cell generator to orkish vehicles.


    As the kyiv ogre sent orks running as it swept through an ork convoy blowing up any vehicles attempting to escape. Once the orks realize that, they abandoned their vehicles and fled on foot. By the time the ork high command took action, several miles of the convoy had been hot wired and hijacked. The world laughed at my antics, but their militaries began to realize I was not someone to triffle with.


    Well at least the ukrainian people supported my efforts by one hundred percent. After all, I was killing more orks than an several entire battalions could. Besides, the madman antics afterwards was more than a good laugh. I was on a time table, three months until I break though to stage seven. Plus, people are going to find out who I was, the mysterious magical inscriptor from the states.


    At least my peer group see me as someone awesome, so I gave "I dared my generation of battle fiends to make a splash like I did. You all practice at home, safe in your battle arenas. As you can see, I am beyond that, I will dedicate three months of my life to avenge my ukrainian friend and his family. If you the guts, then come over to ukraine grab some limelight if you can." I showed a pic of a crater that used to be my ukrainian friend''s house to instill my reason for revenge.


    I continued with "If we ever meet in ukraine, maybe we can become friends. Or at least acquainted and acknowledge as true peers among our generation. I still got a lot of tricks to use that will wow the world. I want to see if there is any of my generation can wow the world too!"


    I showed them my official kill count exceeding ten thousand just from my battlecam video evidence alone. "Look a this!" Then I zoomed in on the evolved kill count at sixteen. As the creator, I was awarded the kills. Destroying the kyiv ogre cost the ork evolved soldiers dearly. Three cubic meters of high explosives is more than enough to take out many orkian evolved. The amount of explosives inside a micro missile void storage.


    Only the really tough ones, I had to step in and use qi blades to finish them off. I was surprise they kept coming after me after I wasted fifty of them. I guess the bounty for building the kiev ogre was really worth in for them to die for. With my bodycrafting of peak tier five, not much could really hurt me. With this world magic system, I heavily specialized in enchantments that include barriers.


    So I had covered my bases with strong magical and physical defenses that not many evolved could punch through and actually damage me.  I used qi techniques as my basic trump cards, as visiting the orient a few time, I realize I was the only one above tier fouth in cultivation. All the ancient martial artist know the basics and still struggling to reach stage five. Not to mention their qi knowledge is rudimentary at best.


    Because of the world qi being only late tier three, it is a wonder that a few manage to get to stage four. But even a few ancient trying for stage five is simply a staggering amount of persistance. I had visited these ancients and gave them pointers, a pile of tier four and five resources. Even gave them cleansing pill to restart their aging bodies a little. With so much impurities inside their bodies, it is a wonder they still try cultivate.


    At first they were not happy, but I did not even care if they listen to me or not. I just really pity them, with such a pitiful low world qi. Trying to get to stage five was kind of sort of amazing to me. Stubborn old geezers, but I respected their dedication, despite the heavy handicap. I suppose roasting them upon arrival was a bit too much.


    The rant usual entails, wasted your life just to try to reach stage five? Are you stupid? Stage five is nothing since elders are stage six, what the point wasting your life just to get to stage five? The only thing stage five gives you is a decently healthy body and twenty five extra years to you lifespan. You want to live twenty five more years in that decrepidly old body? Is there even a brain in there? You wasted your life so you can be consider a senior brother? Not really what I would use my life for.


    Look at me, someone with actually talent for cultivating. I am mid stage six and fifteen years of age. I have three centuries to enjoy currently, but I know I can breakthough to stage seven. I suggest you stop cultivating full time and do it as a hobby. Go get to know your grand kids. The grumpy old fools all message me a big thanks, getting to know their grand kids was better time spent than cultivating to stage five.


    One morning I find myself walking past a burnt out small factory, it steel smoke stack leaning toward the orkian lines. That gave me pause as a smile crept up my face as I promptly head over to the smoke stack. It was still straight and rather big, like a meter of so wide. So I refined the entire smoke stack to strengthen it durability and add some nifty heavy mortar restrictions I had created during my service in the american army.


    It was not that hard to modify the mortar restriction to fit the massive smoke stack launcher I created. I decided that a three ton shell was in order and pulled out all the resources I had stored away to make it happen. Blueprinted the high explosive shell and installed it to my smoke stack launcher. I had melted and fused scrap metal to create a solid base that can be towed. After that, I put in a one year self destruct restriction to ensure this monstrous mortar did not fall into wrong hands.


    My new toy was old fashion, a bunch of steel tubes bolted and welded on the outside to make the smooth bore, three story smoke stack. I set up a remote restriction panel controller, sat back and had a picnic from safe distance of a mile away. With satalite imaging, I began destroying orkian assets fifty miles away with three ton magic mortar shells. The down side is that I purposely use only one power layer so it took about fifteen minutes to generated a three ton shell.


    So after my second shot, I hand it over to my ukrainian friends to play with as I head out to join the hunt for orkian evolved. Maybe if I am lucky I get to fight another bounty hunter team. I was at peak stage six at this point and can feel the barrier to stage seven close enough to bite into. But I knew from experience that it is roughly still a few months away. So I''ll take my revenge until I need to go to closed door to make a break through. The ukainian high command was told of my time limit, but of course did not no the reason other than it was personal.


    My ukrainian followers are a safe distance away following the destructive wake of Kiev the first, collecting trophies of useable armored vehicles to help arm ukraine. I had taught them how to install a portal fuel cell generator to orkish tanks and vehicles. I also gave everyone a spray can, so with one swipe completed cover any z symbols with the ukrainian colors.


    My possie then trained the hundred of others what to do, I was stealing two thirds of the orkian vehicles. Since the kyiv ogre was ordered to destroy every third vehicle to scare the crews to flee on foot. My merry band of ukrainians drove away laughing the asses off with everyone driving away with their own vehicle or tank. A derby of blue and yellow vehicles dashing at best speeds for the staging area I set up to display my loot.


    I also happen to invite a number military officials to wait for my arrival, of course I made sure to have live coverage with normal high rez cameras along with restriction cameras for my people to view. It was your standard ukrainian field complete of orkish defilement, but at least I had the craters bulldozed flat. I also use my divine sense to make sure there was no mines left behind. I also set up a giant illusionary barrier so the orks did not know what was happening and safe guard the guests.


    Plus, I had one of my people showcase the new pulsar assault rife secretly for the first time to keep them entertained. Having a bunch of high ranking officers taking turns shooting through the three hundred rounds clip and nine rounds for grenades made their day. Waiting for me for hours was worth playing with underworld''s new toy. They can not wait to ask me when will it go on sale as more staff officers come in to take a turn with my new toy.


    So when the first stolen painted vehicle showed up, it was a delightful surprise as the driver got out and got and yells "My first trophy!" Then another vehicle pulls in follow by another, then a whole line formed of blue and yellow vehicles. The drivers parks the vehicles in designated areas, dividing the tanks from the infantry vehicles.


    It soon turn into a celebrating as I roll in with t-ninty as the last one in. After all, I wanted to see the orks destroy kyiv''s ogre. Then I avenge my first ogre by shooting down all the surviving aircraft from my packback micro missile launcher and my modified ssw4.


    The mob of officers stood dumbfounded at loot I acquired that day. I jest that I will sell for each vehicles true worth and sold them for half price. They were happy to take that, but laugh and doing the american "Psych!" And gave them to the ukrainian army for free, minus what my friendly followers needed.


    So back to the smoke stack, I refined the entire steel tube to strengthen it''s durability. I even melted down several destroyed armored vehicles and coated the outside of the barrel with five inches of armor.  The refinement ended up going up to late tier four as I add a few cheap spiritual ores to the mix. With titanium armor being peak tier three. I figure five inch thick barrel with a foot thick base would be more than enough to handle the launch blast. Then I place an armor enchantment to make it even more durable.


    Then I add a nifty heavy mortar restriction I had created during my service in the american army. It was not that hard to modify the mortar restriction to fit the massive smoke stack launcher I created. I decided that a three ton shell was in order and pulled out all the resources I had stored away to make it happen. Blueprinted the high explosive shell and installed it to my smoke stack launcher. I had melted and fused scrap metal to create a solid wheeled base that can be towed. After that, I put in a standard three year self destruct restriction layer to ensure this monstrous mortar did not fall into wrong hands.


    My new toy was old fashion, a bunch of steel tubes bolted and welded on the outside to make the smooth bore, three story smoke stack. I set up a remote restriction panel controller, sat back and had a picnic from safe distance of a mile away, as I did not want to be near it when the explosive concussion goes off to launch it''s three ton payload. With satalite imaging, I began destroying orkian assets fifty miles away with magic mortar shells. The down side is that I purposely use only one power layer so it took about ten minutes to generated a new three ton shell.


    So after my second shot, I hand it over to my ukrainian friends to play with as I head out to join the hunt for orkian evolved in the area. Maybe if I am lucky I get to fight another bounty hunter team. I was at peak stage six at this point and can feel the barrier to stage seven close enough to bite into. But I knew from experience that it is roughly still a few months away. So I''ll take my revenge until I need to go to closed door to make a break through. The ukrainian high command was told of my time limit, but of course did not give the reason other than it was personal.

 Chapter Two - What The Eff Was That

    With a stealth restriction, my nightime activities were always interesting.  One time I snuck on to a orkian base deep behind the their frontlines by hitching a ride on an empty supply truck.  It was a few hours before dawn and I see the orkian cooks preparing breakfast.  So I thought a bit and remember reading starship troopers about a talking bomb.


    So I pull a large demolition charge for destroying bunkers and place a voice restriction to countdown loudly in orkian from nine to one.  It cheerly goes "This is a nine second bomb!" once the mess hall was near capacity.  I put in a stealth restriction camera to watch the startled orks that froze at that sudden announcement.


    When it cheerly continues "This is a eight second bomb!"  All hell broke loose as orks rush for the doors.  But unfortuneately for them, the bomb activated a prison barrier over the entire mess hall.  As the orks pour out of the mess hall they found themselves trapped by a barrier one meter from the mess hall walls. They scream and pound at the barrier as they hear the bomb counting down their demise.


    Orks outside the barrier watch in growing horror as they hear the bomb counting down and fled in terror.  The resulting boom vaporized the mess hall and damage the surrounding buildings.  My fancam went viral in two means, people like the ukrainian who celebrated my kill.  While those who condemn me for playing with orks before killing them.  Blame Heinlein, not me. lol


    Those who read starship trooper gave me the thumbs up on my fancam account saying it was the funniest thing ever.  I had talked about it on my fancam before deploying the bomb in the empty mess hall.  Many of my fans thought it was a great tribute to Heinlein book, beside we were all curious to see how a room full of orks would respond to a talking bomb.  They pretty much did the same thing as the aliens in the book.  Though I added a one way invisible prison barrier as my version to the talking bomb.


    One of my civilian products was spray skin instead of bandages.  Any wound can be seal in with an bio degradable second skin that can be remove by alchohol.  The spray skin comes in a variety of colors, allowing people to choose their favorite color for personal expression.  When the war in ukraine started, I sent ten thousand three ounce emergency spray skin bottles for the medics and frontline troops.


    Each bottle is more than enough to seal at least ten bullet wounds, by instantly stopping the bleeding, many lives were saved.  Ukrainian medics called the spray skin second life, as they can even stop the bleeding of amputated limbs.  By using a single bottle of spray skin, they can seal an entire amputated leg and stop the bleeding, giving soldiers and civilians extra time to get medical attention.


    I heard the orks were looting any can of spray skin they can find, after all using tampons to plug their wounds is just not right.


    Next came the Reaper hives that soon became the worst nightmare for orkian troops at night.  These babies deploy three hundred small foot tall humanoid drones armed with double scything arms.  They travel in small hunting packs of ten and attack sleeping orks with their enchanted mono edged arms.  When defeated they detonate, showering fragment for five meter radius. When damage, they seek something to destroy, like depots and vehicles.


    The western media quickly nickname them kamakazi chuckies as dying ork battlecams finally captured the newest terror the orks were recently dying in droves at night.  Each command chucky, having decided western media had a good nickname, had a their own battlecam.  If it gets destroyed, the hive can switch to any survivior of the squad and assume control of the squad. If the command battlecam was still broadcasting, the new command chucky will retrieve the magnetic battlecam and stick it on their heads. Which means the limit of a portable hive is thirty command units.


    Fortuneately for the world, I do not sell drone hives.  The thought of a terrorist deploying a drone hive is enough to want to slap the people who ask for them.  To me, they are just toys I thought up while fighting the orks.  Of course, I knew my people will research the bloody things and look forward what they come up with in the future.  It''s not like my people enjoy killing, my past lives had instill my people the desire to research and improve anything they see.


    They have a special habit of improving my toys, since I often create them at the spur of the moment.  They lack refinement as a weapon, so my people feel the need to turn my makeshift toys into professional looking ones.  Along with varius improvements they thought needed to make them more efficent.  Drone hives became a special favorite, as many battle computers were more than willing to design their own killer drones to fill the hive''s void space with their own version of deadly toys.


    After watching the clone wars, they adapted a version of the buzz droid for a space defense hive.  They look like armored four armed tentacle mechanical squids.  Obvious liking the matrix design over the star wars one.  One arm had a mono edge saw, one had a laser cutter, and two manipulating claw arms.  They were design to take apart enemy fighters and well as infiltrate ships and damage it from within.  Of course, they can detonate their self destruct device with three cubic meters for high explosives in their void space to avoid capture and destrpu whatever part of the starship they happen to be in.


    My people were enjoying the make believe worlds of science fiction and fantasy writers around the world, and making reality some of the make believe technology.  They certainly love mixing a matching techs to see what fusions can be developed.  Especially to see if any symbiotic effect can be attained and researched for improvements.  Typical battle computers mentality of constantly improving what they see.  I do not blame them, I behave the same way except I am far more picky on what I spend my time tinkering with.


    I had to abandon nato''s gifted mwap and pulled out six greymetal warskiffs so the I can take my ukrainian posse of over two hundred followers and become a mechanized unit.  The captured ork stuff keep breaking down, besides they were so slow.  Plus the growning number of technicals as the fame of following me grew out of proportion.  Since I handed out greymetal tech to the western nations for starship hulls, building underworld warmachines out of greymetal seem a natural path to exploit for more money.


    I may be a kid to most, but I know limited quantities sell for sky high prices.  Plus I was not exactly keen on arming the world with underworld partial nuke resistant warmachines.  Besides, watching the stolen orkian armor being slowly outnumbered by ukrainian technicals just did not sit well with me.  So I continue to order more warskiffs to allow my growing ukrainian followers a safe vehicle to follow me in.  Of course, one of the main reasons was I would no longer be tied down by ground vehicles.  They anti gravity warskiffs allow me to fly from one battlefront to next in record saving time.


    The western nations were jelly of ukraine''s monopoly of one underworld factory.  They had to contend with each other for the second factory''s production.  I laughed, I had plenty of factories, just did not want the world to know what my true capacity was.  So when I announce a third factory was being construction, they threw parties in response.


    With their extendable shields, camping at night was a safe bet.  With popup missile turrets providing counter battery fire to ensure a good happy night''s rest.  The terrifying whistling death the orks were afraid of, lulled my followers to sleep, as each whistling launch meant another ork artillery was destroyed.  Camping in a war torn countryside with warskiffs was a luxury my ukrainian friends never expected.


    Ukrainian high command pleaded for my warskiffs, but I refused since warskiffs are underworld security vehicles.  But I relented with magically inscripting any western infantry vehicle they send to underworld towers.  The americans promptly delivered their bradleys to underworld trade towers for magical inscriptions.  The underworld trade towers used transit gates to send the bradleys to the warsaw trade tower.  Then nato drivers drove them to ukraine.


    Of course, the newest bradleys off the production line also were sent for magical inscription.  These were sent to nato nations who happily purchase the new bradleys for their own inventories.  These nations in turn sent their older models to underworld trade towers, where they were magical inscripted to be sent to ukraine.


    Because of this american initiative, I raise their trade relations from zero to two, which made the americans happy.  Now they needed one more point to gain trade towers again.  I was no longer angry with my treatment, after all, time flies when living in my subspace.


    I even purchased bradleys from nato nations in order to get ukraine three hundred magically inscripted vehicles as soon as possible.  I offer the price of a new bradley for their older models, so many quickly jump on the offer and had my three hundred inside a week.  Took my people a day on the thirtieth floor to magically inscript all of them.  Then delivered the lot of them through transit gates to warsaw trade tower.  Two days later, they were all serving on the ukrainian frontlines.


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    Ukraine was all too happy find themselves with a excess of magically inscripted bradleys being delivered weekly.  The mobile barriers the new bradleys offered made assaults on orkish positions all too easy.  With the lightning barriers detonating mines, and the barrier protecting from all matter of orkish munitions.  The ukrainian assault units now have an extremely high survivability rate.


    Bradley medic vehicles were equip with a diamond enchanted with a regeneration field.  So any wounded would be able to walk be the time they reach a field hospital.  They only need to rest to recover their blood loss.  Because of this, underworld corporation was a respect by the ukrainian people.  The ukrainian casualties were basically reduce to kill in action, as ninty nine percent of the wounded were toss in the new bradleys or regeneration staff medical facilities for full recovery.  Only a few critically wounded died in transit.


    With the bradley medic vehicles number one hundred to take care of the wounded.  The regeneration staves were given over to hospitals to take of the civilians wounded in the war.  A month later, ukraine only purchase a hand full of regeneration staves allowing the rest of the world to begin purchasing highly desired items.  Since underworld only produces thirty each month, ukraine had monopoly on it since it first came on the market.


    Heartwood staves are easy to magically inscript, but unfortuneately, less durable.  In fact, the staves decay after month of service, eaten from within by the magical energies and turning to dust.  But they were so efficient compare to paying healers for every spell cast on a patient.  Of course I get heat for not producing more regeneration staves for the world to use.  But I simply told them to blame the militaries around the world who want their equipment magically inscripted.


    Ukrainan assault team was hunkering down, having crawled for hours to get into position to assault an ork forward base.  When suddenly several whistling sound could be heard from the left of their position and three explosion rocked the ork base.  One tank and two armored vehicles promptly exploded, lighting up the base to expose a single attacker rushing toward with an assault rifle blazing away.


    The ukrainian squad captain goes "We are witnessing an assault on our target by what appears to be the Ork Slayer.  I am hearing what appears to be the whistling death the orks are gossiping about lately.  The ork slayer is wearing full body black armor and has a magical shield as I see hits on his shield.  The guy is nuts, he just ran into the base firing at will.


    He got some kind of backpack missile launcher, that can hit three targets before auto loading.  He just took out two incoming helicopters and their ammo dump!"  His battlecam showing two smokeless missiles take off in a blur and curve up and slam into the bottom of the both helicopters turning them into burning scrap.


    While a third zipped away then causes a massive explosion as ammunition begin cooking off instantly afterwards causing the ukrainian assault team to duck for cover.  The ukrainians had all rushed foward to help out the lone hero that has been raiding the orks north of kyiv.  No one knows who he is, but his underworld fancam videos have become famous worldwide.


    Especially after building his prototype ogre out of destroyed orkian tanks on the second day of the war.  There are many magic users and evolved on both sides making a name for themselves, but this unknown guy had constructed a fearsome fighting machine out of destroyed orkian tanks had caught the world''s attention.  Especially since, the guy talks about playing an old board game and decided to see if he could make something to honor the game.


    The first prototype ogre was hastily contructed, but had terrorized the orks advance troops that spend an hour to destroy the nightmarish titanic tank.  With popular vote, was as best used of orkian junk north of kyiv.  As the kyiv ogre stumbled upon an ork convoy and single handedly destroying the many of parked vehicles before the orks could combine artillery and air strikes to start damaging the frankenstein tank sprouting turrets and machines guns that shoot in all directions with unlimited magic ammo.


    Orks in the rear began turning around their vehicles and escaping.  While those close to the the ogre, abandoned their vehicles and fled on foot as micro missiles destroyed every third vehicles to cause panic.  I jogged down the line of vehicles from a hundred meters away to record the battle for my people to enjoy.  Some orks tried fighting back at first, but that just catching the attention of a micro missile or a burst of homing bullets.


    Some times I''ll pull out a big gun to fill my vision with big explosions, much to the delight of my subscribers and of course my own people living in my underworld subspace.  I jogged after the kiev ogre watching as my ukrainian friends went about securing abandoned vehicles by vandalizing them with ukrainian colors before driving them away filling the exploding battlefield with their out of place laughter.


    I had taught them how to hook up a portable fuel cell generator to the tanks and armor vehicles so they can drive the out of fuel orkish junk away.  I also gave them bottles of spray paint, with one horizontal swipe, the top nozzle sprays out blue and the bottom nozzle bright yellow.  Perfect and quick way to cover up the stupid Z symbols with a foot tall ukrainian fast dry colors.


    As my ukrainian friends choose the best vehicles to steal first, then my mob of besties claim the rest. Adjacent ukrainian units pour into claim some much needed loot for their own use, as they were invited to pick after my crew was done.  My two company of thieves raced back to camp with the looted vehicles and I drove back in the best ork tank just to lol at the backward tech their tankers had to drive.


    Of course I shot off a few round for fun, but shooting at burning wrecks got boring really fast.  So I drove this piece of junk back to the trophy yard, laughing at the haul.  Word spread quickly of a full field of stolen vehicles donated to the ukrainian cause.  I had sacrified the kyiv ogre for field full of armored vehicles.


    Everyone went overboard and spray painted a complete circle around their vehicle to avoid friendly fire and for the glory of ukraine.  Seeing the entire field of freshly spray painted blue and yellow stripes circling each armored vehicle turned into a morale boosting event.  I had raided one of the endless orkish convoys of it''s vehicles had shocked the world as much as the giant blurry thing on their flat screens television can only display pixilated restriction copies that everyone wanted to know.  Many flocked to their friend who own restriction panels to see the high resolution ogre in all it''s multi turreted glory.


    While the world watch reruns of the pixelated kyiv ogre and wonder what the eff was that.  I psyched out my friendly ukrainians with a field full of trophies as a reward for humoring me.  Priceless faces everywhere, my girls were instantly laughing. Besides, I''m underworld corporate, not selling pieces of junk under my name.


    At first, most of the world thought it was preview of a movie.  A warmachine with so many turrets that it would give godzilla a pause.  But when ukrainian drones began filming the broken monstrousity for the world to see.  Then news crews began showing up to report on remains of kiev the first once the orks retreated back to their borders.


    As civilians watch the reruns, the militaries across the world, with regards to the western nations.  They all sigh with relief, that blurring thing was created on their side.  While the eastern side crying, now we have to fight that thing? Promptly demanding their mages to produce constructs to counter the new threat.  Their wizards, like the rest of the world, have no ideal about spiritual force cultivation and the array techniques that it empowers.


    Retriction panels sales sky rocketed during this time.  Despite the small monthly fee, buyers get everything a normal television would give you.  Plus underworld internet grants youtube access and underworld fancam access.  Streamers around the world found their new favorite toy to access fans around the world.  Not to mention exclusive underworld series that won over millions of real world fans, especially the underworld battle rankings.


    With ninty six races fighting wearing human appearance rings, they put on great evolved battles.  The real world simply could not get enough of underworld battle arenas.  After all, contestants went all out to kill one another.   Since underworld subspace has a resurrection restriction, the defeated simply revive at the nearest spawn zone.  Since the battle arena have their own spawn zone, the defeated can be seen materializing unharmed.


    Rankers of the real world notice this and many of them bought tourist passes in order to fight in underworld rankings.  In the real world, they were forced to hold back to avoid killing their competitors.  So many believe they could have won matches if they were able to go all out.  Seeing the revival system in underworld subspace, ranker from the real world saw the chance to go all out without worry of killing anyone.


    Unfortuneately for the real worlders, my people in live in a dungeon and have fought monsters since they were old enough to hunt.  As such the real world rankers found themselves being slaughter rather quickly.  It took time for them to adapt, and they farmed the dungeon to gain real combat experience and level up.  My people were brutal, they never hold back against these real world newbs.  After all, most had centuries of farming in the dungeon.


    The real world rankers cried foul, as they found themselves being defeated by juniors that were fourteen years or younger.  When an underworld referee informed them that these juniors have been hitting the dungeon as soon as their fifth birthday.  Which meant they could have as much as nine decades of farming experience, more than enough to beat real world rankers.


    With that advice, the real worlders hit the dungeon to level up their combat stats.  Slowly the real worlders began to forge ahead in the rankings, a little bit at a time.  Though some quit, unable to cope with kids beating the stuffing out of them.  But most found excitement advancing in the hardcore underworld battle rankings, where dying is not a problem.

 Chapter Three - Nizhyn the Second

    The next day I found an Tyulpan and promptly destroyed the cabin with a low yield micro missile.  After the short battle, I headed over to inspect the massive two hundred and forty milimeter barrel and slice off the entire mortar, leaving only the breach and barrel.  Then I magically inscripted the varius types of shells available and then turned them into blueprints for a magic ammo restriction.


    Since there is no need for propellant, since I am using high speed wind magic and restrictions to electro magnetically launch the warhead.  Which meant the length of the barrel can be shorten considerable and I slice it just a meter above my head.  Since I was not about to haul all the weight around, I added an anti gravity crystal to levitate the contraption just off the ground.  Before installing into a backpack launcher harness.


    My subscribers were shocked at my crazyly strap on two hundred and forty milimeter mortar.  I spent the morning pounding the ork positions while eating breakfast.  The flump followed by a whistle sound as a mortar round launch from my new backpack toy made the my ukrainian follower laugh with joy.  With it''s nine cubic meters of void containment filled with high explosives made a fireball they could see even with it''s thirty mile range.


    My helmet''s mouth guard can be removed so I can eat my meals, so perfectly keeping my identity a secret.  As many ukrainians had gathered around me to fight by my side by now as fill out three companies of besties and a forth one forming.  Besides I been known to create weapons and after using them, hand it off to an random ukrainian follower to take care of.


    Of course the world understood I was the mysterious magical inscription master from america by now.  Since my hand gun auctions with magic ammo inscription had viraled the world a year ago.  I was the only person who can make the magic ammo inscription, because I had started my battlecam footage from the destroy home of my friend.  My The Reaper has Arrived battlecam account had caught the world''s attention as subscribers sky rocket out of control.


    Of course my battles with orkian magician and evolved became prized viewing entertainment.  Magical battles were the best, high volley magical content was absurdly fun to watch.  As magical duels litterly lay waste to the area surrounding from with magical attacks.  But best of all was when I encounterer an enemy summoner, then I would summon an army of monsters to do battle.


    It''s not everyday the world can see two summoners going all out for each other''s blood.  But it became appearent my smaller army of summoned was more powerful than the mass numbers of my orkian opponent.  I never summon the same army twice, since I appraise my oppenent''s summons and summon a counter from my long list of underworld creatures I''ve hunted and can now use as summons.


    Though I try to use the spiritual beasts armies from all the secret hunting I have done in the spiritual rocky mountains.  I only use creatures of the underworld when I really wanted a shocking battle for my subscribers.  Unlike all the summoners in the world who are mainly elemental base or spiritual beast summoners.  Rarely in history have they saw a war summoner with different armies, after all, most would perfer to develop one combined army of air and land summons to their maximum potential.


    But I was different, with my summoning staff serving mostly as a huge mana bank.  Plus every piece of gear I was wearing also served as a mana bank.  Then add my more advance magical cultivation techniques.  I can basically create any summon I want, be it something I killed, seen, or just plain imagined with my rank three battle magic.  Though, finding horror and science fiction movies an inspiration that can only truely be appreciated by their fans. I thought about making an army of face huggers, but I wonder if the orks even know how scary these things can be.


    I''m catching some of you thinking rank three, that''s low!  Ha, when you consider the weak arkanum earth currently has, it''s basic magical system, their best battle mages are old fogies at early rank two at best.  With only five magical ranks, my rank three spells are definitely eye catching wide area destruction.  With a staggerly mana bank pool to work with, I was spreading the pain into huge area.


    Roleplaying spell casting the best I can to entertain my wives.  Voicing classic spell like Ah na noth rok, or Lina''s dragon slave.  But some of my favorites to voice are Schneider''s demented spells.


    The british people had a field day watching dareks attack the orkian lines one morning.  The dareks were in their old black and white attire of their first appearance with "Do not move or you will be exterminated!"  Of course the stupid orks moved and the dareks unleashed their deathbeams of joy.  Thirty milimeter energy cannon, but since I intentionally made each darek generate limited power.  They can only fire the death beams to simulate bolts of death rather than a continuous beam.


    The destructive beams are short lived and just enough to burn though a tank.  Slicing though a squad of orks was a shocker as I cut loose with my underworld summoning magic to it fullest creative fury.  Of course I keep the darek numbers down to create an illusion I concentrated my magic to create more powerful individual units.


    Such as a science fiction former humanoid atrophied race that likes to exterminate all, while protected inside an armed and armored self contained personal mobile life support unit.  Thank the british for coming up with this race, thumbs up!


    I was all about fanfare, I made sure my summoned armies provide great entertainment value for my underworld restriction panel monthly subcribers.  They can see what I see in my hud display in my helment with crystal clearity. Those who dont conform, have to watch from old screens and get pixelated image of my hud display where the letters are barely visable. Of course they had to wait until someone post a copy first.


    As modern cameras are unable to record a restriction panel''s screen clearly, since I added a restriction layer to make it broadcast on three separate fequencies, with two beyond the range modern cameras could detect.  I did not want the rest of the world seeing for free what my paying restriction panel subscribers were watching on underworld restriction panel devices.  I ran underworld corporation my way, just with limited ties to the real world.  I wanted people to pay to enjoy my toys of my subspace.


    Which of course garner jelly rivals who wanted my tech, as they see it as nothing but future money and lots of it.  It was all protected by my own people, so there is no way they could ever learn unless they became a citizen of my subspace.  Basically, I was not letting these air heads enter my worlds anyways, so I let them all bark to enjoy their form of nonsense.


    Fancams account blossom out of control and streamers flock to the having a camera flying around the to record their lives.  Underworld network uses automatic adult filter that links restriction panel''s owner age.  This means any stream watcher can be set to the owner''s preference.  For example, if set to young master, it would only allow those registered as fifteen to ninteen to watch.


    Of course, people can report anyone they think do not belong, like old people trying to chat with the younger generation channel.  There is also the general channels that set age and up restrictions instead of the peer groups.  This is what most streamers use, as they want a larger audience rather than trying impress their peers.


    One time I decided to summon an army to attack first and see how the orks responded.  Since I was attacking, I decided to go out and created an army with tanker, dps and healers.  Standard roleplay formula for raids, so I decided to use classes from a online game I used to play.  So I created a double line of lancers that carried a heavy shield and lance.  This was followed by a triple line of gunners with their massive floating guns that fired bullets, missiles and energy beams.  That was followed by a row a sorceress that blaze away with assorted spells.  Then a double line of healers to keep the lancers and anyone else alive.


    So when my summoned army appear one morning, the orks did they best to defend, but it was obvious they could not damage the healing lancers.  The gunners opened up and the orkian trenches turn into death traps as they sprayed bullets and missiles until they could charge up their energy cannon.


    The sorceress were the worst with their area effect spells, they turn orkish trenches into infernoes, did not matter if they duck for cover or hide in dugouts.  The firballs suck the oxygen out of their and fire expanded into any open space.  Orks either burned to death of sufficated from the continuous barrage of fireballs.  Or the sorcessess would use icicle storm to pin orks to the ground making them easy prey to the gunners.


    Of course I had scored of drones recording everything, so I recieved alot of heat using girls in an army.  Until world learned they were a summoned army from a game I used to play on steam.  Of course fans of the game laughed their asses off seeing their favorite characters in unmentionable attire.  The orks had no idea how to deal with raid teams and died in great numbers before fleeing.


    My girl army powered through the orkish frontlines until orkian evolved arrived and a real battle began.  Unfortuneately, the girls treated the orkish evolve as boss monsters and took them down like the expert raiders they were.  Still raid teams took losses, and as more orkish evolved arrived, the losses accummulated until finally the summon girls were defeated after killing sixty one orkish evolved.


    The story has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation.The battle had lasted most of the daylight and by all accounts was a grand festival to watch.  As simply put by a fan of the game, it was pure eye candy to watch.  Pretty sure the pervs of the world agreed, but many denounce my army and a heated debate roared across the internet.  My only input was it''s a free world, if you do not like it, then do not watch it.


    I still get heat from making an army from a game world.  Blame the game makers, not me.  Besides I am only fifteen years old, not listening to entitled adults who think they are always right.  Anyways, underworld corporate was it''s own nation, so listening for entitled foreigners was not gonna happen.  If they get too out of hand, I just cut off underworld services and remove my trade tower from nations that object too much.


    Their citizens revolted and demand the naysayers openly repent until underworld services returned.  Got to love fans, they do anything to keep their underworld services.  Though the lynching mobs were getting out of hand, and do my best to restore services before too many people get hanged.  The fact the people get angry enough to kill entitled nobodies surprise me to no end.  I guess underworld internet is just that popular.


    My ukraining followers just laugh their ass off, I aways did things off the book.  Anything that kills orks was fine by them.  If they get to see a bunch of cute asses in panties to boot, morale skyrocked that day.  Besides, when the girls are defeated, they just turn into mana fallout.  After all, like all summons, they are just magical entities created by one''s imagination.


    To the orks I was a demon, as I flow though the battlefield with void stepping and massacring any orks within range.  The orkian high command hated me, every day I massacre hundred of orks on the frontlines in close combat.  While my backpack micro missile launcher destroying anything of military value within thirty miles.  With satalite and recon drone helping with targeting, I made the orks behind the frontlines take heavy causualties.


    I blew up the most expensive items first and work my way down the list my people gave me every time I wake up.  I laugh everytime, because how much it was going to the cost the orks.  I never had to do anything, the battle computer living inside my helmet get all the updates.  Most likely happily calculating most efficient paths to destroy the top ten on the list before they start their engines and make a run for it.


    Since I still have my mercenary id card, I decide to registered my The Reaper has Arrived account so I can collect the bounty for every kill I make.  So my eyes in the sky drones would follow every micro missile until it reaches the target and wait until the smoke clears way for a clean aftermath shoot.  More than enough to get credit for in the mercenary guild.  While another drone would zoom in on the target and get a before detonation shot which can clearing identify the target before it get''s blowned to pieces.


    My mercenary ranking shot to the roof as I became the top mercenary bounty earner in record time.   Of course, a lot of my initial friendly ukrainian followers were from those I worked with while fighting as mercenaries of the american army.  So when they realize I had stuck around despite the year deployment and the rest of the one hundred and first went home.


    I had impressed and made quite a few friends among the ukrainian soldiers.  After a few days of my antics, the ukrainian high command welcome me with open arms.


    My fancam subscribers and the hacked less than stellar video copies transfix the world as I took two hours build to the kyiv ogre and sent it on it''s destructive ways north.  Since the kyiv ogre was destroyed, my mind had gone overtime in thinking of better ways to build an ogre that would honor the old board game.  First thing I learn was orks took out the machine guns with rpgs and then got in close to target the cannon barrels.


    With twenty turret and thirty machine guns fused into the hull shape like the nose of a battlestar.  This time I melted the turret armor off and install the guns inside the ogre with only the tip of the barrels sticking outside.  I made sure that every cannon barrel had a slanted roof made from their turret armor for extra protection from enemy artillery.


    Despite the limited firing arcs, the guns became extremely difficult to destroy, as an armor overhang protects the ball turrets from artillery and top missile attacks.  I also found a destroyed twenty barrel grad launcher and manage to salvage eight launch tubes.  I install the launch tubes on the top back and melted an armored fighting vehicle to stablize the launcher tubes and provide nine inches of thick armor plating for protection.  A bit heavy, so I adding enough heavy anti gravity crystals to the new ogre to make it a speed demon with eighty percent of it weight offset.


    They pack three cubic meters of high explosives instead of one that a micro missile uses.  With satalite and drone providing targeting data, I was blowing up orkish bases three hundred miles away.  Unlike energy cannons, missile can fly over mountains causing the orkish high command to go into conniptions.  They gave all sorts of unreasonable commands that got a whole lot of their soldiers killed.


    So converting the guns into ball turrets and hide them inside the ogre only made sense.  Ogre mark two lasted for three days and nearly reached the border of orkia.  The lumbering giant had terrorized the orks and threw everything they had to stop it from reaching their borders.  They ended up burying large amounts of explosives to destroy some of it''s tracks to slow the new ogre down.


    I knew the orks would use that tactic, because I would if I was in their shoes.  Besides, mandor used the trick recently on his series, so even the stupid orks can copy.  So I had place an armor skirt around each tank treads so a single explosion would not destroy all the tracks with a single mine attack.  It work, the underground explosion only reduce the mark two''s dazzling speed of eighteen miles per hour to about thirteen miles an hour.  With the mass of eighteen main battle tanks, the ogre mark two fulfills it namesake of slow and tough, but with plenty of big guns.


    An ukrainian battalion actually guarded me for those two hour as they happily betted on how many ork equipment the new ogre will take out.  They also help tow tanks and other ork vehicles my way for their guns and metal mass.  Because of their help, I gave their commander a can of red paint and ask them to name the mark two ogre from the nearest settlement like I did with kiev.


    The bright words Nizhyn the Second was painted and my ukrainians posse stuck a bunch of blue and yellow flags on top and quite a few cameras under my suggestion.  As restriction panels made it difficulty for normal cameras to get a clear picture.  So now the world can see Mena''s high rez cameras as it lumbers forward.


    These warpuppets were basically what I imagine drone troopers would be in the ogre universe.  After all armor need infantry support to keep the enemy soldier at bay.  I gave Mena the third, nearly thirty biomechanical infantry from the left over scrap and a new shipment of junk.  The drivers has rushed here and became depressed when they saw Mena was completed.  But I told the drivers to stay and watch, no scrap will be unused and made their day.


    The smaller monstrousities I created, I image were the ogre drone support infantry.  Scrounging ahead looking for targets for the ogre''s guns and taking out enemy infantry.   I used two meter tall biomechanical contraptions made out of the wreckage of an orkish tank or two.   I made four armed armored knights look nightmarish as possible, midnight black with lots of guns and chainsaw blades.


    They had two gun arms, two chainsaw arms, two shoulder mounted guns and a backpack micro launcher with three launch tubes.  They even have a chest mounted laser to deal with aircraft at extreme range.  Protected by a barrier, the ogre drone infantry is a true nightmare for orks to deal with.  Nothing catches an ork''s attention in close quarter combat better than when multiple chainsaws revs up.  They really get the orks running when I save up and unleash a pack of them a night.


    I eventually got the itch to make something colossal when I happen upon field of destroyed armor vehicles.  I began using qi grip to lift the battlefield wreckage of all the tanks and infantry vehicles with in range.  My ukrainian followers were shocked, I had never grab so many vehicles before,  I made a big circle around the battlefield and pickup and toss everything in one big pile.


    It was obvious to the ukrainians I was looking for something and realise I was looking for tanks with intact treads.  I had also divided tanks and infantry vehicles with one side of the pile being tanks and the side other vehicles, carefully remove useable turret and machineguns in neat rows according to calibur.


    With a shield barrier and magic ammo restrictions to make the turrets fire once more.  I had fused nine turrets and about twenty machine guns to facinated the world about my warpuppetry.  Especially when I used a restriction to melt two ork tanks and fill in the cracks and create an even thicker armor.


    I built the Nizhyn ogre at the start of march and with world enjoy it first true ogre.  After all, It''s been over a month since I build the first one near kyiv.  It certainly blunt the orkish attack as I use fifty tanks armored vehicles to create my newest monster ogre.  It was three tanks across and five tanks deep for it''s foundations. I decided on a land battleship approach with three decks full of turrets.  I had even melted down armored vehicles provide additional armor and deck plating.  It also serve to seal the expose areas making it durably tough with a three layer honeycomb hull nearly a meter thick.


    But I made sure it could move full reverse as easy as moving forward. So when Nizhyn lost most of it''s forward turrets, it just switch to reverse so it''s rear guns can finally do the talking.  Orks grew despair when thought the chasing ogre front guns were mostly gone, only see it do a one eighty and chase them with undamage rear turrets.


    It took thirty five hours for the orks to finally breach the tough hull, ork evolved entered and destroyed Nizhyn tracks from within.  So I avenged Nizhyn by decapitating their heads with qi blades as they came out celebrating their victory.  Yes, I am not a nice person when time warrant the need to be so.  Besides, I really like Nizhyn design, having my work of art blown to pieces is never a fun sight for any designer.


    Orkin high command realize they were about to double down on casualties finally sent in their evolved soldiers.  Then cried as they saw my revenge remove the elite of their evolved soldiers.  They were the ones the madman send in when he really need to show success.  His super elite soldiers his country cant grow enough of and had to resort to using a dismal success rate of various crack pot mad scientist under his employment.


    Nizhyn was grounded, but continue the fight for many hours until the orks finally silence it''s weapons.


    The official the number of confirmed orkish evolved I killed skyrocketed to ninty two.  My bounty balance soared to fifty million rubles an hour later.  I had killed off so many of his vat grown, loyal to a brained washed fault super soldiers.  Combine with magic cohersion spells to ensure loyalty, man did I make the madman angry that day.  I was in a happy mood and entered a steakhouse and bought everyone a new steak.

 Chapter 04 - Creeping Doom Hive

    The Kiev ogre was simply ogre prototype to see if it can be done, as Mena was true ogre in name and ability.  Now stand as a monument just inside ukrainian borders surrounded the the debrie of a hundred and sixteen armored vehicles and twenty one aircraft.


    You know whats coming next right?  The madman of orkian truely blew his top learning his kyiv offensive suddenly nipped before it could take off.  I got a million ruble bounty on my head, yay!  It only makes me want to kill more orks.


    The next day I shoot down an alligator and manage to recover an undamage rocket pod with a few rockets left.  So I magic ammoed the rocket pod for high explosive and seismic shockwave for mine clearing. Installed it on on an captured bmp three and drove around happily launching volleys at the retreating orks.  With a shield added, I was not worry about the inacurate orkian artillery and even less from anti tank crews.  At least I knew the magic ammo rockets never misfire.


    After an hour of fun, I jump out and let the ukrainian crew take over and would call their upgraded vehicle Lil De-orker.  I would see it a year later still demining the frontline as it dash at full speed launching volleys of high explosive seismic shockwave rockets.  Though it did go through an overhaul, as I see the right side have been repaired.  It crudely painted name has been redone in a more bold print, while it''s bullet ridden ukrainian battle flag looking even more ragged than the last time I saw it.


    I see a orkian T-ninty tank stop to fire, so I void step in below the barrel and I change into my bodycrafting avatar.  I reach up and twist to throw the tank on it''s back, but a wrenching noise shattered the air as I tore the turret completely off and smash the turret into the ground.  The turret exploded and fired it''s loaded round into the bottom front of the tank the turret belong too.  The impact penetrated under the front hull and causes a plume of fire to burst out of the turrets former opening.


    My personal barrier sparkles as it takes hits from fragments.  Then see a tracked apc to my right, so I took what was left of the barrel with a bit of turret still on the end.  I void step and use the barrel like a golf club and bash the turret end into the tracks of the apc and knock it rolling on it back.  My qi blast though the tracked wheels and up though the bottom side of the vehicle to shred it''s occupants with fragments.  It removed the last bits of turret leaving a sleightly bent barrel.


    I pick up my next target and void step behind the evolved and with a heavy swing launched him into a helocopter, taking it down by smashing the evolved though the tail.  Causing the aligator to spin out of control and crashes into the street and exploding. Then like a boomerang, I threw the now heavily bent barrel over to take out the second alligator''s rotors.  Causing it to plunge into a nose dive and explode in the middle of some infantry fighting vehicles causing the two closest to blow up as well.


    With the suppressive fire now gone from the ifvs, ukrainians fire squads leap into action and taking out vehicles and troops as fast as they can load.  My fancam first combat view had shock the world and made me famous to the ukrainians.  I was the top foreign evolved volunteer with the most kills in infantry, vehicles and aircraft rankings.


    The orkians put a million ruble bounty on my head for this, for my first week of avenging my friend.  The ukrainian media dubbed me the orkian slayer, while the orks soldier soldier call me by more demonic  names.  While orkian news turn me into a vile nazi baby killing terrorist.  That only made me kill them even more, doing my best to target their evolved soldiers from massacring regular ukrainians.


    Fortuneately I wore underworld corporation full body plasmetal armor with helmet.  So no one actually saw my face and only my battlecam show titled Vengence in Ukraine underworld young master viewing restriction for fifteen and over.  Since I was fifteen, I thought my peers have the right to see what I was doing.  From the very start, I had show my reasons for the vengence, showing the smoking ruins of my friends house and went on a rampage.


    I had mister Bernard buy me the SSW40 and had my people magical inscripted and turn it into magic ammo micro missile launcher.  Why shoot grenades when I can shoot auto targeting micro missiles that can be adapted from forty milimeter to up to three inch barrels.  Anything bigger would jump into a different explosive classification.  My people had modified it a bit to make it less cumbersome and more compact.  Plus it did not need such a big ammo clip when it using magic ammo restriction to replicate magic missiles from it''s database.


    I have anti air missiles custom for speed and seeking.  Anti armor missile specialize for armor piercing and explosive.  Then I have anti infanty missile tweaked for area effect and explosive nine milimeter balls packed in the missile''s standard one cubic meter void space restriction.  The magical wind driven micro missiles zip out with barely a sound as they launch and accelerate to hurricane speeds and beyond.  While the anti air micro missile continue to accelerate until reaching sonic speeds.


    Since the micro missiles leave with no contrail as they move, locating my launch position is impossible.  After all, the micro missile is variable forty milimeter to three inches thickness and about a nine inches long, making it a rather small target to detect on radars.  With wind driven missiles and a one cubic meter of void space pack with high explosives, I really did not need a large missile to deliver it''s payload.


    So, my micro missiles were born after modifying american missiles for a time.  It was actually a toy I personally worked on as it seems something my people could really use.  Once I perfected the micro missile, I promptly employed them in popup launchers to help protect underworld trade towers.  Popup launchers or turrets have been a staple in underworld securities, as with civilian society, you dont want to be seen packing.  Looking unarmed and friendly is the way to go when doing business as underworld storefront was extremely popular with western nations.


    Fortuneately, underworld arms is located on the more secured ninth floor.  On the shoni transports, the military arms is located in the front hull of the ship separated by an armored bulkhead.  I found it best to separate civilian and military products.  I am making a killing selling magically inscripted advance military systems. So why would I not have a section on shoni transports dedicated for underworld arms to showcase top selling systems the western militaries could not get enough of.


    I also requested a seismic missile using a modified earthquake spell to clear minefields and give orks inside bunkers a bad day.  With my modified Rheinmetall SSW40 micro missile launcher, I basically blew up any thing orkish that catches my eye.  I was not playing around with small arms, not when I was out for blood.  I figure if I blew every ork up, I did not have to bother taking prisoners.  Funny how your mind logically makes decisions to fuel it''s rage for revenge.


    With my wives snuggling me when I rest in my subspace and help me get dress when I go out to destroy more orks on the battlefield.  My wives and personal guards wanted to join me, but I refused as I did not want my wifes to witness the battlefield.  My people have no business fighting in the real world stupid proxy war, except in the safety of drone operators.


    I would often anchor my subspace portal to a transport, so I could fight on other frontlines.  Which of course shock the orks as they never knew where I would show up, well I never told the ukrainians either.  So they were just as surprise that I popped out anywhere to wreck havoc on orkian invaders.  It easy to use divination magic to check out which transport to hitch a ride to another part of the frontlines.


    But it did not take long from my ukrainian followers to show, so I felt bad that they miss out on all the fun.  So I let them know which transport I would be taking, and they just follow along with what ever transorts they had at hand.  They been slowly upgrading their technicals into armored vehicles, as I see three tracked ones parked nearby with some of my ukrainian besties among them.


    So I head over and check the ungangly vehicles that makes up most of orkian armor these days.  A year of fighting in the one hundred and first disguised as mercenaries, I had destroy a good share of them during that time.  They are pieces of junk when my divine sense probed though what the ork thought were modern  war machines.  I laughed as I playful aim my thumb at middle of the front armor plate and sent a qi burst into the armor to stamp my thumb print in the exact center of all three vehicles.


    I used the thumb imprint on the new vehicles to place to hide my magical inscriptions.  I place barrier shield to project a barrier ten meter radius.  I smiled and told everyone to travel under the new protective barriers shocked and wowed my ukrainian friends.  I also made sure to put a barrier shield around the vehicle itself as extra protection.  Do not want my new three mobile shield generators getting hit.  So basically now I had a small fleet of technicals bundle close to stay inside those barriers.


    Then I taught they how to install a fuel cell generator to the orkish designed armored vehicles.  Now they do not have to worry about fuel, as I order a truck full of military grade fuel cells.  They have triple the capacity of civilian models, allow them to travel five hundred miles for each fuel cell.  Since the fuel cell generators come with a duel fuel cell loader, smartly filling one to full capacity while using the other first.


    I  even pulled out most of engine and fuel tank away to open up more cargo space. Then I fused some scrap metal to double the thickness of their armor.  With the fuel cell generator pumping more than twice the horsepower than the piece of shit engine they had.  Dumping in all the extra armor drop their speed to under sixty miles an hour.  I made sure to refine the entire transmission an extra time to improve it durability.


    After all, I did not want a simple ork anti tank round to damage it''s maneuverability.  I even refined the tracks with a bit a mithril as the prime ingrediant to make it even impervious to a nuclear strike at one mile out from ground zero.  It''s so tough, I doubt they will need to replace it anytime soon.


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    I even raise the cabin to give the crew more head space.  Especially for the troops in the carrier bay,  There is even metal lockers on the cealing holding additional weapons.  Three smite launchers and nine pulsar assualt rifles, the crews are going to be happy.  I made sure to fill ammo and extra void enhance storage clips with standard three hundred round and nine missile compacity.


    I left a note to talk to me if they needed more ammo.  Since they elected for follow me, I felt obligated to hook them up with some of my latest toys.  So I tricked out the three vehicles to amaze my ukrainian friends.  I even put in a small fridge where the fuel tank used to be so they can have cold drinks.


    I then put a silence spell on the mid tier four durable tracks so I did have to yell over that racket.  Since I used mithril, it allowed me to put a magical inscription of the treads, allowing them to regenerate structural integity while in contact with the ground.  It is one of my favorite earth restriction since it is so handy.  So wear and tear is no longer an issue, and battle damage would simply repair itself over time.


    I laughed at my ukrainian friends, they look like tourists riding under the protection of the barriers.  I had save their lives plenty of times since the start of the war and now they follow me.  That why I built the kyiv''s ogre, I want my people in stolen orkian armored vehicles since nato not giving ukraine any spares for me.  So that is why to me and those who follow me, the kyiv''s ogre was a complete success.


    I had a complete field filled with looted armored vehicles, I let my followers to pick what ever they needed to transport all two hundred on my current followers, and a couple extra spare vehicles to boot so that it not so crowded in every vehicle just yet.  I gave the rest to the ukrainians, after magically inscripting them with a three year self destruction lease.  I definently do not want a warlord getting his grubby hands on one of these magically inscripted armored vehicles.


    The ukrainians officers who were enjoying shooting off my newest military toy, the pulsar assault rifle, stood dumbfounded by my war plunder and the crowds of media burst out laughing.  My people came to magically inscript them with the basic restrictions once they saw me begin working on the first vehicle.  Armor improvements for the tanks and barriers for the others.  I switched them all to lightning barriers so they can detonate any mines they encounter, but safely outside the barrier.


    Because of my fancam, the orks had a full list of my so called terrorist activities I commited.  Though their copies were grainy due to modern recording devices unable to fully record restriction panel videos.  Therefore copies tend to be a little pixelated, forcing many to purchase restriction panels as big screens to small tablet sizes.  So they dont have to guess what the letters are in my hud display in my helmet.


    The ukrainian high command wanted to work with me, but I was not in the mood for adult management, and instead just clear the area of orks I happen to be in.  My favorite thing was capturing orkian rocket systems to magically inscript the rockets with wind magic to increase the range to a hundred miles and increase the explosive power by three times.  On the launcher itself, I give it a homing enchantment and a speed boost.


    Then slapped on a stealth restriction on the rockets and with underworld satalite imaging, individually target ork planes and heavy vehicles in range.  My favorite was the Grad launcher, because I could pick forty orkish targets to destroy.  The orks hated me dearly and fear my arrival to any battlefront even more.  The ukrainians called me brother and cheer where ever I appear.   The orkian high command increase my bounty to five million rubles after watching a couple of their captured grads upgraded by me in action.


    Of course my people sent me dozens of new weapons to test out.  Their lighting staff was particularly nasty weapon, similar to force lightning but increase the range to one hundred meters.  I watch scores of lighting arc out of the staff crystal ball and strike orks in range, includes those inside vehicles turn into ashes.  I sweep the lightning staff before me, as orks turn to ashes new lightning arcs pour out to strike new targets.  It was a terrifying weapon that left no orks bodies within a hundred meters of me.  It also ignited any kind of explosives with it''s electrical arcs of magical destruction.  It''s secondary use as a mine clearer a no brainer.


    One of my favorites was the Creeping Doom Hive with spiderbombs.  It had a extra large subspace carrying three hundred spiderbombs.  Looking like roomba three inches tall with four extendable legs, these mechanical spiders are deployed at night where they creep forward towards orkish positions.  Equiped with steath restriction and one cubic meter void space of high explosive with it''s edges line with thousand of ball bearings to deal with infantry.  Attaching themselves like limpid mines to the underside of vehicles, bury themselves deep in ammo and fuel depots, and crawl into command centers or barracks.  Created terrifying explosive havoc among the orks at night.


    As soon as the first spiderbomb is detected, it gives off a signal that detonates any spiderbomb waiting to detonate their target.  While the remaining continue their stealth approach in searching for a happy explosive ending.  The orks never figure out the spiderbomb until after a month of devastating nightly deployment.  When a magic detector finally discovered the stealth bots.  My bounty was increase to ten million at this point.


    The next were the Buzzbomb hive, following the successful spiderbomb, these spit out three hundred explosive softball size mechanical hornet puppets that buzz as they fly.  Magically design as anti infantry drones, these flying anti personal bombs packed with ninty ball bearings in the outer ring.  The buzzbombs were design to spray the ball bearing horizontally and down with none wasted going up to ensure a good coverage.


    The orkish infanty soon learned to be terrified once they hear the buzzbomb coming.  Flying at twenty meters per second, and flying irratically like any good mock insect drone should do, making the buzzdrones impossible to shoot down.  Since the orkish infantry dont have combat shotguns available for frontline use normally, trying to shoot a bullet at the fast moving and darting buzzbomb is more than the average ork in the fake second best army in the world.


    The agile speedy flying balls of explosive death was even more feared than the spiderbombs.  The spiderbombs were the terror of the night, while the buzzbombs terrified during the day.  But every ork that survived a nightime buzzbomb attack will you that is the most terrifying exerience of their lives.  The orks learn to scatter when they hear buzzbombs coming to avoid mass casualties from on a single attack.


    First thing I do in the morning to check the local ukrainian troops about orkian evolved activity in the area.  If there is none, I head toward the frontlines and set off a buzzdrone hive to welcome the local orks to a new morning.  Ukrainians behind me cheer as the now famous terror drones exploded virally as intercepted calls tell a tale of woe.  My bounty worth was increased to twenty million rubles.


    Since micro missile launcher is a relatively small three inch tube about a foot and half long.  I decided to mount micro missile launchers on a racing drone to hunt helicopters and call them Vulture drones.  It began as one shot surveillance drone that had a loiter time of six hours.  I gave it to me people to modify with emphasis on loiter time and surveillance with the ability to shoot down orkish assets.


    Once my people finish finalizing the lastest model design, it became a drone with two meter wing span from tip to tip.  It''s high resolution camera with thermal imaging and zoom performance out class all other drone cameras due to magical inscriptions.  But I did not expect was they install nine micro launchers just under the forward edge of both wings giving vulture drone eighteen micro missiles.  They install a standard fuel cell giving the vulture drone enough fuel to fly a few years before replacement.  For protection, the added the standard invisibility magic and stealth restricition.  Talking about overkill, but I do not mind the sleightest and I sent nine crates of three to ukraine to play with.


    Like their namesake, they loiter in the air looking for prey until they need to rearm.  The two wing hardpoints can carry small bombs and the middle hardpoint is for an medium size bomb.  Vultures can be set to patrol an area and automatically engage enemy aircraft.


    After shooting down their first helicopter, ukraine wanted more vulture drones and if possible add a void storage for more missile ammo.  Lol, I certainly understand the need, but arming future terrorists with a multi missile launching drones is just not a happy thought.  So I said no and sold ten crates for nine thousand dollars each and gave fifty crates of micro missiles for free.


    So now ukraine has a line of fifty seven vulture drones flying above their frontlines day and night.  With restriction panels used for control, the orks magical anti drone counter measures are useless.  They quickly learn just how dangerous the vulture drones were as two fighters and three helicopters were shot down with first three days of forming the vulture line.


    The vulture user manual suggested the air defense line and of course the airfield raiding with a small squadron of vulture drones. After a few days of practicing raiding together with vultures, the first vulture drone raid came on fourth night.  Twelve vultures in two groups of six flew at midnight and struck crimean airfield as they came in from the black sea.


    On there way out, they dropped bombs on radar and air defenses.  The bombs maybe small, but with one cubic meter of high explosives in void container, they definently gave a big bang for world''s entertainment.   While the medium bomb had three cubic meters of high explosive fun.  The high resolution thermal cameras gave the world the first look at underworld drones that night.  Ukrainian high command was seen celebrating the crate of spicy wine I sent for the occasion.


    Later I found out many officers went to kyiv trade tower to buy more of the spicy wine.  Eventually become a big hit in ukraine, something the rest of the rest of the western world had yet to figure out.  It was strong mildly spicy wine that make your stomach feel comfortably warm.  Especially feels good in ukrainian winters, after the war the civilians enjoyed my spicy wine all winter long.


    I had use one spiritual fireberry for each keg it give it a spicy kick and real warmth.  Enough to go swimming in winter as long as your drunk on spicy wine.  Winter sports took off in ukraine, as their drunken antic took off to the amusement of everyone including themselves.  But hey, it just made their new tourist industry even better in winter time.


    Eventurally these winter tourists found the secret of ukrainina winter revelry and the spicy wine soon spread thoughout the western world.  Spicy wine become the defacto cure for hypothermia, as it was the fastest way to return someone back to their normal temperatures.  Then have a jolly good drunken time afterwards, cant beat that with any other treatment.


    Spicy wine joined everyone winter survival kit, all thanks to the tier six fireberry which grows in huge patches around the lava fields of the twenty night floor.  So making mortal level cultivation wine is relatively easy.  I''m just glade to finally rid of good portion of the stored stock of fireberries, since my people harvest far more than are used.


    Well, the good thing is the longer a fireberry is aged, the more kick it has.  So the number indicated on a wine jug indicates it''s burning strength.  The fireberry wine sold in the real world is only listed as strength one to three, and most mortals can handle a rank two fireberry wine.  I personally carry rank six and seven fireberry wines, due to my fire affinity and spiritual primalfires I have.  If I can level up both masteries, I might even try a rank eight fireberry wine someday.

 Chapter Five - End Of The World Fantasies

    I celebrated my new worth tossing down iced jack and wolfing down medium rare steaks pan fried with garlic salt, montreal spicy steak seasoning and a good dash of curry power on both sides.  Cooked at medium hot to sear boths sides, flip over one last time and turn off the heat.  Let it cool off a bit and take out the steaks, drain off any excess oil and plop in fresh rice to soak up all that delicious cooked curry on the frying pan.


    The cooks hired for the occasion were mortified as I cooked my own meal, with spiritual cooking, the steaks and rice was perfect tasty and tender.  The amazing good smell filled the kitchen as I mix the rice with the burnt curry and waiting for my divine sense tells me the steaks are done resting.  I then place the three ribeye steaks on a platter and the curry rice on another.  Thanked the kitchen staff and head back to the dinner hall, along with the various people that had followed me into the kitchen to see what I was up to.


    Having been invited to dine with the ukrainian high command as we discuss what next steps to take and wanted my support.  My people had magically adhered a camo pattern on top of my black plasmetal battlesuit so I would not stand out too much among the simular camoed diners.  Actually, I was wearing the new official ukrainian camo pattern now sold in underworld arms.


    With my ukrainian follower''s approval,  the combat rig had only two holders for two three hundred round clips sitting low left of the belly button.  Crossing from left to right waist is a six special tube pockets for buzzbombs.  On the belt left of the clip was two one pound water bottles that been void spaced to hold ten gallons each with a layer to purify the water.  Another layer to make the water ice cold, with the dial controls on the cap, the more blue you see, the colder the water will be.  On the right was for a side weapon or support pouch.  On the top right chest was a pocket for a military restriction communication panel.


    The ten pound backpack is due to being an ergonomic armored box.  Which offers additional protection for the soldier''s back.  The backpack had a void storage space of one cubic meter, allowing a soldier to pack considerable amount of ammo, secondary weapon and supplies.  Underworld military gears now offered the new magically scripted ukrianian camo and combat rig, and selling like hotcakes to the western world.  Having six buzzbombs proved how much the ukrianian soldiers love underworld explosives toys.


    The world had seen me slowly update the ukrainians that follow me since the start of the war.  So after my nightly discussions on what soldiers wanted, I informed my people and they redesigned a ukrainian combat rig, with new cammo pattern exclusive for the new combat rig. So when my ukrainians friends was seem putting  on the new gears, many militaries was shock at the greymetal full torso scale armor worn under the custom army uniform and combat rig.


    The golden medieval style armor provide excellent protection, but most importantly provide flexibility that full plates did not.  Any soldier wearing underworld battlegear was basically bulletproof up to fifty calibers and beyond.


    Plate armor is just too ridged for me to feel comfortable in, so scaled armor undercoat gave the maximum freedom of movement with plate protection. The two inch wide plates with pointed bottoms are staggered for maximum protection, as any bullet or fragment has to penetrate two of these small plates of greymetal that was created to stop tiny metorites from damaging the new starships being built by nato.


    Greymetal was the name finally given to the fully science made metal I introduce to the world for space craft hulls.  But, it could also use to make full torso scale armor that protects the front, sides, and back.  Plus the top of the shoulders.  There is an upgrade kit that nets you shoulder pads, thigh plates, and elbow and knee guards.  Most importantly, a helmet can be purchase with restriction panel hud display.


    With a thought, my mouth piece unclips so I can eat and drink without a problem.  Proving I can one up disney''s mandalorian''s keep your face hidden night watching.  I get queer looks, but no one says anything.  Evolved habits is not something mortals need to understand.  I had already told the ukrainian high command I was not going to give a speech, and that I was here to drink a bottle of jack and eat some medium rare curried steaks.  I invited my wives, but none of them wanted to dine with a bunch of stuffy old men.


    They all knew I was leaving the war soon for personal reasons and so wanted to discuss what help underworld corporation will have while I was away.  I discussed bahkmut and promised to sell them riot shields make out of magical force field, and with restriction to create a porthole where the soldier can shoot out of.


    Roughly a meter square of magical force protection and an adjustable porthole that can change in size and location.  In fact you have to install a special strip that allows the porthole to follow the movement of your barrel, so you no longer need to crane your weapon around to get off an angled shot.  Once a shield is anchored in place, a combat buddy of yours can join in on the protection and if outfitted with that special barrel strip.  Can create his own porthole and shoot with the full protection of the barrier.


    The ukainians are using four man team per combat shield, two to shoot while kneeling, and two crouching low to shooting over their heads.  Four tiny portholes with barrels of assault rifles sticking marring the nearly crystal clear force barrier.  Holding bahkmut to bleed the orks would be easy to do.  Plus, I promised regeneration staves to keep the soldiers alive.


    In the end I promise zelenski thirty percent off all underworld arms why he stays in office. After that, ukraine has been pushing a lions share of foreign military aid my way to purchase underworld arms weekly production.  Since ukraine was given priority, no other nations was able to purchase underworld arms military hardware as they were always sold out.


    Many militaries around the world were getting jelly that ukraine was buying up all the underworld arms each week.  Until underworld arms announced a new production facility was finally been completed that will provide it''s production for other western nations.  Western militaries celebrated the unexpected windfall coming from new production line and greedily pre purchase the limit that was allowed.  The eastern and neutral nations could only salivate at the military systems they could not buy.  Though, I did sell to a few of my favorite nations.


    Since I grew up as an american, I have always seen israel and japan as allies.  As such tokyo and jerusalem trade towers was with first group of thirty trade towers built.  Which means they have a considerable amount of underworld arms purchase already.


    My The Reaper has Arrived battlecam was young master age or older lock, which meant only restriction panel users that were fifteen or older could watch it.  Though pixelated copies made it to the real world to shock the world that someone using underworld gears was fighting in ukraine since day one.  My daily battlecam footage, from the moment I activite my helmet battlecam after stepping into the real world and until I turn if off before stepping back into my subspace.  No editing, just a live stream of my life in ukraine as I made war with the orks.  My profile showed that I had only turn fifteen recently as I had listed my birthday.


    This of coursed shocked all the young masters of the world, they were all practicing in the battle rankings, while I was in war killing orkian evolved effortlessly.  My battle rankings shot directly into the master''s ranking as I take over the ranking of the ork evolved I kill in battle. Those who witness my spiritual fire that pour out of my pointing fingers like a flame thrower turning the orkian evolved ice expert into ashes.  Soldiers that witness my fire attack first hand, say my spiritual fire fills the air that make you feel like you are going to burn to ashes if you do not escape quickly.


    Mortals within thirty meters flee terrifying for their lives as soon as I loose a bit of my primal daofire into the tips of my right fingers.  I knew mortals to flee the instant I start using one of my spiritual fires. since I did not want to incinerated any ukrainians by accident.  Fortuneately I void step forward, so the friendly ukrainians only shuffled back in amazement at the horrifying fire I was exposing for both sides to witness.


    The orkian evolved bounty hunter team froze in the tracks, along with the thousand ranged troops they brought to help crack open my personal shield.  Knowing my ukrainian friends are safely backing away, I did a casual karate chop pointing at my body snatchers and cut loose with a qi blast that smashing down the ten man bounty team and instantly turn them into a pulpy mash.


    None of them had any particular strong defense for their soul, so the spiritual fire promptly cut loose their bounds to mortal flesh and sent them on their way to the after life as their souls enter the cycle of reincarnation.  The spiritual fire did no stop there, it turn to ash a good portion of the ork troops sniping away at me.  The few survivior prompt turn tail and fled for their lives.


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    I once met a ukrainian youth my age who joined because of me and ask how I can wage war and still act normally every morning.  Everyone knew about my subspace and knew the time difference made my mind decades olders but I know that was not what he was asking.  But I could not tell him I was a cultivator with a soul brand that I can infuse memories into so I can drag along those memories though the reincarnation cycle and be reborn with them.


    So I told him one of my secrets and said "I believe in Lord Death, who is neither a good or evil god, but a god of balance who makes sure souls enter the reincarnation cycle when the time comes.  As a believer and actually experiencing the reincarnation cycle many times.  For me killing is just pushing their soul a bit early into their next cycle of life, by spending the same amount of time living in the underworld earning merit points to purchase your next rebirth with a clean memory wipe."


    I finish my morning coffee and left the young man to stew over my words.  I waved to a few ukrainians that followed me on their transports and we joined the battle on the eastern front at the end of the first week of april.  My wives were waiting in their own battlegears along with our bodyguards, they had their mouth pieces unhooked.  So I do the expected and give each a nice long kiss of see you later.


    Since me and my wives had not showed our faces in public during the war, no one who we are with our helmets on.  Once the morning goodbyes were finish, I replace the mouth guard and led the ukrainian friends that have choosen to follow me since the start of the war.  When we get back to camp, my wives would come out and heal everyone and raise protective barriers so we can rest in peace.


    The ukrainians quickly learn to use the regenerating field the extends ten meters from the barrier.  The wounded shuffled in droves and march away a stick of time later.  Ambulences brought in wounded from the surrounding area, having learn of the benefits north of kyiv.  So my arrival brought relief to thousands of ukrainians fighting in the eastern front.


    Since every camp was left active the regeneration field that was tied to a two meter staff planted in the ground.  They were told the staff has enough energy to last a month, the standard magical enchantment for extending duration for military affairs.  Since it was a staff, the ukrainians move the staves to military medical centers behind their battle lines.


    Dying ukrainians found themselves being hussled out to regeration zone for new arrivals an insense of time later.  The befuddled, but gloriusly happy, the healthy soldiers march into waiting transports and stand once more with their platoon mates.  Who jokingly hazzed them like zombies return from the dead.  With thirty healing staves available from my northern campaign, ukrainian medics were taking full advantage of the healing staves my wives make each morning.


    When a soldier suddenly screamed "Medic!" Every healing soldier and medic looked his way.  He was waving his fingers and said "Look, my fingers grew back!"  The medic promptly experimented and found out within the first ten meters of the staff, the healing effect was much stronger and can regenerate lost limbs at a rate of ten pounds of flesh per stick of time.


    Ten of thousands of disabled veterans volunteered to rejoin the army if they can get their limbs back.  Three staves were donated each month to restore civilian limbs lost in the war.  With my suggestion, many people around the world was invited to get their limbs regenerated for a war donation.   Which meant another regeneration staff was used to help with my new way to acquire foreign aid for ukraine.


    Mister zelenski laughed his ass off at my suggestion and thought of using more than one staff to bring in more war funds.  I just looked at him said after the war you will have thirty regeneration staves to make money to pay off your debts.  But now, pay attention to your people, especially your soldiers.  That means twenty seven staves go keep your army healthy so they can keep on fighting.


    I had reduce ukrainian causualties to just the dead, as their was no longer any wounded or disabled soldiers.  This had increased moral greatly, the soldiers knew if they can make it to a medical center, they are guaranteed a healthy return.  The litany among the officers to their soldiers was you can get yourself wounded, but do not get yourself killed!  The medics cant help you with that!


    Since I was always moving south, the ukrainians had learn to shift some of their wounded to the new morning camp site.  I would step out of the mrap vehicle I was given to anchor my portal too, I did not think it was necessary to waste an armored vehicle for me.  But my ukrainians followers were so happy to ride the thing, I just could not turn it down.


    Later I found out the americans ask the ukrainians to give the command and control version to me.  I jokingly checked for booby traps and found none, though the ukrainian representive was sweating bullets at my jest.  The communication suite on the mrap was especially encrypted to talk to nato military command.  I promptly decide not to call them, since this war was personal, and did not want any back seat adult advice.  No doubt my former army commanders wanted a talk.


    An early war follower from the northern counterattack sudden arrived.  Having reenlisted after having his leg regenerated and promptly sought me out to thank me.  An orc grenade had destroy his left leg early in the war before my wives decided to setup their morning camp as I have my morning hot chocolate coffee as I listen in on the war news the officers were now able to hand out each morning.  Two scoops of hot chocolate, two scoops of coffee mate, a long squirt of chocolate syrup and extra strong coffee to melt the stuff into a great morning hot drink.


    Since I do my own things, but I still like to know what my ukrainian friends were up to so I wont get in their way.  At least I know where they could use some mine clearing, so I randomly shoot off seismic micro missile clearing thirty meter areas of minefields as satalites and drones gives me a birdseye targeting.  Making sure to include ukrainian operation areas by accident, with my thirty mile range, the orks believe it''s my morning general bombardment and begin panicking.  At least they knew where this morning I was attacking at, I''m sure the orks to my far flanks sigh with relief as I hit their guys between them.


    This morning I find myself walking past a burnt out small factory, it steel smoke stack leaning toward the orkian lines.  That gave me pause as a smile crept up my face as I promptly head over to the smoke stack with my possie and one with a new leg in tow.  It was still straight and rather big, like a meter or so wide, which made me give off a truely evil grin.


    Something my possie of ukrainians knew all too well, I was about to get crazy again and when they realize how big the smoke stack was.  They began following me to a T, and start grinning too.  With qi grip I grab the steel smokestack and lift it in the air and give it a good shake, freeing it of some of the buildings debris.


    They had seen me lift up tanks what they thought was telekinesis to create a truely monsterous iron golem in the shape of an gigantic tank make up of about a score of tanks to create.  Then create new magic ammoed turrets out of the metal of other scapped vehicles.  A dozen turrets and fifty machine guns were attached and was sent to wreck havoc on the orish covoy that extended to who knows where in orkia.


    One night I sent a company of t-one hundred skinless terminators with mini guns viraled the world out of control.  The anti artificial intelligence freaks began their end of the world fantasies to scare the foolish.  While the rest of the western world watched in stunned awe as terminators exterminated a small section of the orkian frontlines.  Wizards around the world saw the terminators as advance contructs or advance golems far beyond their ability to recreate.


    Enchanters thoughout the world by this point was shocked to their core with my magical inscriptions, and now my war puppets with it advance magic and restrictions took the dreams of another two fields of magic.  They flock to underworld trade towers hoping to apprentice themselves to learn the new magic they always dreamed of.  Not the basic magic of plus ones and twos, and an occasional rare three for enchantments.  Something the role playing gamers the the world despise for wasting their time, were used to having my advance techniques on their computers and console games.


    Special skills, special attacks, enhancing jewels, set skills, just to support the added effects that magical inscription system uses.  Now showcasing the terminators, I drew in new apprentices from the construct school and golem sub branch.  This of course shocked the rest of the schools to wonder what other advance magic I know.


    But most importantly, every mage saw my battle magic in ukraine, and it terrified each and every mage in the world to do their best never to get on my bad side.  The orkish mages were all crying on their homepage "It''s not fair, we have to beat this genius brat?"  And it''s many variations, I had already slaughter every mage that dare challenge me in magical duel.


    After all, how does a plus three magical defense handle a doombolt with added effect criticial hit for an undodgable attack.  Then pour my entire mana bank pool into the added effect extra damage to maxed out?  Their defensive enchantment will remove three points from the maximum damage taken is a joke, I truely laugh at their suicidal nature.


    I turn them all into ash in an instant with a single lightningbolt with enough power kill some one with nine lives.  So what if they make their saving throw and take half damage, that is still four and half lives of overkill power hitting them.  The orkish mages knew what would happen if they dare challenge me, they would to be turn to ash in an instant.  If they make their saving throws, that mean that die in pain for two instance of time.  Better off not making a saving throw...


    All the mages in the world realize being friendly as possible was the only way to avoid such a fate, while cursing the lucky three schools already at my gate ready to sell their souls for advance magical knowledge.


    All mages wanted to learn my battle magic, but for mages it is offensive to ask to learn someone''s  secret battle magic spells.  So no one dare to ask as none of them wanted to turned into a pile of ash.  Mages are not stupid, our best stat is our intelligence after all.  So they all knew the outcome of reaching my bottom line.

 Chapter Six - A Preview Of The Zombie Apocalypse

    During a night raid, I found an ork outpost so I set up a reaper hive to welcome my arrival to the area.  As I was setting up a reaper hive, I swept the area around me with long range divine sense to pick out my next target.  To the north was a ork base and to the south was another near train tracks.  I was about to head north to the bigger base, but my divine sense picks up hundreds of orks in body bags.


    I blink once, then to cover my base I go to my fans watching me livestream "My girlfriend is calling.  I''ll launch a bunch of drones for you to watch."  Then turn off my helmet cam.  My wives call me all the time, so my fans are used to this, not happy about it.  But they understand that I did not want them to hear my lovey dovey talks.


    I promptly sent the reapers to attack the ork outpost and order a group of ten to carry the reaper hive north and stash it three miles from the base.  Which meant the other two hundred and ninty reapers would swarm the small outpost and once they were done to attack the big base in the north.  I then headed south with a very big grin under my helmet.


    I stumbled upon a mass ork dead storage site neatly stacked in their body bags.  I decided to gave the orks a preview of the zombie apocalypse when I turn to necromancy and raise all the dead orks in range and had them follow me.  I raise an isolation barrier to avoid the stench of the dead and made sure to have the newly made three hundred zombies moan out brains in orkish for fun.  Then I headed over to the next zombie resource site and raise them too.  My divine sense tells me two more resource sites were available.


    They were located next to a railroad, so my zombie resources was about to be sent home.  I felt kind of bad for using the bodies for greater mass animate zombie horde spells.  But twelve hundred zombies made for a decent size zombie horde I could not pass up.  I sick them on the nearby ork army base and toss a dozen invisible dragonfly recon drones to record the event for the zombie cultists among my people.


    My people have been watching zombie movies with delight.  I set the tag on the dragonflies for my people only, with access from the twentieth floor and deeper.  I had no idea what the world would think if they knew I can raise so many undead.  The best ukrainian necromancer I knew could only raise a score of undead, so I thought I should keep this under wraps for my own people to enjoy.


    Zombies can not run as they tend to trip and fall down, but they can do a fast walk.  Since they never tire, they can out walk most humans given enough time.  No, they do not need brains, just living life force.  So once their victim is dead, they will stop eating, and eventually the partially eaten corpse will have a decent chance to rise as the newely risen to hunt the living.


    Also you do not need to shoot their heads, just cause enough damage to disperse their undead essence.  Which mean bullets are nearly useless, unless you use lots of bullets.  So a good sword to chop them into several pieces is more effective.  Though you have to be careful if you cut the legs off, you get a crawling zombie that is just as sleightly less dangerous.


    The ork base had no chance, they were overunned by the horde in the middle of the night. The soon to be risen had desparately used grenades that destroy some zombies, but in the end the horde grew to fourteen hundred zombies.  I directed them toward the the nearby airfield who had gone to red alert after hearing the gun fire and grenade explosions from the base the zombies had destroyed.


    As the searchlights found the zombies heading their way, the orks were shocked seeing bloodied ork soldier shuffling their way.  Thinking they were surviviors from the base, they let the zombies get closer until they realize something was not right and they zombies let out a concerted moan in orkish "Braaains!"


    Then all hell broke use as the zombies fast walked or crawled their way toward living flesh they crave. They orks opened fire, machine guns drop zombies by the score, but the zombies just stood back up.  The orks were panicking, but soon realize they needed to riddle a zombie to take it down.  So they began concentrating their fire and began slowly widdling the zombies down.


    However, this allow more zombies to close the distance.  Orks began throwing grenades and found that to be rather effective as zombies close to the blast were destroyed.  But many zombies stood right back up to scare the britches out of ork defense line.  Then six alligators joined the fight and began launching rockets and adding their machine guns into the defense that took out packs of zombies.  The ork ground troops cheered thinking their helocopters will tip the scale.


    Until three micro missile slam into their under belly and three alligators exploded into bits that rained down on the ork defenders.  The other three alligators realize the danger of hovering in place to mow down the zombies and began to scatter.  I see two bank to my left and one bank to my right.  I raise my modified ssw40 and blew the one on the right into fragments.


    A second later, my backpack reloaded the three launchers and picked off the two fleeing to my left while the third micro missile blew an infantry vehicle to bits silencing it suppressive fire.  I continue to blow up armor vehicles and machine gun nests to give the zombie horde a fighting chance.  They had massacre about six hundred zombies already, but now the zombies were able to over run the defensive line.  The screams of the soon to be risen filled the air as the zombies feasted on their living comrades.  Each bite transfering undead essence into the living.


    As the last orks died, the zombies lost interest in eating and poured into the airfield looking for more living to eat.  Jets were taking off to evaculate to safety, but micro missile brought them down before they could fly far.  The orks soon realize this and stop taking off after I shot down their seventh flight.  The remaining ork troops fled into building to make their last stand.  While important personal loaded into vehicles and put the pedal to the medal and fled east.


    The remaining orks fired from windows or from the roof of buildings as eight hundred zombies assaulted the building.  Micro missiles blew openings in the buildings allowing the the zombies to pour in for third dinner.  Around three hundred newly risen rose from the ork defense line and rush towards the building to get their share of living essense.


    Orks on the roof stared in horror as they watch their former comrades rush towards them moaning brains as they came.  Many wet their pants and fled, jumping down the back of the buildings to flee after their officers.  Nearly three hundred zombies sensing food escaping took off after them. The rest pour into openings I made to feast on the living packed within.


    Over six hundred zombies entered the buildings, only three hundred came out to chase after the fleeing.  I was calmly destroying aircraft and vehicles, making sure their was nothing left for the orks to use.  Then some two hundred and fifty newly risen pour out of the buildings and I point eastward and they all fast walk their way to look for the escaping fast food.


    After taking care of anything of military use, I head back to airport outer defense line.  Undead energies had turned the defeated zombies into skeletons while the partially eaten orks that failed to rise up as zombies lay in puddles of their own blood.  I prompty cast a wide area decay spell that striped the flesh off the bones.  Then I cast a greater animate skeleton horde spell, though many skeletons failed to rise and turned to dust, nearly four hundred skeletons pick themselves off the ground and formed ranks before me.


    They still carried their weapons, as skeletons are retain some of their intelligence and are able to use weapons unlike zombies.  I order them to load up on extra weapons and ammo and sent them east to kill living orks.  They promptly raiding the building for heavy weapons, then automactically gather into teams of six skeletons and headed east after their zombie brothers.  Unlike the fast walking zombies, the skeletons could jog at a decent clip.


    I then flew north to see what the reaper hive was up to while unleashing six more invisible dragonflies to record the skeletons at play.  Skeletons do not eat the living, they just enjoy killing the living.  The thing about skeletons is that they lose much of the memories, but one thing they never forget is their hatred.  So the skeletons move eastward with intend to kill those who have wronged them.  In a war which their officers treated them like cannon fodder, every skeleton eyes burn bright red as their hunt eastward.


    It took the orks three days to wipe out the undead horde.  The newly risen zombies were a nightmare to finish off.  The orks ended up using tanks and aircraft to finish off the zombies.  But the skeletons had turned into a major problem, with captured anti tank and anti air portables, they manage to destroy fourteen tanks and down six aircraft and four helocopters before being finally wiped out.


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    Both sides had necromancers, but they could only raise a handful of zombies or skeletons.  Raising a horde is unthinkable, but add in advance necromancy, a undead orb specialized in raising undead and of course mana banks to spend to increase the number of undead raised.  The madman of orkia roared his displeasure, but with out any evidence, could only guess I was the culprit.


    But I stayed silient and watch in pleasure as he ranted endlessly for days.  My decision to not broadcast openly save me from lots of heat when I decide to go the undead route.  So only my people from floor twenty and deeper were allow to watch my necromantic antics.  Since the real worlders were stuck on floor seventeen floor boss, I was safe for a while.


    Since I ignore all questions about the undead horde, the world turn to the natural occurance of undead outbreaks.  Which happens when a large number of dead accumulate.  It had happened before, during plagues and wars, so the world simply blamed it on a natural undead outbreak and warned the orks to take better care of their dead.  Secretly the world glared at me, but since my cultivation can keep a decent poker face, they eventually stop guessing.


    I did not know at the time that the high rez restriction drone videos would be used for the first underworld zombie movie.  One which would turn viral upon release to the real world.  Though the battle computers had edit out the orkish insignias and replaced them with generic ones.  Still many in the world would guess it was combat footage from undead outbreak in the orkian war dubbed in english.


    Many who could read lips in orkish were able to confirm that the soldiers were speaking orkish.  The fact that it was far too realistic only convince people that it was indeed film during the undead outbreak.


    The one thing that did support it was a movie was that the zombies were moaning out brains.  A totally movie convention, so even if people say the soldiers were speaking orkish.  The brain thing was obviously a popular cult zombie trick.  With zombie cultist laughing their ass off when over a thousand zombie moan out brains and rush the airfield.


    The battle computers had even made a nearby cemetary come alive as skeletons rose from the graves to mill about.  When the zombies attack the first base, the skeletons attacted to the noise move to investigate and arm themselves with fallen weapons.  Then hearing the zombie assault begin on the nearby airfield march over to join the fight.


    So the battle computer manage to erase my presense and substitute skeletons with anti tank and anti air shoulder weapons.  They did an excellent job adding a smoke trail and large missiles to mask my micro missiles.  With a total of eighteen dragonflies recording the skeleton and zombies killing their way east.


    With so many camera angles from a zombie viewpoint to various birds eye view, most people where convinced it had to be a movie.  The fact the the movie was portraying the zombie outbreak in ukraine meant actors had to speak orkish for realism and then dubbed in english for western audience.  In the end, it was nominated as the best undead battle in movie history. With a skeleton aiming a Kornet scene won the most popular vote.


    I happened to experience the active denial system that heats up the skin.  Niffy piece of equipment that I did a bit of tinkering on, just increase the range and area coverage.  Nothing too much, as I did not see a need for improvements to the non lethal device.  But it reminded me of an old weapon restriction called phantom pain, which normally used in a dagger to torture noble victims without causing real damage to their skin.  After all, you get more hostage money if they have no physical wounds.  Nobles are particular about scars that did not come from duel or the battlefield.


    I remember in my ancient memories I used a phantom pain dagger on hostile females I did not want to  kill.  A single stab was usually enough to keep them in line as they rather not be stabbed a second time.  So I pulled out the trusty restriction out and began tinkering with it as I created my version of the active denial system.


    A field of phantom pain was more than enough to drop mortals to their hands and knees.  To trap enough orks to be useful, the activation range control is set to half range.  So when the first ork trigger the field, it activate the field of pain to max range catching any ork following behind for fifty meters.  While the traps orks scream their imaginary pain way, three flares skyrocket in the air to burst into radiance, enchanted with continual light and magnified by restrictions lit up the countryside for miles.


    Ukrainians sentries open fire at the crawling orks, as they did their best to crawl out of range while being dissected by aliens in their minds.  I added an illusionary layer, since it is a modern myth, I made everyone experience being captured by alien researchers that dissect them to learn what makes an ork tick.  Orks quickly avoid the frontlines I happened to be camping at to avoid experiencing that torture.


    During the day, I made a new shell to resemble a himars strike and every ork in the phantom pain field suffer an illusionary amputation of one or more limbs from illusionary tungsten balls blowing their limbs away.  I then led the ukrainians that followed me in to capture the mewling orks and kill the few that resisted.


    The ukrainian intelligence officer was wildly estatic, the capturing of an ork forward command center intact was quite valuable in the first week of the war.  We learn of the orkian plans and the ukrainians took step to counter those plans north of kyiv.  My prototype ogre on the second day had caught the ukrainian high command''s attention.  So now I have a squad of ukrainian soldiers following me and a intelligence officer who job was to relay anything I need.


    I''m a wizard, so I smoke pipeweed, it makes you stoned but improves your willpower.  It aids in combat spellcasting, casting spells is hard enough as is, but pipeweed help wizards focus for spellcasting.  That is why you see many veteran mages smoke the stuff.  The younger generation think it is disgusting habit.


    I was smoking pipeweed in a camp in a nation being invaded by orks, I was in a mood for slinging spells today.  My older ukrainian follower all keep the newbs in place, they know it''s best to keep their distance when I begin throwing spells at the orks.


    Last night I saw the distance search lights from a orkian fortress across the border.  I sent an invisible drone to check it out.  Build on wide rocky hill, with three rows of reinforced concrete bunkers rising up it sides.  It had everything, real dragon teeth that have been sunk a meter down, allowing two meters to stick above ground.  It''s concrete tank ditches that were ten meters wide and five meters deep.  No vehicle falling in will get out as there were no exit ramps built.


    It had enough machine guns on the first level to make it a nightmare for infantry.  On the second level were alternating cannons and large mortars that can lob shells twenty miles away.  On top was it air defense, surrounded by a thick wall with plenty of autocannons to provide support fire.


    The best orkian wizards guard these border fortress, so had magic barriers all over the place.  The biggest barrier is protecting the small circular wall that protects their air defense batteries.  No doubt the officers live in their, as it is obvious has the best magical barrier.


    I laugh when I saw the ugly thing and knew what to do for my first attack.  After I finish my pipeweed and get in a final stretch to get my muscle going.  I cast a personal barrier and activate my battlegears as well.  Did a quick check on my mana banks and see I am connected and at full capacity.


    I cast a flight spell and took off as my friendly ukrainians cheer me a good hunting.  I even toss down a smile as I departed.  Those big brothers down there are quite friendly towards me and I do not know why.  I suppose saving their lives multiple times makes them grateful.


    My first spell was a greater earthquake spell the shatter the foundation of the fortress and left many gaping cracks in their carefully created border fortress. Their defensive barriers provided little protection as I pump all the manabanks to cause maximum area damage.  To top it off, I then casted a greater volcanic eruption spell the blew the entire fortress to bits.


    Lava pour out of every window in the fortress, ensuring the border fortress was completely unusable.  Munitions detonating create new holes for lava to pour out of. Eventually the volcano spell ended and the lava cooled off to encase ninty percent of the fortress in new rock.  A multi billion ork fortress now completely useless.


    I posted a pic of the fortress with < to my greater volcanic spell to make my fans laugh.  The madman of orkia ranting for does, but with the bounty so high as it is, he did not raise it any further to my dissappointment.


    A month later, Mena ogre was born, an early april morning, the orks were forced to battle my third ogre.  I liked the battleship design as it was more mobile than the squared foundation I used for kyiv.  Like all previous ogres, my helpful ukrainian followers spent the last nightly hours painting ukrainian colors.  But this time, it was not striped in blue and yellow, now a big bold one stripe of blue cover the deck and up and single yellow to covering the foundation half.  Though they did paint the top half of the forward and backward plows blue.  Maybe they wanted orks watching their rear view mirrors understand ukraine was chasing them.


    Looking professional for the first time, the Mena ogre really took the stage as it blasted away with thirty built in turrets.  Increasing the cannons survivability as they are no longer exposed to direct fire. Twenty popup missile launchers and a ridiculous two hundred machine guns for point defense.  With auto targeting homming magic ammoed munitions, the Mena ogre finally honored the game it was derived from.


    Incoming shells and missiles were riddled to pieces before they could detonate on Mena''s protective barrier.  Three days of battling before the ork amassed enough fire power to bring Mena finally down.  Their key to victory this time was bringing enough mages to bring down Mena''s barrier.  To avenge Mena, I incinerated all the participating enemy mages by creating a storm of lightning bolts that turn the twenty three ork mages into piles of ash.  The madman promptly double my bounty.

 Chapter Seven - Shyroke the fourth

    After clearing the orks north of kyiv, I head down to kherson to help stop the flood of orks and ended up building my forth ogre south of Shyroke that cause a massive meltdown on orkish troops.  This time I installed a single s-three hundred launcher on top of the ogre so it can wage counter battery fire with orkish artillery.  Not to mention destroying any valuable orkian asset within it''s sleightly boosted three hundred mile range.


    With satalites and divining magic, the Shyroke the fourth ogre was pounding orkian depots, airfields and valuable vehicles at a constant rate of fire of every nine seconds that took it to generate the three hundred milimeter missiles.  When the orks realize this, they sent everything they had to knock out the Shyroke the fourth.  Losing armor vehicles and troops equal to the loses they took taking down the first three ogres combined.


    I had the nato issue a warning that using tactical nukes was the bottom line and do not cross it.  With the ork hands tied, they sacrificed three battalions just to keep it busy until they they gathered enough artillery to begin a costly slugfest.


    It was not pretty for the orkish artiller crews, they were be massacred as fast they they can arrive.  The orks can see Shyroke''s barrier shield is starting to crack and started cheering.  But they just could not field artillery pieces faster than they were losing due to counter artillery fire from it''s eighty one heavy mortars specifically design for counter battery fire.  Did you really think one s-three hundred was all I installed for counter battery?


    With it''s enhanced magically inscripted range of one hundred miles.  Using hundreds of combat droned as eyes in the sky, Shyroke the four was destroying the best orkish artillery before they can even set up and fire.  After the first twenty four hours, the orks took a total loss and the whole western world went to whooping in joy at the blurry thing on the television that was total upgrade technique in ogre construction.


    The orks had lost six battalions of infanty, three squadrons of bombers and three battalions of artillery on the first day.  They only damage they did was crack the protective barrier a little.  The militaries around the world was in awe.  I had asked the ukrainians for gather as much orkish junk in one location so I build my last ogre.


    My friendly ukrainians shipped orkish scrap metal from all battle fronts just to see what I can.  I had complained that I did not have enough metal for Mena last time, and had to make do.  They had thought my third ogre was a complete success.  Ukrainian high command had remember this and took action to fulfill their curiosty and wanted to know what I can do with enough metal on hand.


    They were shocked that I had spend days setting up constructed magic spell.  But once I was done I shocked them once more as I melted all the orkish crap in one go and poured into the magic mold I had contructed around a magic turbine.  The newest magic turbine model, the same output as before but only eighty one percent of the orginal mass, allowing for a specialized heavy vehicle to carry them as mobile power stations.


    I had enough to power in Shyroke to power a small city of thirty thousand.  So it was no wonder the orks only crack the protective barrier.  I made sure this time Shyroke has power to spare, I decided not to use tracks, and enchanted the whole thing with levitation magic.  I also had a back up system against magical dispelling and toss enough anti gravity crystals to lift the whole thing by nine meters.


    I had a bunch of popdown turrets to keep orkish infantry busy just for fun, after all, they did not any portable weapons that could do any damage it''s three meter thick bottom armor plating.  I made a floating armored paramid with a powerful energy cannon on it''s elongated frontal corner.


    Due to having the energy cannon fit into this diagonal lenth that been extended double the distance of the central paramid.  The energy cannon had a line of sight targeting up to five hundred miles out.  It was shoot at aircraft parked deep in orkian territory.  The orkian high command was throwing fits for that.


    I laughed the day the orks claim bio engineered mosquitos breed to attack orks with various deadly diseases.  So trade towers in the states used transit gates to remove entire nests of fire ant colonies and store them in a subspace world took awhile, but to cleared all the nests in north america using magical divination to locate every last queen took nearly two months to complete.


    So the day before I left ukraine to begin my breakthough to stage seven.  I dumped the billions upon billions of fire ants using kamakazi drones with the one square meter of void storage filled with angry fire ants instead of high explosives for fun.  Of course I was not stupid to release any queens, those I killed off, keeping about a hundred for experiments in their new subspace home.  Charming fire ant queens is a simply matter, getting their brood to listen is another story.


    Before entering my close door cultivation, I read a report saying the orks were force to abandon nearly a hundred miles of frontline and retreat.  The swarming fire ants had drove them out of the trenches and bunkers.  I had drones spraying queen pheremones eastward, which cause the fire ants to follow the retreating orks.  Mass charm spells were use to enhance the fire ants desire to find their queens, ensure they all headed into ork territories.


    Ork high command began carpet bombing the creeping doom of fire ants that carpeted the land in red in an vain attempt to annihilate the swarms tiny angry insects.  They pulled thermobaric artillery from all over to quickly destroy a few swarms at a time.  But unfortunately for the orks, I asked the ukrainians to ship my smoke stack launcher ahead of time as I had equipped it with a counter battery radar to turn dozen ork tos launchers to scrap.


    After seeing the smoke stack launcher still in operation and was named Mega Smasher in red.  I updated it so it could churn out a shell every three minutes by adding a pair of power layers to the magic ammo restriction.  I also reset the self destruction layer so it can live three years from now.


    I also notice some damage from multi attempt of ork counter battery fire.  So I added a barrier that extended thirty meters around launcher to help protect the crew and tow vehicle.  I also added a layer that provided ninty percent sound dampening to safe guard the crews ears.  Though ukrainian frontline soldiers no longer cheer whenever the mega smasher fired.  So the switch to cheering when the see the tell tale sign of mega smasher''s three ton shell exploding behind orkish lines.


    The orks soon realize the trap and retreated, leaving the fire ants to swarm east following the pheremones the drones keep spraying to guide the carpet of fire ants further east in a vain attempt to locate their lost queens.  Orks attempts to vilify me only made the west laugh, they already been told of my prank.  No enhancements and no queens, the fire ants simply follow the scent of queen pheremones that invisible drones were spraying.


    The nearly three months, the orks did every thing to could to stop the fire ants from marching east.  Ditches filled with water, entire fields set on fire, nothing worked.  Sure they killed hundreds of millions of fire ants, but there were still several billions remaining.  The first month the rest of the world thought it was funny.


    Especially the ukrainian soldiers who cautiously moved a safe distance behind the billions of fire ants. No one had expect my prank to devastate a hundred miles of frontlines and forced the orks to constantly retreat until they began heavily spraying chinese pesticides a month later. The orks had used up their own stocks of pesticides a week earlier on the flanks to stop the fire ant swarms from spreading.


    But the next month had sober the world as the number of gruesome deaths of orks covered in fire ants painted a bleak picture.  With help from china, they use enormous amounts of pesticides to finally wipe out the fire ant menance.  It was not really necessary as many of the smaller workers were already dying in droves as they reach the end of their life spans.  In the end, underworld corporation promised the world it will never use fire ants to prank another nation.


    Many nations began contacting underworld corporation for invasive species removal.  Money in the bag so to speak.


    While the west laugh it up with my childish prank, especially in the newly freed southern states that no longer have to worry about fire ants for the time being.  They began enacting safety laws to locate and destroy any new fire ant nest to slow down the next invasion of the stinging ants.


    The orks on the other hand claim I had used biological weapon against them.  I had ensure the west and especially ukraine, that no queens were release in my prank and the fire ants will die off at the end of their normal lifespans.  Since the whole world knew I went into seclusion, they could not get a reply from me.  Underworld corporation simply stated the fire ants will die normally at the end of their lifespans.


    Many wonder what new tech I would present to the world when I come out of my announced year long seclusion.  Many scientists around the world flock to underworld corporation to get in on the research, but found out to their dismay that none were being accepted at that time.  Though a select few were giving reserve spots when the current first tier citizens advance to tier two and move to the tenth floor.


    Evolved fights were boring, my mid tier five bodycrafting made it nearly impossible for anyone to harm me.  I would normally qi slap orkian evolved to death, as I was far too lazy waste effort to put on a show.  Besides, few could take a single hit from my qi enhance bodycrafting.  I did not even need to use techniques other than simply powering up a palm attack occassionally for show.  I was tempted to use the much toted kamehameha, but figure I should saved it for something big to kill.  Besides qi slaps was getting the job done turning most of the orkian evolved into blood mist which just one slap.


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    When one commentor goes "He bitch slaps orkian evolved like they are all trash!  Just how over powered is this The Reaper has Arrived dude?  I think the orks made a mistake killing his friend."  This post became popular as many wanted to put in their two cents in whenever a new toy was made.  It became the unofficial forum to discuss a new toy in action.


    I had faced this one orkian summoner who only summons one titanic beast to battle.  I guess the bigger the better was his lifestyle.  I blinked at what appears to be a frost giant about five stories tall carrying a tree trunk size steel pole to bash things with.  So using your entire magic pool to summon one combatant, I can do that too.  I was about to summon mecha godzilla, but decided to scratch that for being overkill and go with some more forty k-ish.


    I summoned a warhound titan to match it''s size and had it run around in circles peppering the giant with twin-linked Conversion Beam Dissolutor right arm and taking turn frying it with a Volkite Eradicator left arm for the easy win.  Warhammer fans around the world celebrated the arrival of the Adeptus Titanicus on earth.


    The warhound is my favorite imperial titan and own a few of metal minitures.  I should start painting again.  I''ll save the elder knights for a special occassion, they are my absolute favorite in the warhammer universe.  Which means I''ll pull them out when I want to impress.


    The post, Can I buy one?  Promptly viraled out of control.  Out of curiosity, I used divination magic to find out the militaries across the world diligently watch this post for an underworld corporate answer.  I was known to answer any original post when ever something became a reality or an impossibility with current skills.  Of course, most so called impossibilities is an out right lie, when I felt such recreated weapons should be hidden at all costs.


    After all, I did not feel like becoming the number one world menace to society. Nor did I like the idea of being called a mad scientist, even though my people were doing all the research with only a bit of my advice now and then.  If the world know my people ride modified warhounds in a newly created gladiator sports, I wonder what they would think?


    Limited to eighteen meters height and four hundred and fifty tons, hundreds of variant would be built for the new arena battles.  With if you die you get respawn at the closest hall of healing or safe zone, my people are having a blast piloting their custom made warhounds as the new gladiator sport took off like a rocket to the moon.  Which each new tournament victor being militarized by my people and final model blueprinted for replication production.


    Hey you have to remember I am currently fifteen years old and look more like thirteen due to my cultivation.  Which means I scare the living daylights out of the adults with the power that underworld corporation was showcasing during the start of the ukrainian war.  I had far too much power for my age, and not even the america could control me as I had abandoned my birth nation and raised a island in three days as a new home base.


    My people are having a fine time building new drones to test out. Using the all in one western sleek style kamakaze drones fuzed ukrainian jury rigged battle tested drones.  My people soon came up with an all in one style kamakaze drone streamlined for racing for a relatively cheap price.  With the standard armor piercing and triple explosive power restrictions, the new thunderbolt drones sold like hotcakes as donations around the world poured in as everyone wanted to see the new underworld toy in action.


    The thunderbolt drones are equip with an auto lock on once it is within one hundred meters.  Once locked on, the thunderbolt takes over control and delivery it modified eighteen pounds of armor piercing high explosive greeting.


    With high definition battlecams, the thunderbolt kamakaze drones attacks took over the internet viewing pleasure.  As the battlecam would detach a second before impact to record the spectacular killing explosion.  Since the drones are so small, fabrication restrictions can be used to mass produce them.  They are so cheap to make, because of the normal materials used, I sold them by crates of nine for three thousand dollars a crate.  Hey still got to make a buck, no matter how cheap they are.


    I sent one hundred crates to ukraine to test out, now they are pushing more of their foreign aid my way for more crates.  Orkia of course tried their best to acquire thunderbolts from third parties.  But since I sold only to western nations and require their government to contact me with all sales.  These third parties were always turned down and divination magic finally discover that many of the third parties were working for Orkian warlords.


    I promptly banned all future business with these third parties and posted the reason to nato.  Who also banned these arms dealers and companies.  Orkian warlords threw a fit seeing many of their secretly backed organizations suddenly banned from western nations.  It is just a simple matter, you mess with me and I will mess with you in return.


    The hand thrown Buzzbombs became an explosive hit with trench clearing assault teams.  When thrown, it actively seeks body heat signatures and with wind magic flies in for the boom.   With twenty seven buzzbombs for each nine hundred dollars a case of trench clearing perfection.  Thanks to some niffy restrictions from a children sports in my subspace.


    Instead of paper airplanes, children mastering in arrays would build heavy darts and use restrictions to make them fly though long range obstacle courses.  It was not hard to modify the children racing restriction into dart shape grenades that explode with three times the force of a nato grenade.  It is a no brainer to use the explosive restriction on the new grenades, on a homing grenade it is even a sweeter boom.  Because, now ukrainians dont have to worry if their throw was off.


    I learn the ukrainians were throwing buzzbombs high into the air and during the bombs decent would pick up targets and glide over to attack.  They were also using them to locate orkian snipers and enemy positions in the next wind breaks.  The assault teams demanded more of them so more foreign aid headed my way.  Orkian infantry soon became fearful of close combat as they get peppered by guided buzzing grenades.  The grenades buzz when it has lock on to a target, also gives the thrower the heads up that is has locked on a target.  Usually half way though the throw as not to give the thrower''s position away.


    With teleportation gate deliveries with pickups from either kyiv or odessa trade towers.  The ukrainian miltary were all to happy for the within twenty four hour service and quickly learn to deploy a transport hub near each trade tower for quick pickups.  That way they can deliver the new toys for their boys in the front to play with.


    Since drones were becoming a major tool for warfare in ukraine, that made me pull out my warpuppet techniques to enhance drones.  Seeing drone operators launching one drone at a time decided to create a drone carrier base on a single anti gravity crystal and install the soul of a trained hunting falcons on the twentieth floor.


    When the trained hunting falcons die, their souls are collected to use to pilot many flying tools in the underworld.  Their loyalty and temperment makes them excellent flying spirit controllers.  Then I added a cargo launcher that holds a nine rack drone launcher.  By adding a military database and friend and foe systems, plus the final safety check on drone operator permission to attack.


    The invisible enchanted and stealthed restricted Incursion Drone Carrier came into being.  It main purpose in surveillance, and is arm with a micro launcher under each wing to ambush air targets during it forty eight hour loitering time.  With it''s thermal camera, it is good day or night, and a quick change fuel cell, attached drone launcher rack, and two micro launcher tubes that can get an Incursion drone carrier back in the air in less than thirty seconds makes it a popular top seller.


    Basically, the crew can detach to drone carrier and place it on top of a new fuel cell slash weapon''s modular taking only a few seconds to rearm.  Quick check to see all weapons lights are enable and can be launch immediately.  This allow a single drone operator to set up a patrol zone and wait until the drone picks up a target to confirm a weapon launch.


    The system was so easly to use, drone operators began operating a pair of Incursion drone carriers to cover more area.  Or in a hot zone employ two Incursion drone carriers to have eighteen thunderbolt kamakaze drones on hand to work with.  Not to mention six micro missiles to take on any air threats.  The incursion drone carrier soon became the most crave drone on the market, as nato nation answer to the call of greed after learning the staggering kill the new underworld toy had accomplish during it first week of active duty.


    Of course the ork high command ranted at their losses from unknown sources.  Sixteen aircraft, twelve helocopters, sixty four missiles and over a hundred drones.  Orks if anything are stupid, they keep sending their military assets into unknown danger.  Perhaps they hope to discover what was shooting down their hardware?  But no info was published on the incursion drone carriers, in order to keep the secret that they were invisible assets that only turn visible when about to land.  While stealth restriction ensure that enemy wizards are unable to use detect invisibility to find the drones.


    Before leaving ukraine and heading back to underworld subspace for my breakthough to stage seven, I created a portable backpack shield generator.  By using a fuel cell tech, I was finally able to create a ten meter radius spherical shield that frontline soldiers can quickly deploy.  With quick change fuel cell, the portable backpack shield became a perfect defensive system for a squad of infantry.  Basically, the operator will find a good defensive spot and activate the backpack shield.  Walk arround to find the best shield location the covers the best defense area, then deploy the backpack shield on that spot and join the firefight.


    The operator, and the entire squad if they are wearing underworld military googles, will be able to see the shield power level.  So anyone with a spare fuel cell can install a new one with the standard fuel cell hookup.  Since the backpack shield has two fuel cells, it will drain one at a time, allowing operators to switch out the empty fuel cell with ease.  The backpack even have smart fuel useage, and if it detects two half empty fuel cells, it will fill the highest to full capacity to ensure the operator always has one full fuel cell for emergencies use.


    Ukrainians say one fuel cell is usually good for two or three firefights, so they have nothing but rave reviews putting the new backpack shields in the number one spot that soldiers on the frontlines want from underworld arms.


    Since most armored vehicles have magical enchantments for protection, the backpack shield was the first portable shield meant for infantry use at the squad level.  With underworld fuel cell tech having hit the streets a few years ago and now in world wide use with dozens of nations having purchase the quick and easy portable fuel cells.  With hundreds of third party power converters, nearly every western nation have adapted the fuel cell for home and vehicle uses.


    With underworld corporation selling over one hundred million tons of cheap fuel cells every year, there wont be a problem for ukraine to acquire fuel cells for their military needs.  Since all underworld vehicles and drones run on fuel cells, which come in various sizes.  From one ounce size containers to giant one ton meter tubes for ships and air planes.


    With a one to five ratio fuel economy, that is one ton of fuel cell is equal to five tons of equivalent refined fuel.  The entire western world have been slowing upgrading to fuel cells for the cheap and easy to use energy source.  Basically, underworld corporation fuel cell tech replaces a over a billion tons of western nation''s crude oil needs.


    I even have the full backing of environmentalist, as the extremely clean emmissions are only about twenty percent of crude oil fuels.  Without hydrocarbons emissions, the nature loving people are doing the best to get me to bring fuel cells to the rest of the world.  But I dont sell to communist or dictatorial  governments, it''s my bottom line.  Since fuel cells do not explode when detonated, it has become the fuel of choice for western militaries.

 Chapter Eight - A Proxy Alliance

    Orkian high command cried tons as they read the report of the staggerling losses suffered from my parting gift as I prepared to leave the real world for a year for unknown reasons.  For three months, from front to end, I had terrorized the orks with my deadly toys with the help of nearly five hundred friendly ukrainians.  For their help they were now outfitted with underworld corporate ukrainian style battle gear and the new pulsar assault rifle that underworld arms started selling.


    I finished my alchemy and headed out to find what the girls were up too.  They were cultivating slash chatting outside my workshop.  After they finishing mauling me, I go "where is Mara?"


    Becky offhanded offers "she left a bit ago to the command center to blow something up. When you started crafting, she turned on the news and saw what the orks did to Bahkmut.  We  have been blowing military targets up in orkia every day."


    Victoria jumps in with her silky voice that relaxes my soul "don''t worry husband, I made them promise to cover their tracks.  So the news just tell it as smoking problem all around orkia."  The girls began laughing, even my subspace wives are a bit crazy when if comes to real world issues.


    I''m glad my real world wives get along with my non human first three wives.  They known each other for a couple of decades now.  I remember asking the girls if I should choose some males for the last two places in our battle team.   The seven future wives adamantly refused to have any other male in the team saying they just won''t feel safe.  My divine sense recording of the time, I see Mara between the princesses.


    Then lightningbolt struck, I had a strange thought from curiosity and secretely message ''Laura dear, by any chance when Mara is inhabiting my body.  She is maybe fond of my first three wives?''


    I hear Laura''s laughter and amusingly ''oh, I thought you knew master.  She is really playful with them.  May I ask why you are asking.''  Sliding in conspiratorially to steal a cute hug.


    Yeah, she definitely learns from Mara as my left arm instinctively wraps protective around her to pat her hip and rebound ''oh my curiosity decided it wanted to confirm a hunch.  You are someone I can count on to give it to me the way I like!'' I intentionally kiss her forehead.


    She frowns her displeasure, obvious she wanted the kiss five inches lower but then realize I complimented her and lits up in a smile ''master!'' while leaning over to steal a kiss.  Yep, getting kissed is better than giving a kiss.  My right hand automatically slide up to her left breast.  Of my wives, Laura had the least amount of cellular manipulation done, she had a natural good rack that were nice and round.


    I pick us up still kissing and molesting her with qi and fly toward her bedroom.  She promptly stores her clothes into her void ring and I do the same.  I feel a cleanse spell as she like to be clean while playing. As I floated into her bed I send ''massage?'' and get the expected ''yes master!''  She turns over as I pull out a cooled massage oil in a squirt bottle.  I applied the cold oil in a generous zig zag over her back and watch her shiver delightfully before spreading the oil with both hands.


    When I first used the cleanse in front of Victoria and Laura, they have since had a special fondness of me and beg to learn the restriction.  Of course the rest of my real world wives were the same, but Victoria and Laura had a thing about dirt and germs.  So the cleanse restriction made their day every time they felt the need to be clean.  After a few years of hogging this cute attention from them, I finally relented and taught the girls the technique.  It got to the point they were deliberately getting all dirty and go in for a group hug knowing I am kind of a neat freak too.


    I walk in the command center and see Mara at the defense satalite controls.  So I began sneaking over, since I can tell she is bored and not paying attention around her.  Can''t blame her, the island is heavily defended so there is no threat.  As I sneak over I see the red flashing icon of target destroyed and wonder what she is shooting at.  I arrive to look over her shoulder and see the map of russia and with a popup video show a burning building.


    I learn over her right shoulder and tap it with my right forefinger.  When she turns over to see who it is, I plant a kiss to her pleasant surprise and prompt wraps her arms around me.  Satisfied she lets me go and I nod at the screen and ask "what is going on dear?"


    Mara sigh and goes "I''m angry so I thought I blow up a munitions factory today dear husband."  Going the dear husband route so I won''t punish her too serverly. Then realize the opportunity to stand up and snatch a clingy hug in the middle explaining.  My left arm automatically slide up and down her back caressing lightly with the tips of my fingers and thumb.  Probing for stiff muscles, when I do I began light massaging to get rid of them.  She leans in to rest her fore head my neck and mutters "master, you cheating," realizing her dear husband route is not working.


    I rebound "just taking care of your gorgeous body my love.  Consider it a husbands duty."  Besides I know they all love my light maintence every time I am alone with my wives.  The full body massages are something they all look forward too, since I use magic and qi to real get into the muscles to loosen them up.  The moans I recieve can be quite spectacular, enough for me to make it my daily routine to at least one of my wives.  That how we come what days of the tenday is used up, each girl by marriage ranking takes up the first nine days.  Then I get one day off to do what ever I want, my man cave time if you will.  If you think about it, I satisfy my nine wives in just one real time night.  Smiling at that.


    I look at the location, it''s not even close to the frontlines.  Then I notice a battle log on the right side with the number sixteen to it that raise my eyebrow a tad.  Not even gonna look and pretend I did not see the battle log button.  I toss safely "Soo...what made you angry, something I need to look into precious?"


    She smiles and give me a quick peck to my left cheek and rebounds "the orks just shelled a school!"


    I had broken into stage seven and spend over a year mastering early tier seven techniques and just finish up my crafting itch so I go "Oh, so the war is still going on?"


    Mara give me a faint smile and half close eye peering at me gives "My husband, when you go into your subspace, you really don''t think of the real world do you?"


    I shrug and return "Everyone important lives in my subspace.  Besides my war buddies, I have no interest in the real world, my dear wifey."  Besides I thought, a couple of monthe of real time was like twenty months in my subspace.  So yeah, it been awhile for me since I took interest in the real world again.


    Mara smiles and ask "What about your anime?"


    I smiled and kissed her before rewarding "I got my people interested in anime, so now I have my own home made anime to watch.  They really like the 3D anime, especially from the battle computers.  They have dozens of series going already and I like them all."  After all, they know what I like so they spend better portion of their production time making entertainment for me.


    Mara laughs and gives "you using enslaved souls and battle computers to make 3D anime?  I think you are getting out of hand with your soul techniques my husband." Then gives me a dazzling smile which draws me in and before I know it was kissing again.


    I shake away the mental fog and finally put some distance from this bewitching redhead and invoke "Besides their duties, they are free to do as they wish so long as they follow the law.  I even help them design humanoid bodies to walk around in."  I consider them loyal citizens after all, and they all see me as the master creator.


    It was strange, they all accepted the loyalty restriction to serve under me instead of freedom of living outside my personal tower.  Because I told them there are secrets that I can never tell the outside world.  A loyalty restriction will serve as pledge of oath of loyalty and provide a final defense against hacking.


    I took my time with Mara, after all, we have been married in several incarnations before.  She being the ultimate stalker, though I concede I like my favorite stalker.  Having a wife that willing to follow me though reincarnation cycle is really a great feeling to have.  She does it with her own free will, I would never ask someone to follow me.  This make me appreciate her the most of all my wives.


    I had actually came out because I was going to visit a ukrainian buddy I made in the one hundred and first mercenaries know as the Drake Dragoons.


    I was in Victoria body as usual as I went to my real world''s underworld headquarters.  My people have long since gotten used to my wives borrowing my body when they see me walk in to the command center with my usual greeting everyone with simple "Good morning people!  Anything I need to know?"  Just to tell them who I am.


    Commander Elric naturally switches to "Good morning young miss.  Nothing worth your attention."


    I scan through reports and see that idiot musk was still talking to the russians and even support them for stupid reason I can not fathom.  I nod disappointedly and go "It''s nice to hear my people can take care of themselves, not like those outsiders.  This mothfucker is a traitor! "  I pull out the report and slap it on the table, Elrik just looks at me and shrug his conscious was right smugness back at me.  "Well, at least a pro orkian if you can believe that even smart people can be fooled by that madman."


    Elrik nods agreement and toss "A smart person must be a complete idiot to be fooled by that madman.  Your world now see the madman had fool them all with his third rate army with nukes.  That is the only thing they got going for them, but seeing how their old machines malfunction.  Just how many orkian nukes can we expect to misfire?  With their luck, they liable to just nuke themselves and blame nato for it."


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    I look at one first male training partner that manage to stay the longest in the arena with me.  I really liked the guy for his dedication to serve as one of my military commanders.  Even I dont think I could beat him in a real battle, he thinks of things I never thought of trying.  He scares me a little with his chess like thinking, but we get along without any issues and consider him my first male friend in this life.  I instantly decided to let him general my personal army when I am not around and go "Lets make an alliance with ukraine and see if we can get this battleplan completed.  With that I hand him a message jade about operation Dinner with Firework with an Orbital View."


    My people nicked it (Dew Few oo vv), which in underworld trade means dastardly from the acronym syllables.  A few of my staff begin chuckling and I play dumb to watch their expressions as they explain the acronym for the operation means dastardly in underworld trade.


    I watch Elrik skim though the message jade and go "Your going to host a dinner party in orbit and watch me lit up orkian at night young miss?"


    I return "I thought it would be a perfect way to host nato in the first orbital cruise. I am sure that nato would enjoy the view."  Besides, I have something important to discuss with their military minds.  I look at the divining magic report that was forwarded to various world powers and ask them to confirm with their own diviners and then send a military representative to the dinner cruise to discuss our options.


    They of course wanted the aliens arrival secret, to avoid mass panicking.  I agree and told them I delay on the sixteen days til arrival, humanity has to know by that point.  I gave up four days for these old folks.  So I post [Any mage with divination magic visit my hometown detroit trade center and listen to a lecture on advance divination magic.  Three days of special classes are offered for the lucky few.  These classes  will never be offered again.  Tickets are now on sale at underworld auctions.  Expected to sell out fast!  Only thirty tickets offer per day."  I had newly return the detroit trade tower due to their support to the ukrainians and raise their trade relations to three.


    The top diviners of the world are obscenely rich, ninty of them dump their riches for my tickets.  I smiled and post my net worth now over a trillion dollars to shock the world, beating the entitled wannabe by a wide margin.  It''s childish, but hey, I am fifteen so cut me some slack.


    Though my divination, he is crying loads, and that makes me happy.  Calling my stuff alien tech was out of line.  Just american ingenuity with some really ancient memories to work with.  Plus the qi energy system as the extra bonus to support the mana system the earth had.  I was one of the few on earth that can use more than one energy system under their control.


    I summon mister Zelenski for a formal diplomatic meeting that shocked the world and was invited to Warsaw trade tower for the weekend meeting.  He was also allowed to bring his own media team to film the meeting and was giving three days in advance notice.  I rarely gave more than a days notice, so giving Zelenski three days had stunned the super powers and nobles of the world.


    The world was shocked, the young soldier that fought for the first three months was the owner of Underworld Corporation!  Not only that I was greeting mister Zelenski like an old friend, but even patting the older man''s shoulders in a friendly fashion.


    Remembering last we parted, he gave me a bunch of medals for fighting for keiv from day one. I waved off the medals, not accepting them out of being on a revenge kick that happened to helping the ukrainians.  I remember telling him "I have a commitment, so I must be leaving the war for about a year.  I hope you can finish before I return, that way we can celebrate over dinner.  As a reward, I''ll even cook the dinner if I dont have to kill another ork!"


    Zelenski goes "Thanks for all the help little brother.  I have heard of your cooking, I will do my best, but you know what I am dealing with."


    I had laugh and went with "Yeah, kill a horde and another two show up!"  Shook his hands one last time and teleported into my subspace and begun closed doors for breakthough to stage seven!


    Now that I had finish training my new techniques and hobbies to their new masteries, I went out to catch up with the real world.  I had been a eleven years in my subspace to complete my studies and look forward to all the new cultivation wines I had aging.  Not to mention plenty of new spiritual meals stored away as my provisions.  I was set to return to see what my citizens where up too and bump into my wives at their usual play and promptly jump me in joy for seeing me out of my workshop finally.


    I pretend innocence and toss "What the occasion?" As I recieve my usual great kisses.


    They laugh and all say it because I''m out of my cave finally, saying it''s been nearly three tendays since I last came out.  They all sleep with me every night, so it not like they miss me and thought maybe I should leave my cave more often to enjoy this kind of enthusiastic greetings.


    It took time to satisfy my favorite fan girls, but not complaining, just telling.  Keeping in clean this time.  Hehe.  Once I settled in and requested the formal meeting, while idling playing with the only medal I took.  It was made by ukrainian juniors naming me honorary junior of ukraine.  Being rewarded by my urkainian peers had to be at least taken seriously.  Besides, the entire generation of ukrainians peers was honoring me, how could I not think that was cool.  Who cares what the grown up thinks, ukrainians my age was honoring me.


    I smiled as I watch mister Zelenski walk into Warsaw trade tower front door and greet him with a handshake and suffer his old man''s hug.  He is very happy to see me, not that fake stuff he uses and goes "Good to see you little brother!" We roleplay our parts to the world, but seriously more friendly than any expected.  Considering my warlock formal black and silver ttire contrasting to Zelenski''s black suit.


    During the brief hug, he notice the urkainian badge the young man was wearing.  I also the strange uniform was unyeiding to his touch like it was armor rather than clothing and whispers "This is some expensive clothing your are wearing."


    I grin and return "I evolved and got new techniques, what I am wearing is called essenseweave.  It''s something I plan to sell in the future.  I got a blacksuit one for you." I hand him a black plasmetal thick chain bracelet and give "All you need to do now is give it a drop of your blood to recognized you and hand him an automactic needle to press down on his thumb.


    So the world watch Zelenski play with his new toy black suit and not getting it as we were obviously whispering to avoid being heard as he goes "It a little heavy, but I can get used to it little brother."


    I rebound "Well get used to it, my recent divining on what I should give you a gift tells me you will need it."  I grin at him in with the cheekiness of a kid over his elders.  Having survived mulitiple assassination attempts I see a grateful man before me.


    As we lift up on a floating disc,  his curiosty goes "Just how strong is your gift?"


    I look at him seriously and go "If the orks nuke kyiv one day, I will collect your undamaged black suit and bury it as your memorial."


    I watch the old man take this in and goes "Thanks little brother, guess I just have to worry about a head shot."


    I look at him funny and return "As long as you are wearing this black suit, there is an invisible magic barrier protecting you.  You can now survive a direct hit from an anti tank round, but do not go running to the frontlines.  It''s power source is limited, but regenerates slowly over time.  I am working toward improving this new personal defense tech for the rich folks.  Though a cheaper military version is in the works as well."


    I watch this friendly old guy''s eyes light up at that news.  It''s not like the world do not have magical armor for their troops, but it the weak ass plus one to plus three nonsense from a ultra basic magic system.  I am glad I had awoken in a previous world with an advance magic system and did not have to work my way up like the people of this world have the pleasure of enjoying.  I am tempted to give them a better magical systems, but nothing is free and wonder what the world would give me for it.


    But that is a future decision to make, and I was not about to weaking my monopoly on advance magical techniques.  Mainly the ability to add skills to magical equipment that modern gamers enjoy.  While buy a plus one weapon vs undead when you can buy a light affinity weapon that affects all evil creatures.  Depending on weapon quality, can have up to five magical skills you can activate by spending a portion of your mana.


    Top adventurers in the world are paying me tons for custom set gears.  But I am too lazy to craft such low level mortal gears.  So my people took over the bulk of custom jobs and milking as much as they can for their work. Eventually, the black suit essencewear armor was nicknamed Wick''s black suit by satisfied customer comments.


    I nod and return "I see the war with ork still rages, do you need any help?"


    I rebound "If everyone else is afraid to get envolved with proxie wars, then how about we make a proxy alliance?" I raise my right hand for a handshake.


    Zelenski grins and takes my hand for a vigous shake and goes "Let''s defy world order, proxy alliance it is.  So, now we are allies, what can you help with?"


    I look at my fancam and  go "Well you heard mister Zelenski, how many are willing to go for hazard pay into the real world and help me out in my alliance with ukraine.  Since it is a proxy alliance in a proxy war, I can only ask for proxy volunteers to fight for me.  I am looking to form several proxy batallions of scarabs and at least three companies of war skiffs."


    After getting bombarded with volunteers answering to the call, I go "I''ll  let set up a volunteer air wing for you, I''ll pay them well with bonus for kills.  My people have already began recruiting for one hundred combat exerienced pilots from around the world.  They have already sign over eighty contracts and began flight training with their new fighters.  They should be ready in about a month or so, as the new fighters are based on the f-sixteens they used to fly."


    Zelenski is shock but happy, and also confuse about the scarabs and war skiffs and goes "You really supplying troops?!"


    I go "Ideally I would want three divisions of scarabs..." I watch the volunteer counter go up and I see I am well over seven division already of the nine I had ask for.  Operational battle plan dinner with fireworks from orbital view was only two divisions short for becoming an available option.  "Oh, I just recieved word that I have fully staff these three proxy divisions and now going through operational training.  But what I need on your end is ambassadorial lands so I can put trade tower in northeastern keiv?"


    The world was shock as every western nations wanted me to build a trade tower in the nation, and more than one if possible.  So providing ukraine with a trade tower made a lot of waiting nations grow jelly.  Zelenski was more than happy and he pumped my hand in agreement, as if afraid I would retract my offer.


    With that approval I sent a teams to contruct the foundation and once completed use the teleport to other trade tower and move a former american trade tower to warsaw trade tower.  Then the trade tower levitated it''s way towards the ukrainian border.  The world was shock as they learn the real reason why there is no fourth and fifth floors on underworld trade towers.  The giant support pillar was actually the strut of a massive landing column connected to a low reverse paramid that sits on the armored roof of the third floor. The landing column the reaches the nine floor above the foundation base, it serves to keep the trade tower from falling over when it''s levitation magic is turn off.


    Well, that is what is says on paper, but in reality, the tower will magically fuse with the landing column to ensure a solid foundation.  Then unfused when the trade tower needs to move, with an armored iris the seal the bottom of the trade tower.

 Chapter Nine - Hair Raising Fun

    After hearing about orkian minefields, I my people produce ninty milimeter heavy mortar that fire seismic rounds.  These explode below the minefield and sends out a destructive pulse that detonates mines in a thirty meter radius with lessor effect up to fifty meters.  It a fairly amazing sight on slow moe as the expanding seismic shockwave cause mines to detonate.


    The Shockwave Mortar is enhance by a gravity press restriction that crushes the mines that survive the shockwave.  With this dual attack, clearing minefields with magical means is a piece of cake.  I had it designed to fit into any heavy flatbed truck and shipped thirty of the heavy mortars with a hundred round each to help blow openings in the orkian minefields.


    Mobile missile defense droids were created to provide air support before the trade towers arrived in ukraine.  It a simple all terrain buggy with a twin micro missile launcher turret with nine micro missiles each.  The turret is roughly a cubit meter in size, making the droid buggy rather small lightly armored vehicle.  Remote controlled, they sneak forward to provide anti air defenses for the frontline troops.


    The mobile missile defense droids can even link up with ukrainian air defense command and simply shows up as additional remote forward batteries with a thirty mile range.


    Using a soul technique to trap a fragment of a soul before it enters the reincarnation cycle.  Then installing them into vehicles make them ideal ai like operators for my drone army.  For example, scarabs have phantom wolves souls from the forty six floor.  It''s inherent creature advantage of night vision allows it to night as if it was day.  A flashbang bomb would be like a flash from a camera to them, might cause them to blink a few times, but that about it.  After all, it is a form of magical vision that make high energy light burst an invisible spectrum.


    One of the earliest scarab raid was an underwater adventure with a squad of nine scarab traveling on sea floor around the one to two thousand meter depths.  Their black plasmetal design more than capable of handling the pressure close to three thousand meters. By traveling the narrow strip south of crimea, the nine scarab unit scuttle their way toward southern coast of crimea, while a unit of three headed for Novorossiysk and the two nearby airfields.


    With a six scarabs spread out along the Crimea southern coast, they crabbed their way underwater until they near the beaches and use their thirty mile range of their micro missile launchers and began a simutaneous three minute bombardment on orkian military bases in southern crimean and the Novorossiysk naval yard.


    The madman of orkia was not happy with my stunning results.  Every naval asset was sunk and the entire port was up in flames.  Every southern base in crimea was hit was several volleys micro missiles, every plane and vehicles was a burning scrap pile.  As drones spotted for the micro missiles, along with satalite support.  Any military vehicle within thirty miles of the shore was a possible target.


    With nine scarabs were launching eighty one micro missiles from their nine micro launchers with a three second rate of fire.  However, big ticket items such as airplanes, tanks, anti air and radar systems all get a pair of missiles as the traditional double tap to confirm the kill.  Orkians nicknamed the micro missiles as whistling death, as the wind powered missiles create a low whistling sound in flight.


    Remembering the The Incredible Mr. Limpet, I decide to catch a pod of dolphins and train them for military use.  Then creating a underwater harness where three limpid mines was stack together with a magic spell to trigger a magnetic spell to attach the mine to a metal ship''s hull.  With charm spells and communicate with animal spells, it was easy to train the dolphins to deliver the limpid mines to one side of a ships hull to cause maximum damage.


    The limpid mines had one cubic meter of high explosives in a shape charge exploding upwards.  With an armor penetrating restriction with a boost to double the explosive might.   I planned a night raid on Novarossiysk, an hour before dawn, the pod of dolphins delivered their payload.


    Satalites showed a nightscape as various light sources dot the dark planet earth.  As the planet rotates below the the observing satalites in orbit, explosive flashes can be seen at a distance.  Catching the satalite operators attention and zooming in to see what the flashes were.  Immediately two massive fireballs can be spotted raising into the air from the remains of ships while many smaller fires were burning.


    As the the darken earth rotates more, a clear image of western bay was completely bathed in fire as what appears to be the remains of fully loaded oil tanker sinking.   A hundred meters south of the burning oil spill was the remains a freighter that was loaded with military supplies that were still cooking off.  A spectacular explosion is viewed as the freighter mid section exploded tearing it in half and the prow of the freighter quickly sinks below the waves.


    Both the oil tanker and freighter sink below the waves, but they dying exulatations filled the harbor with a sea of flames while falling munitions turned the warf into expanding inferno. The underworld satalite operation immediately sent the live stream into the news stream of paying subscribers.  Many quickly made diligently pixelated copies to post so the cheap real worlders can get updated.


    While satalites for various nation began posting their images of the sudden crisis in the orkian port.  Though only underworld satalite had recorded the first explosion for viewer pleasure.  Though a few were able to backtrack their recording to show the first explosion, none could match the crystal clearity of restriction panels.


    Of the six military ships burning, two had capsized and now showing their undamage hull sides.  One listing so badly that it would soon capsized.  The remaining three warship were burning in their docks. Orkian milboggers began crying for revenge, while the rest of the world congratulated ukraine for the surprise attack.


    Ukraine was silient about the attack, as they scambled to find who the heroes were before making an official statement.  In the end, I decided to send an envoy to secretly tell zelensky and donated six shark drones my people created.  They did not like the idea of using living dolphins, nor did I, but I was interested in experimenting and dolphins did their job beautifully.  After feeding the pod their fill of their favorite food enhanced with spiritual cooking, I let the pod go free with my thanks.


    The pod was happy to work for more food, but I gathered enough info for using dolphins as shark drone operators.  Bad on you for thinking I was sending the dolphins into real danger.  But using the smart animals to operate the new underwater drones was an interesting experiment.  The pod was more than happy to help after getting a taste of my spiritual cooking. Besides, they found piloting the underwater drones from odessa a novelty.


    Zelensky issued a statement stating the new shark drone was a collaboration project to produce the underwater drones.  Then showed a video of the new shark shaped drone deploy detachable limpid mines.  After that, many western militaries wanted to check out the shark drone.  Zelensky was more than happy to recieve new military deliveries for the cost of two shark drones with my suggestion.  Nato was more than happy, getting an advance jump into underwater drone research.  Especially one that can deliver a payload and escape.


    Ukraine recieved a much need shipment of additionial air defense systems and more long range artillery and plenty of munitions for their their new long range toys.  Also new bradleys and mine clearing vehicles and of course more ammo of various types.  The ukrainian people was more than happy about the moral boost of the new drones.  They were more than happy to ridicule the orkian milbloggers on ukrainian vitural turf.


    Of course the madmen launch an all out missile and drone attack.  With nearly fifty missiles and over sixty drones headed into ukraine next night in retaliation. But they were all shot down by unknown means, as anti air radars picked up the incoming threats.  Only just before launching anti air missiles, the incoming targets were destroy before they came into range.  Causing the ukrainian anti air crews to scratch their heads in astonishment.


    The ukrainian military was in shock after recieving a report that all missiles and drones have been shot down before entering ukrainian air space and not a single anti air missile was fired.  While the ukrainian high command scratch their heads, a video was posted about the weird strange light flashes never seen before on top of the kyiv trade tower that night as the warning sirens shook the sleeping cities awake.


    It did not take long to put the two together and nato and ukraine was knocking politely asking if the strange flashes of light had anything to do with destroying the orkian missile and drone attack.  In the end, I sent replied that each trade tower is equip with a defense energy cannon that automatically target any threat heading their way.  For civilian protection, the energy beam was calibrated to a non visible spectrum to avoid damaging civilian eyes.  The flash of light was just a security feature to tell the crew that the energy cannon had fired.


    The world was shock while ukraine went into estatic mode and celebrated the unexpected but and seriously good new air protection and promptly move air defense systems to the eastern and southern fronts with my promise to protect both cities with the three hundred mile defense range.  I was not going to tell them the trade towers were using about five percent power output.  That at full power, I could shoot pass twice lunar maximum orbit.


    The author''s content has been appropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.Of course the world went bonkers and grew envious of western nations with a underworld trade tower sitting next to their capital.  Ambassadorial lands were promptly offer from western nations still negotiating for a trade tower, as it was the first requirment for a trade tower to be built.  Since underworld corporation is now headquarter on a magically inscripted raised island in the south pacific and have been acknowledge my many nations as a sovereign nation.


    Getting free nuclear deterrant suddenly became the number one priority for nations still without a underworld trade tower.  Especially the madman''s nuclear saber rattling in recent months.  The nato nations realize a underworld trade tower is a godsend to have.  As such, many nation began recognizing underworld corporation island as a sovereign nation to get on my good side.


    Orkian high command threw fits after finding out underworld trade towers were responsible in taking down one hundred percent of the missiles and drones that night.  They even demanded I remove the trade towers, but I just replied with a laugh my ass off video of my favorite underworld anime characters laughing.  Which cause the whole world to smile at my antics.  Since I never ever reply properly to orkian demands, and just sent videos or pics on how I felt about their demands.  Which only sends the rest of the world into fits of laughter on just how disrespectful I was to the orkian federation and it''s delusional madman of a leader.


    One of the most dangerous weapons I develope was the Meteor Storm satalite cluster munitions.  Brain storming off the Project Thor idea, by adding a magical barrier to protect the rods from reentry problems and a havoc enchantment to replicate and strike up to thirty targets.  These rods from heaven proved interesting, so each underworld satalite has a void storage for twenty seven enchanted tungsten rods.


    Since the rods were more than large enough for a second enchantment, I used wind movement with homing enchants to make these rod highly accurate.  For the third enchantment I added invisibility and heavy mass enchantments to hide their launch and make them more lethal.


    For restriction I added gravity press restriction to increase their speed and crushing power.  A second layer for explosive power times three.  For ease of mind, I add a stealth restriction to ensure they are not detectable.  Then three power layers to boost the explosive restriction even further.  This is what I used to destroy the orkian trenchlines.


    Seeing the my friendly ukrainians lack air support, I ask for two hundred ukrainian volunteers to train for pilot training.  It was the same time I had ask the world for f-sixteen pilots for a mercenary volunteer air wing.  I took the ukrainians down to the tenth floor and created a new atmospheric subspace for them to train on my modified f-sixteen specters.


    Training at ten hours to one real world hours, the ukrainian volunteer pilots became experts in record time.  Instead of the mercenary plasmetal aircraft, my people had converted it to greymetal and offered the design to the ukrainian to produce.  I even provided them with graymetal production refinery to jump start their greymetal reserves while they begin building a pair specter factories.


    I even had kyiv trade tower transit mine a cavern system in the mountains north of Novomalyn so it can not be bombed.  Since it was built in the relatively safety of western ukraine and protected by mountains.  I even had my people install a wide area illusion barrier so spy satalites would be useless.  I had even donated nine magic turbines to power the greymetal refinery and pair of specter factories with seven magic turbines to spare.  I figure my friendly ukrainians could use the extra power during winter.


    Even though much of the factories are automated, it took time to train the people who would work the refinery and factories. My people also began producing greymetal specters as training was faster than the ukrainians could build.  After all it only took a month to train the first batch of ukrainian pilots to near expert level with ten months of subspace advance training.


    Since I could not let the fresh pilots sit out while waiting of the factories to produce the needed spectors.  I had my people build one hundred greymetal ones, so the ukrainians can take shifts flying sorties.  Along with the volunteer air wing, orkian air assets became a thing of the past.  Ukraine gain total air superiority as they now had one hundred of fifty new specters in the air.


    As they had decide to rotate their new pilots into shifts of six hours.  The eager new pilots push their stamina in order to spank any orkian air asset out of the sky.  Planes, missiles and drones were being destroyed before reaching ukrainians lines.  My ukrainian battle brothers and sisters cheered at the new ukrainian owned skies.


    Orkish armor took a beating, most were destroyed before reaching the range of ukrainian artillery.  They pilots were kind enough to let a few get though so the artillery crew could have some action.  The artillery commander complained that he has nothing to shoot but orkish infantry and getting bored.  So ukrainian airforce commander sent down an order to let a few though so the boys on the ground can have some fun.


    It was decided to let about ten percent though, which the mercenaries complained for allowing money to escape.  Then I gave the volunteers a mission, let exactly ten percent though, we will have your battle computers to shut down your weapon systems when you get close to ten percent.  Then randomly select pilots to get to exactly ten percent you all get your max kills in.


    Then I will give you all ten percent of the share I am getting from the artillery commander.  It should come to about roughly even, so no loss to you but I score an acceptable bonus.  The volunteers all cheered for the guy who hired them for the cushiest job ever.  They were totally onboard to help their new employee out.


    They were in flying shielded tanks and felt it impossibly safe, despite flying combat mission daily.  Any thing that gets pass the shields barely put a dent in the specter they were flying.  One specter even had six dents after the first day. It became status symbol, any one who flies it must earn three dents in a single mission to join a special club of dare devil pilots.


    Of course they did not mean they did not practice three dents within six hours cultology, but soon spread amoung the volunteers.  But soon realize it was hard to do as ground collusions did not count.  They soon realize they had to enter orkian airspace to get those dents.  Volunteers began crossing the border when they ask if they could.  I said yes, since I had officially declared war only a week ago.  I see no reason holding back.


    The volunteer understood where the dents come from.  Orkian fortress along their borders and their very big guns.  Presenting themselves as targets was hair raising fun.  Being hit by such big shells was instinctly suicidal for the volunteers.  But the daredevil pilots club cursed the inacurate shells.  They are flying slowly as permitted to the orks down below a better chance to hit.


    One of the volunteers cursed the auto micro missile defenses.  But quickly informed by their battle comupter that the warheads of the incoming missile not enough to scratch the hull of the specter.  Therefore, the auto battery fire is clear their vision as much as possiple.  Giving them the best chance to steer your way for a collision with one the massive shells the orks were throwing up into the sky hoping to hit a specter.


    It did not take long for orks to fear flying any where near their own borders.  As every ork pilot that flew to assist a border fortress had been shot down by an high explosive missile that tore apart any ork air asset into pieces.  Anti air micro missiles are designed to punch into the fusilage and detonated inside.  The high explosives is more than enough blow the any orkian aircraft in half, more likely in pieces for the smaller aircraft.


    The orks stupidly reinforce and repaired their border fortresses. They had two within range of ukraine, so the volunteers were pulling in a lot of bonus money with their weekly raids.


    The first group of orkian backed terrorists was frozen in place as security field drop over them and sealed them in place by a barrier one inch from the skin locking them in place.  The guns and explosives they carried was detected early on, allowed to wonder free unless they try to enter the main gates.  Anyone armed or carrying explosives would be contained for questioning.  After all, since underworld trade towers is in ambassadorial lands, bringing weapons of any kind would question your sanity .


    But battle computers quickly interview the bystanders before finally letting them go.  I''ve been trying to break by the book mentally the battle computers have.


    Since I had a chance to modify a Mark forty eight torpedo, I sent the blueprint and ask to make drone using the torpedo as a base.  They cut down on the size, as fuel cell tech reduce the fuel tank the size of a forearm. With five times the explosive power, the Barracuda torpedo drone with a nine hundred mile range turn the black sea into a death trap for orkian ships.


    With it''s ninty thousand price tag, ukraine purchase enough to sink the entire black sea fleet.  Then ended up using ten barracudas to sink three defending ships of the crimean bridge and take out six support columns.  Though only three of the column had completely collapse, while the other three was so badly damage, they would need to be completely replaced.


    The railway had lost one support column causing the two adjacent rail spans to collapse into the sea.  While the bridge suffer the loss of two columns, causing four bridge spans to collapse as well.  I heard the madman of orkian fainted when the news hit him and when he woke up, ranted for the rest of the day and rattle the nuclear sabre for a few days.


    After the ranting, nato up it security level to it''s highest level to counter threaten the madman.  The madman''s nuclear threats for the past few day had violated everyone''s bottem line.  Since ukraine purchase the barracudas secretly, the madman could only blame nato for supplying the drones.  I even sold ukraine a small torpedo drone making factory that can churn out one drone every month.


    With my suggestion, ukraine produce a video of their new drone torpedo factory hidden somewhere in western ukraine.  This finally ended the nuclear sabre rattling and made the orkian navy flee north of the crimean bridge.  However, I gave a six hundred mile version with the normal twenty one feet length and ukraine name their version the Mosasaur torpedo drone after a particularily dangerous underwater dinosaur that lived in the black sea after learning I liked dinosaurs.


    With about four hundred fifty miles from odessa to novorossiysk, the mosasaur torpedo drone had plenty of maneuver room to play with.  Though it lack the stealth restriction that the barracuda has, the Mosasaur could dive up to a three hundred meters and cruise at around one hundred and twenty miles per hour.  It was so easy to pilot the drone once they reach it''s destination, that zelensky was viraled guiding their first mosasaur into a damage support column on the crimean bridge and drop another two spans of railroad.


    Since I never put the barracuda drones on underworld arms market, the world naturally assume it was the brainchild of the ukrainians.  I even congratulated the ukrainians for using the first torpedo drones, as I already have far too many stalkers after my tech.  Zelenski was more than happy to keep it a secret, after all I been sending them highly effective weapons that were much cheaper than western arms.


    Ukaine was more than happy to have renamed mosasaurs drone for future sales and never mention underworld corporation''s help.  I was already starting to withdraw from the ground war with the orks.  Three months of fighting for revenge had coming to an end and my people wanted me back to work on research and developed the several new breakthoughs that I have waiting for.  But more importantly, I been feeling the boundary to stage seven is creepy ever closer.  So I needed to go into close door cultivation soon.

 Chapter Ten - A Non Nuclear Armed Sovereign Nation

    Aftering raising a volcano and refining it into a three hundred mile ring of mountains protecting thirty islands.  It took a week to turn it all into a tropical paradise with terriforming restrictions going full bore.  When all the steam finally disappeared to show the world what I had created.  The shit hit the fan as nations of the world was simply stunned when underworld corporation announce it''s new headquarters and sovereign territory.  Then post a no fly zone over my entire air space, then posted the reason on the headquarters web sitethat the island was defended by automated defenses.


    Apparently some person does not read and sent a spy plane to over fly my island.  It was promptly shot down as a coherent light beam shot out from the nearest white tower and split the plane in half as it entered underworld no fly air space.  Of course it caused the the orkian madman who can''t read to throw his usual tantrum for shooting down his plane.  My reply stun the world "I posted the reason for the no fly zone in underworld corporate web site because of automated anti air defenses.  Not my fault you can not read.  Now it is my turn."  Then cut the broadcast like I can''t be trouble by such nonsense and launch three missiles.


    Orkian media soon began laughing as all three missiles headed east saying I can''t aim properly.  The whole world watch as the three missile flew around south america and enter the atlantic ocean.  Then proceeded through the straight of gibraltar, swing around Sicily, then Crete and finally though the Boshorus.  As they enter the black sea, the cruise missiles split up as russian missile barrage attempt to shoot them down.


    The mach ten thunderbolt cruise missiles evade the incoming intercepters with eases as they switch to invisibilty and stealth mode.  The central missile hit crymea with nine warheads, plus the nose cone and booster allows me to take out eleven targets.  So I hit an airfield and took out six planes, a munition depot, a fuel depot, and four of their useless air defenses.


    The east bound thunderbolt took out the crimean bridge by destroy four support columns for the railroad and five points where two road sections are connected.  With pin point accuracy, why destroy one section when I can send two section of railway or roadways into the sea. The weaker nose cone damage a rail support while the booster slammed into rail support a hundred meters from the russian coast in a spectacular ball of fire.  Causing the adjacent road to collapse into the sea to shock the world.


    The northbound thunderbolt cruise into ukaine and run above the russian frontlines.  Under intense anti air fire, the thunderbolt weave it way above the frontline in a dance of death.  Dodging missile and flak, instead of nine warheads, this one was equip with two pairs of micro launchers.  With a three second fire rate, four micro missile rain down on russian armor and artillery.


    To add insult to injury, I order the third thunderbolt to double back before reaching russian soil.  It went over the entire russian frontlines once more, but ten miles deeper than the first run.  The devastation cause by this one thunderbolt shocked the world.  For the first time, the world understood just how powerful my magic ammo inscription was.  Well, I kind of cheated a little by using an invisibilty restriction on the thunderbolt.  It only lasted two seconds with a three second cool down.  But with it''s hypersonic maneuverability, it made the cruise missile to jump around and appear and disappear making it impossible for anti air units to lock on.


    Then showed a satalite feed of the heavy damage thunderbolt, it had suffered what should be several kill hits was happily dodging anti air munition while dispensing micro missile mayheim.  The left tail was just gone along with part of the engine exhaust and a large hole on it right side.  It was finally shot down a minute into it''s third run.  The devastation my attack left the world stunned, with a madman foaming a tantrum for the world to see.


    I promptly send a request for a hundred former f-sixteen pilots to become a volunteer airforce.  They will be flying underworld corporate redesigned f-sixteen airplane.  Term of service is three months, with hazard pay and kill bonus, and a one hundred k life insurance as a bonus.  Then posted the Specter, a black aircraft that had little resemblance of the f-sixteens that they were base after.  Until the cockpit was shown, it was definitely a heavily modified f-sixteen cockpit.  The stats stunned anyone who knew the aircraft, across the board improvements as much as thirty percent in some cases.


    Russian media jump on it with vengence stating the impossible numbers, especially its standard armaments being fives times what an f-sixteen maximum carry load.  Until I posted a zoom image of the Specter discription stating the use of void containers for each hardpoint. Then a new image from underworld library which show void containers is a miniature subspace design to hold items like a magic bag of holding.


    When the pilots arrived and saw just how small the Specter was, they were a bit surprise until they got in and flew them with no problem.  They found out the listed stats were correct and found the fighter craft a pleasure to fly.  Mainly because the protective barrier also remove wind resistance and g-forces, and turning into a video game.  Within a week they has easily mastered flying the Specters so I contacted Ukaine and ask for a meeting with Zelensky during his visit to britain.


    Long story short, I arrive with the idea of forming a military alliance so I can join in the counter offensive.  Of course, various ambassadors jump on my idea saying it is a proxy war and I should not get involved.  I was angry, as I feel I was involved from day one when my friend and his family died from a stray missile.  I had spend three months seeking revenge until my people ask me to return.  So I walked over to Zelensky and offer him a proxy military alliance and a proxy army, Zelensky smiled and shook my hand in agreement.  The shocked expressions of ambassadors was evident, my way of doing things was just too shocking.


    With a handshake agreement, I informed Zelensky I will send the new underworld mercenary air wing of fifty Specters and one hundred pilots to support the counter offensive.  I gave a picture of the pitch black aircraft with ukrainian flag painted on both sides to help against friendly fire.  I also requested construction of base foundation for a trade city northeast of Keiv and east of Odessa.  Even handing over papers indicating my choosen contruction sites.  I watch everyones eyes lit up upon my mentioning of two trade towers, but I can see Zelensky''s overwhelming happy grin.  To avoid the fallout from the ambassadors, I simply saluted Zelensky and teleported away, freeing myself of having to explain my actions.


    The madman then launch sixteen ballistic missile at me three days later, appearantly voicing his displeasure about my support with the most childish response.  With divining magic, I see they are non nuclear and order them disable.  As soon as they came within line of sight, sixteen short beams of invisible light pierce though their boosters.  Causing flames to vent in violent splurt that cause the missiles to corkscrew into the sea.  Since I had satalite record it all and then post it for the world to see and pop in live with laughter, then offer "Orkian missile tech is so bad.  Since I was attacked, I hearby officially announce a declaration of war against the russian federation and now return fire.  I''ll show you want real missile tech is like." I do my usual cut off broadcasting live and launch forty eight missiles as return fire.  If you attack me, I return it three fold was listed in underworld corporation web site.


    This time, I aim for their east coast and completely sink their pacific fleet and caught a few of their submarines.  With so many of their naval ships, airfields and other bases going offline from four hundred thirty two warheads striking individual targets.  The madman finally glad to make use of his recent nuclear saber rattling order a nuke strike, three missile took off from the closet silos.  The world went bonkers as new flash that russans had finally launched nukes.  However, most people set their attention in ukraine only to realize the launch came from south eastern russia.


    It was short lived, as my defensive satalites in orbit targeted and disables the missiles.  The east most icbm sudden began drifting eastwards as if it could not get enough thrust.  Then the west most icbm began corkskrewing westwards to the shock of the satalite viewers.  Those watch with military radars peeled their eye on the central icbm and notice the missile seems to hover at the ten thousand mark and wonder why.  Those who were watching the live satalite feed saw the icbm''s booster cut on and off a half dozen times before going out all together and fall back to the earth in a nose dive.


    The fifth nuclear detonation shook the world landing just shy of china.  The russians had plan to launch six icbms, but three of the silos had hatches that partially opened.  Thanks to defense satalites melting the hinges.  So when the first two detonated, it cause two of these ready to launch to follow suit.  Condemation for launching nukes and laughter at poor russian rocket science filled the air.  The sixth nuke was a dud, half cram out of it''s silo hatchway.


    But then the world cried foul as I launch nineteen more missiles.  The world watch as the ten missile arrive at the fifth nuclear site it lit up with what appears to be nuclear explosions.  A whole lot of nation began condeming me for escalating a nuclear conflict.  Though many wonder why I was attack the two nuked locations and wisely keep their mouth shut.


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    I simply post underworld corporation website, in which I zoom in under the title which read ''A non nuclear armed sovereign nation.''


    Then promptly reduce the condeming nations trade relations to two points.  Since they all started with three points, then the complaints rolled in as products and services increase by ten percent.  The rest of the world sigh in relief that they did not jump on the condemation wagon.  I had already sent japan I was sending anti radiation cleansing missiles in hope of protecting them from the radioactive cloud.  Glad they took it to heart and did not jump on that wagon, after all, japan is my favorite vacation spot.


    Then I posted under services, for ten million a pop the Anti Radiation Cleansing missile.  It''s definition read ''Used to clean up nuclear fallout.  It causes a chain reaction that cause radiactive particles to burn out instantly causing flash of light.  Reduce effectiveness against ground radiation.''  The world blink once, maybe twice as people began asking if such a tech existed.  But Japan launches three drones outfitted with radiation detectors and the world waited as the drones approach the radioactive clouds.


    Another group of people watch stunned as my famous thirty delta daggers took off.  Their daily runs to the moon for the past two months had shocked the space industry.  Four hours earlier than than their daily scheduled launch time.  They flew into orbit and began disabling orkian satalites with a tethered a electro dart that impales the satalites to short circuit them.  The disabled satalites were then hauled into the delta daggers cargo holds.  With hundreds of satalites recording the obvious theft of all russian satalites soon shocked the world, my response to a nuclear attack was to cripple the russian eyes in the sky was truely an oppressive move on my part.


    I prompty list for sale refurbished civilian and military satalites for pre-sales event took off like a rocket reaching for outer space.  The prices were half price, the sales pitch was ''pieces of junk not worth the orkian price tag.'' Sold them all under an hour as many nations in need of satalites jumped on the cheap offer.


    The madman in russia began a new rant of me nuking him and stealing his satalites after I posted plunder of war satallite sales. Next day confirmed that only a small percentage of radiation was detected in the clouds of fallout.  Unfortuneately, ground radiation was only lowered by forty percent, I should be thanked, but the madman just does his own ranting.


    Since I recieve no appreciation in helping to clean up his radiactive folly, it''s my turn to attack.  I sent all thirty delta dagger to the baltic sea with invisibility shields turned on.  Each carried a teleportal gate and silently flew into Kaliningrad.  I annex it within a hour as one antigrav tank division, two war skiff divisions and nine battalions of Scarab took up residence.  The annexation shocked the world once more as many wonder if a corporation can annex land.  But I simple post I was a soveign nation recognized by over thirty nations already.  So the rest of world can only linger on is this real, while many others rejoice that Kaliningrad is no longer controlled by orkia.


    Wide use of stunners allowed for the capture of nearly eighty percent of the orkian soldiers.  Those that died were those hit by micro missiles taking out their vehicles and aircraft.   I quickly made a deal with ukraine, if they take in all prisoners of war off my hands, I would build a underworld tower in east of Odessa.  They happily accept the task, as well as taking in over the thousands russians who did not swear blood oath to me.  I clean out the prisons as well, release political prisoner, incinerated the killers and rapists, and empty the prisons of the remaining small time crimals and sent them along with the prisoners of war.  Wearing prison clothes, the ukrainian soldiers lifted their eyebrows but took them in as promised.


    Of course the madman in russia began refuting my annexation as being illegal.  I just posted me giving him the finger, case closed in my book.  After all, nato is not going to let him cross over to attack me.  Nato even publicly announce it to be on happy trigger mode and dared the madman to enter nato territory.  I posted special one day operation to liberate minority groups from orkish oppression.  The world laughed as I was digging into to the orks ten day special operation of ukraine that is now going on it''s second year.


    The next day I sink three russian boomer headed for my island.  I recover their payload of nuclear warheads, I did not salvaging shitty icbms and had the scarabs dig out the individual warheads.  I made sure the scarabs record everything and made sure not to enter the submarines to respect the dead.  So the droids cut open the silo hatches and dismember the icbms for the nuclear warheads.


    I also did the same with the nuclear arsenal in Kaliningrad.  Recorded everything, and posted the underworld corporation homepage, then zoomed under the title to see it change to ''A nuclear armed sovereign nation.''  Then posted the recording and removal of all warheads.  Even posted how all the nukes in Kaliningrad was removed though a teleportal  gate and posted Kaliningrad no longer has any nukes to worry the european nations.


    Then posted a western democratic government and laws that will now be in effect in K?nigsberg, the name the people voted for.  Then posted, the inhabitants that decided to stay will receive second class underworld citizenship.  Once the unwanted was deported, the new citizens of underworld where then informed that there will be no taxes and only a ten percent wages will be deducted to aid in civil services in the region they live in.


    The world watch dumbfounded as pitch black wardrones called scarabs tore down walls and bunkers, remove minefields, etc. The scarabs are unique in using anti gravity crystals to offset ninty percent of it weight and using four legs for movement.  It can divert power to the anti gravity control restriction to reduce it''s weight by under a ton, which it can deploy retractable wheels on each leg for road used.  While on transport mode, it can reach one hundred and ten miles per hour on paved highways.


    They can fold their legs forward and backward position, allowing for efficent storage space.  For example, an civilian eighteen wheeler trailer with a proper dividing floor added can transport eighteen scarabs.  Warskiff can carry two scarab carriers, for a total of thirty six scarabs.  A warskiff command carrier can transports two squads enforcers, each supported by a unit of medical droids.  There is a warskiff infantry transport version that can seat forty soldiers comfortably.


    The scarabs four legs make it quite maneuverable off road, besides the instinctive movement of a phantom wolf.  It even programed with a more open crab slash spider movement for rough terrain.  Only two meter tall, that can duck down to a meter in height, the scarab is part of underworld corporation security forces.  Form of teams of three, with two having medium range package and one with long range support and command function.


    Created from black plasmetal and equiped magic ammo and a protective barrier, the scarab was refined from two decades of improvements inside my subspace.  It has gone though a dozen model upgrades.  With war puppet techniques, soul controlling techiques, armor and weapon enchantments supported by restrictions and arrays.  Basically the main body is hovering due to the anti gravity crystal, with the armored four legs anchoring it down to the ground.  Making the scarab and extremely agile and maneverable unit.  Combine with a cold aura restriction that extends a meter length away, scarabs moving at night becomes invisible to thermal detection.


    With underworld corporation cleaning up Kaliningrad and making it a safe place for children to run around and explore their little nation had simply stunned the world.  Most believe it was fabricated story telling typical of attention news.  But when thirty nations quickly acknowledge the annexation, the world was again shocked at sudden event.  I even made a visit, and using a recycling restriction, removed a whole lot of military building and airfields.  With a terriforming restriction, I made enough fertile fields to feed twice the population.  I also recycle the trash and remove any pollution by teleporting the toxic stuff near the sun to be incinerated.


    With internet polling of my new citizens, I promptly renamed my new territory K?nigsberg with their blessings.  While the rest of the world celebrated the return of the name, the madman of orkia ranting endlessly about my illegal annexation.  Since he has to cross nato territory to get to me new territory, I ignore him and posted fifteen year youngster led special operation is greater than sixty plus oldster led special operation to finally shut him up.


    I gave the recycled material for the civil services to use or sell.  Divided K?nigsberg into nine regions, order them to vote for a mayor and a senator.  Then made the nine senators form a ruling senate.  After donating one hundred billion to the national treasury, I withdrew my antigrav tanks and warskiffs.  Eventually ending up with one motorized division of volunteers and nine divisions of scarabs for K?nigsberg security.


    My new citizens celebrated for weeks with cries of no taxes and governance by themselves.  The only goal I gave the new senate was to become democratic and capitalistic.  Which they happily embraced despite a certain madman ranting of taking back what is his.  With a couple hundred thousand nato troops running interferance, my new citizens followed my example and just made flip him off vids and continue with their celebration.  After all, from the teleportal gates came in goods from around the world making them all drool at goods they never expected to see in their lifetimes.  Cheap too, since I dump thirty grand into each of my new citizens account so they can upgrade their lives with some guilty pleasures.


    I also ask them to tear down and replace old non historic buildings with modern ones or make into parks.  I also built an underground power plant running thirty magic turbines.  Producing twice the energy needs with zero pollution.  Actually every underworld tower is powered by a single magic turbine, of which the city it resides often purchase excess energy from my towers. On that note, I decided to build three foundations and teleport three towers to ensure my new citizens have underworld network access.  My new foreign neighbors were delighted in having access too, despite the weak reception they were getting.


    Of course they were one of the first to accept my annexation as a new world power.  So I reward the first nine nations to accept underworld corporation as a new nation with a tower and a increase in trade rating by one.  By now I had a ton of talent that had sworn their loyalty and living in my subspace as new citizens.  Many which were old men and women, now with newly restored bodies and finding themselves fit.  After a period of enjoying their new life thanks to underworld magical medical tech.  They all threw themselves at the various projects I had working on in my tenth floor military grade workshop hangers.

 Chapter Eleven - Alien Crab War Machines

    Seeing the ukraine message for silence advertisement I was waiting for, I order Gary to get his air wing ready to head over to Kiev and begin air operations in ukraine.  I get a smiley face in return, the pilots been ready and itching to go.  I have done every thing I could do to protect the pilots.  Plasmetal airframes, shields, and void container to increase loadout, and magical inscriptions to replace various mechanical systems.


    Gary hit the orcish frontlines with a vengence.  They had complete air superiority as nothing the orcs had could damage the plasmetal specters, let alone pierce though their shields.  Gary ran his air wing with four hour shifts, switching pilots with Mckinley and his pilots.  The news was filled with a ranting madman, but I just tune that out and watch specter pilots acrue a ridiculous ground kill counts.  The volunteer pilots were making a killing in bonus money, which only encourage them to farm with the expected vigor of pro gamers.


    Their live battlecams went viral as people all over the world watch fifty live stream from cockpits of the specters in action.  The militaries and the world was facinated and horrified at the devastation the specters unleashed on the russian military.  After watching a half dozen direct sam hits and the six specters continue unharmed.  I had militaries around the world soon asking if I would sell them Specters.  As if I would sell them such powerful aircraft.


    Of course, there is always the greedy idiot who defects for the money.  I am sure is was a whole lot a money. I happen to be attending video conference with nato at the time.  I get a whole lot of stares of well, what are you going to do about losing a specter look.  I sigh at their dislike of a youth in charge of nukes, tilt my head to my right and voice "who is being stolen?" I also see a message from Elsa six, but I ignore it to wait for an answer.


    They hear a female voice respond "Elsa six, young master."


    Then I accept the connecting to Elsa six and hear  "this is Elsa six young master!"


    Oh and promptly reply "nice work out there Elsa six! But right now I have an emergecy mission for you worth one hundred points, Interested?"


    I promptly hear "mission accepted young master!"


    I return with "I want you to eject the pilot and return home.  I have a new pilot for you so you can continue earning merit points."


    They hear a whoosing sound and someone screaming and hear "ejection completed, returning home young master."


    Then I go "good girl! You earn a hundred merit points for that!"


    She volleys back "thank you young master!"


    I end with "got some old people to applease, gotta go."  This followed by Esla''s chuckling before the screen returns to my face with empire at war running in my background.  A fragment of my divine sense was playing the game''s planetary invasion of Fondor as a form of tower defense.  I leave my border worlds without space defenses so I can enjoy my favorite version of tower defense in a game that was not meant to be a tower defense while I was attending the nato conference.


    Using the thrawns mod, it get invading by many factions so their is plenty of replayability.  Besides, you can play all the faction and use their units for ground defense.  The new dark empire mechanic is great, my favorite xr dash eighty five droid tank comes with it.  So any imperial faction can now have it if they game dark empire storyline.  Three of four of these bad boys can keep your base defended, supported by artillery and one or two infantry that is close to drop zones.  Then the free units from factories, makes it an interesting kind of tower defense game.


    The free meat shields from factories are my eyes for my four to five artillery units.  If you want a jedi challenge, then choose four artillery units and that way it gives you a fifty fifty chance.  Pick five artillery units for advantage and easier game.  The best worlds you want at least five factory spots, because you need to use up three spot to turn it into a tower defense game.  Well two if your are daring to go without base shields, which I was playing before the new update happen and lost that save. I had gone over a hundred turns and only lost two land battles, both to enemy force users.


    First you need the government building to build the factories.  To turn the planet into a tower defense game, the second building is the planetary shields.  Now you do have to worry about orbital bombardments and bombing runs ruining your day and turning it into a tower defense game I love.  My favorite mod used to be alliances for the engineers, but the dev keeps unbalancing the mod with new units.


    For instance airfields now pop up in the drop zone, and there is no limit.  Trouble begins when rebel heavy bombers can easily tank two anti air turrets and win and barely scratched at that.  Which each airfield spawning a heavy bomber, all the ai factions are killed off by the rebels.  So by mid game, nothing but rebels are left to fight, when there should be three or four still going strong before the airfield update.  Which means turn off the rebels and a few other factions to get a decent game, but what is the point of playing empire when I cant smack rebels around?


    So that meant going to thrawns mod and finding the different factions for ground defense interesting.  But by far my favorite is the empire for the xr eighty fives as the best planetary defenders.  Plus their artillery is great as it actually armed with anti infantry blasters that most factions do not have for their artillery.  I like the tank drones because I can get rid of the anti air unit for another tank drone since they are great for all enemy unit types.  Unlike imperial walkers, tank drones rarely chase after targets.


    Nato could not say anything since they had the full attention of another fragment of my divine sense.  Like I would waste most of my attention to a conference I did not want to attend in the first place.  Most of my attention was trying to keep up with the mental chatter of my nine wives.  But after two days of air superiority that was transending to godhood, as over thirty direct hits had been shrugged off without any appearant damage to any specter.


    I gave the old folks a good stare before tossing "Specter problem solved, what is next on the agenda?"


    Suddenly word is announce that the Nova Kakhovka dam was destroyed.  I watch the blame game begins as the old folk choose ukraine or orkia for the cause.  But, considering the growing list of the orc''s war crimes, most believe orkia was the culprit.


    The destruction of the Nova Kakhovka dam really pissed me off.  To the point that I wanted to end the war with the sheer use of might.  I should have done this when I declared war, but at the time I did not want to get too envolved in a war I had little interested in.  But the madman keeping upping the ante that he can not afford to pay.  Now I am calling his hand with a virtual plague of missiles and war machines adding to the fire of orbital bombardment.  My gloves were off finally.


    I send a division of scarabs from Odessa to aid in the rescue of trapped flood victims.  Traveling in double line on the highway eastward, they took the world off guard once more and wonder just how many scarabs did I have.  Flying ukrainian and underworld flags on the dual antennas, so everyone gave way to the fast moving Scarabs.


    Videos filled the internet as seven hundred and twenty nine scarab pour out of the Odessa, kyiv, and K?nigsberg eastern trade tower.  The two northern scarab divisions were all about inflicting damage to the orkian army.  Diverting attention away from the odessian scarab division rescue mission.


    Traveling at one hundred and ten miles an hour on highways, they soon reach the flooding dnieper and began rescue operations.  Scarabs being able submerge and work up to three thousand feet underwater had no problem entering the flooded areas.  Thousands of people were rescued as they climb on top of the main body to be delivered to dry land.  It helped that the scarabs can translate the operators words of comfort into ukrainian langauge.  The orcs began shelling the rescue operation, but soon came under orbital bombardment from my defense satalites.


    I was so pissed that the orks had no honor, I ordered a continuous bombardment that ended at sunrise along the entire orkish frontline.  The energy beams fire at a non visible light spectrum, so the orks really had no idea what was raining down on their artillery and vehicles.  In the end, a mass route of orks ensued as a second division of scarbs arrived.  As the first division had assembled a teleporation gate north of the flooding.  This division however did not participate in the rescue operations, but instead crossed the flooding dnieper as night fell.


    The K?nigsberg division cross into belegrod to secure the newly delivered nukes.  I made sure to have a defense satelite watching over the launchers, if they are stupid enough to turn them on, they will recieve an orbital greetings from an high energy cannon.  That just happens to fire in an invisible light spectrum, thanks to the stealth restriction I added to ensure no one expects my underworld communication satelites are armed to the teeth against extraterrestial threats.


    A case of literary theft: this tale is not rightfully on Amazon; if you see it, report the violation.


    Since it was a natural disaster, I order three hundred unloaded warskiffs to enter though the telportal gate to aid in the rescue operations.  This of course sent the world and militaries into a frenzy.  Sure they knew about the anti gravity crystals, but they never suspected I could outfit so many war machine already.  Warskiff was promptly listed as part of underworld securities military antigrav transport, and much to every military displeasure, also not for sale.


    As I stood in the command center watching everyone doing last minute prep work for the rescue operations.  I had a thought and ask Laura if we had all the orkian communication frequencies for both military and cilivian.


    Laura nods with "Yes husband, we have them all."


    I rub my hands and return "Most excellent, please broadcast rammstein on all their channels.  Pump it up to max so they can enjoy like true fans.  Might as well find all the popular heavy metal bands from nato nations too.  Guess we should double the number of slicer microbots."


    Slicer microbot were beetle size drones who only task was finding communication lines and cut the cable every fifty meters.  That way the orks behind their frontlines have spend the entire day either splicing the ends together or lay out new lines.  Their black shell aborbs sunlight to help recharge their batteries, and seek cover during the day by hiding in bushes to recharge for their night activities.


    Laura blinks, then smiles with "I''m on it!" Then the whole command center broke out in laughter.


    The world watch in wonder as war skiffs dance above the water, darting from house to house picking up two scores of people and animals before returning to dry land.  Eventually I had to divert five skiffs to ferry thousands of prisoners of war to free up the growning number of scarabs doing unexpected guard duty.  Since I can''t stun them, since they would fall in the flood waters and drown.  I am obligated to rescue them to avoid the roasting of a certain species of entitled.  But my wives awaken my professional pride, but I was not going to mix ukrainians civilians with orks.


    The division of scarabs quickly over runned the orcs postitions when they begin emerging from the flood waters in the middle of the night and began rampaging though the exhausted and now terrified ork surviviors. Breaking though the orkish lines to destroy their massed vehicles and depots with ease. Battlecams on underworld net proved to be an eye opener as they tore apart the orkish tenches with ease.  With phantom wolves souls serving as soul controllers, they howled and growl as they sought enemy vehicles and bunkers.  Serving to enforce the orkish belief of an alien invasion was happening.


    Six hundred scarabs pour south toward crimea and three hundred headed east munching though the orkish frontlines like ravenous monsters.  They were moving fast, not sticking around to fight time consuming evolved soldiers.  Their purpose was to destroy artillery, anti air, and armored units and reach the T2202 road. Though any command centers and depots discovered was quickly engaged by a pair of micro missiles.  I taught the phantom wolves the value of the double tap and they all took strides to make it so.


    Unfortuneately for the ork evolved, my own rankers from underworld came out to play with them.  Riding on to scarabs like the crazed battle junkies they are, until orkian evolved foolishly stick their ugly mugs out. Which they did in decent numbers, I have found out that the orkian high command had issue a bounty for scarab kills.  I was losing a few scarabs per hour, but the orkian evolved hourly losses exceeded one hundred at one point.  So I happily accept the kill ratio and order the pick up of the destroyed scarabs.


    At one point a Incursion drone carrier picks up a big ork running with scarab toss over his shoulder and I wonder just how much the madman was offering.  It did not take long for a team of assassins to catch up to the orkian evolved and finish him off to recover the damaged scarab.  Black plasmetal is easy to recycle and reused, and not all meteorite impacts make obsidian iron ore, which means earth had a limited supply to make black plasmetal.  I was only willing to use a small portion of underworld resources for the real world.


    I happily take that kill ratio and made sure to transit gate the destroyed scarabs back home to be recycled for their plasmetal.  I check on the fabrication plants and see since the start of the war I had only eighteen hundred scarab security force.  Now I see the twelveth thousand and forty first scarab come online and it''s spirit soul controller pilot the new scarab to join the deployment zone.


    Forty eight gates surrounded the deployment zone from three sides.  When a gate flashes open, the words squad, company or regiment would appear.  The closest scarabs are quickly task for the gate and the exact numbers rush for the gate with hive mind precision.  An underworld sarab division is made up of three regiments of scarabs.  Each regiment of scarab is made up of three companies of nine squads of three scarabs units.  Each scarab unit is made up of three scarabs.  So  squad has nine scarabs, a company has eight one scarabs, a regiment has two hundred and four three scarabs and last of all a division would have seven hundred and twenty nine scarab operators.


    A division of scarabs had left the kyiv and K?nigsberg trade towers at the same time as odessa and were beginning reach the orkish borders and frontlines and had spread out as they near Bakhmut.  I had brided Lithuania with a trade tower in exchange for safe passage to Belarus.  Their arrival had already been passed to the frontlines, as the scarabs swept pass ukrainian soldiers who went up in cheering.  Using micro missiles and fifty milimeter autocannon magic ammo, the scarabs assaulted the ork lines obliterating trenches and mine fields with seismic missiles as they went.  The ukrainians watch in awe as anti tank and artillery shells blast harmlessly off the scarab shields, though many were intercepted by micro missiles as well.  Putting on a dazzling good show for the exhausted ukrainians.


    The orks stood no chance as the over powered scarabs waded though their defensive lines effortless.  Quickly passing through the ork layered defenses to engage their armored vehicles. Then proceed to hunt down the artillery and anti air defense.  Occassional command center would cook off followed by ammo and fuel depots.  The devastation caused by the sudden nightime blitz cause many orks to simply flee in terror.  After watching the scarabs rip though their lines, any fight left in them surrounded by bodies of their squad mates and not one destroyed scarab.


    In the end, not many orks survived to surrender as most died from seismic missile or explosive autocannon fire.  Only when it was evident the orkian lines were in a complete route did large numbers began surrendering the the chasing scarabs.  The orks were so stubborn, costing over eighty percent death toll before recieving a collective lightbulb to surrender finally.  Those who surrendered recieve the blue bolts of stunner rounds.  The heavy stunner rounds put the surrendered orkians in a coma that can last one to two days.


    Of coarse there were complaints that I should have been using stunner rounds from the get go. But I was angry on how prisoners of wars were treated, mainly the castrated ukrainian prisoners.  So I ordered the scarabs to kill and only use stunners if an ork actually surrenders.  I simple posted back mad animals are a menace to society.  I photograph an ork foaming at the mouth with a bloody knife shouting no children for you.  I got my point across, but a few pro lifers continue to sprout their entitled nonsense forcing me to lower their nations trade value to shut their nagging.


    More like their citizens shut their mouths for me, silence is bliss after all.  People should think carefully about who they mess with, especially if the retaliation cause all your citizens to pay and extra ten percent for underworld goods and services.  Childish to the extreme, but you know what, some people just can not get it until you hit them where it counts the most.  The anger of millions of their own people.  If you mess with me in the real world, this is how I mess back, I do not play around.  Earning the ire of the world''s current crop of modern diplomats foolish first contact with a cultivator nation.


    The funny thing though, that night, calls of aliens attacking positions across the dnieper flooding orkian communications.  At first the calls for aliens attacking was laughed at, but then a few call start coming in from zaporizhzhia front.  People were laughing less until bakhmut sent combat footage of black four legged crab like creatures with shields burrowing into the command center doorway.  An underslung rotary cannon quickly ends the combat video with no doubt the destruction of the command center.


    The freshly awakened orkia''s high command remained stunned as they listen to the unending reports of bad new"...more calls about alien crab war machines were attacking from Kherson and even reports in belgorod.  Nothing worked, anti tank and artillery had no effect against the black armor.  The alien crab''s shields took combined effort to bring down, but all our weapons left nothing but blast marks with no appearant damage.  Our troops are fleeing the massacre, estimated loss already surpass seventy percent and climbing rapidly."


    That was the last report of their lives as seismic boring missiles detonated inside their bunkers.  Their own media blackout of the lost of kaliningrad had made most of their frontline grunts uninformed about the dangerous underworld scarabs.  Promoting the scarabs as an upcoming science fiction western movie instead as they contemplate what to tell their people.  Their line of reasoning was if they exist, why have they not conquered the world already?  Their stop gap measure not to panic their already poor morale of their army has cause the death of so many of their soldiers.


    Ukrainian high command quickly order troops to advancing realizing the perfect opportunity, trying to keep up with the fast moving scarabs that were disappearing into the night.  The only sign the scarabs were still racing east was the constant din of missile explosions and buzz of the under slung rotorary autocannons.  Leaving flares beside comatose orks for the ukrainian to police.  They cleared their way to the T2202 objective in just under an hour and formed defensive position west of the road.  The orks took massive losses as any vehicle that came in range was destroyed by missiles while troops were mowed down effortlessly by the heavy autocannon.  When they check the bodies marked by flares, they were shocked as they realize they were alive and in some kind of coma and needed to be guarded.


    Their matt black plasmetal frames appearing suddenly at night was like the boogymen came to life as the orks screams abruptly ending was like a sweet melody to the ukrainian recon units task to follow the new underworld allies.  The frontlines had already been push over hundred miles as ukrainian motorized infantry struggle to up while capturing key locations.  While the infantry was busy rounding up thousands of comatosed orks among the bloody carnage.


    The madman of orkia ranted endless after ukrainian troops pour in and secured everything west of T2202 and now on the doorsteps of crymea.  The orks counter attack but failed to make any headway westward as scarabs supported the ukrainian defenders as they dug new defensive lines. Over ten thousand orks had been captured including plenty of war assets that were commandeered  to help defend the new defensive lines.

 Chapter twelve - Like Nemos Submarine

    I sent three of my new one hundred meter Shoni-class cargo freighters to odessa for grain.  Relying on a subspace to hold all cargo, leaving my people to design a fast and well armed and armored ship.  With a double hull design, shields and void containers for increase ammo loads per clip.  Plus the new science created tier four durable material greymetal used in it''s construction painted black to avoid attention.  It can make any pirate feel utterly foolish for attempting raid my shoni-class freighters.


    Built for speed and semi submersible, as it travel just below the water leaving a small thin conning tower slicing through the water as it moves.  Supported by water magic, underworld''s new fleet of shoni-class freighters ship that have a thirty knots cruising speed.  When the first videos came out, the conning tower was like a black fin, and such was mistaken for megalodon sightings.  As the golden science made greymetal I sold to the world as new spaceship hull material was also a fantastic material for naval ships.


    Since my people have no use for the material, they simply called it greymetal for the prime ingrediant and toss it to nato for their new starship hulls.  Of course they wanted the black plasmetal, but I was not going to give them that.  Besides, earth did not have any Obsidian Iron ore deposits, so no point anyways.  Which lead to the creation of the science made durable material to help protect starships from small meteorite damage.


    As the three shoni-class freighters head north in the black sea heading for odessa, a orkian frigate hailed them to stop for inspection. Since I already informed the captains to ignore orkian threats and to retaliate if attacked.  My captains simply responded that underworld corporation does not accept orkian bullying of the high seas and continue without deviating from their assigned course.


    So when the orkian frigate fired a warning shot, my ships retaliated with a volley of anti ship magic ammo missiles and blew the frigate out of the water.  All nine missile struck, despite the frantic attempt of the frigate to ward off the missiles, the frigate instantly sunk as it was completely blown to scraps.  A single pop up launcher on the fore deck each ship had fire three missiles can be seen from the fancam livestream from the crews.  After a quick blink of time I gave each ship fifteen thousand tonage sunk to their names for the shared kill.


    The madman of orkia bluster for days about the lost of his missile frigate, but since all my trade towers are next to major nato cities.  There was not much he can do but direct his anger at my three offending ships in odessa and plan an explosive welcome when they leave ukrainian coastal defences.


    Of course the world was shock at the brazenness of the my three captains.  Who was seen at a local pub sharing a round of drinks when they got the good news that every ship was rewarded fifteen thousand tonage sunk on offical duty.  Their cell phone sized restriction panels happily chirping fifteen thousand underworld credits was rewarded as battle field rewards to all crewmen an hour after the official posting of their ship''s kill.


    The world watch in anticipation for the black sea conflict between three underworld transport ships and the orkian black sea fleet that musters out to stop them from reaching turkey with five ships and squadrons of aircraft from their supporting airbases. It took three days to fill three hundred thousand ton subspace storage on each shoni-class freighter with grain.


    When an inspector arrive to ask what was taking so long to fill up the small freighters stormed into the control room ask "Why are you still dumping grain into these small freighters, it''s been two days!"  Then looks at the number of tons of grain already loaded on and goes "what the hell, two hundred and eight six thousand tons!"


    The operator goes "Yeah, each transport has a three hundred thousand tons void tech capacity.  So we are moving grain from storage quickly as possible.  It should take about three to four more hours to finish loading.  The captains stated they will leave first light tomarrow.  We hate to see them leave, they help keep odessa skies clear of orkian missiles and drones.  Oh!  There they go again!"


    The inspector watch as a popup turret on each transport sound a warning and then shoot off a volley of trailess missiles that shriek off as they go subsonic and realize why the orks call them whistling death.  He also realize the transports sounded the alarm and launched and watch the distance explosions over the black sea.  All this was accomplish before his own nation sounded their own missile warnings.


    He also notice the front and back of the transport had no decking on top, just rounded armor plating rather then the standard ship prow.  From his height advantange can see three hazard boxes, on the round nose, behind the conning tower and above the engine.  He had first thought the front and back could be use for helicopter landing zones, but the one behind the conning tower seems out of place.   But now realize they were safety outlines for popup missile launchers.


    It was spectacular two nights of fireworks over the black sea as the odessian people celebrated their safety under underworld corporate protection.  For the first time the city had a few good nights rest that improved thier moral.  Especially when they learn the ships physical cargo space was a store that had separate areas for civilian products and military hardware.


    When the odessian military commander learn of this and made a prompt visit, then with a quick call to his superiors and then return to purchase all the military hardware available on each transport.  Each shoni-class transport acted like a mini trade tower, carrying the most popular items for each category to friendly ports.


    Ukrainian military personal laugh as they hauled away crates full of buzzbombs, clips with three hundred round void storage, and anti air systems both portable and nine anti air missile vehicles.  Plus crates full of thunderbolt drones and new smite nine capacity top loading clips.  Plus plenty square nine micro missile ammo filled crates to match the new clip''s capacity.


    It was a clear blue day when the underworld transports took off under the watchful eyes of satalites and drones.  Traveling at normal trade route speed, the three shoni transport slowly reach the limits of coastal defenses.  The transports peal off their designated offical route and headed directly into the black sea proper with ever increasing speed.


    Live satalites high resolution imaging capture the world as the rotating hull plates rise from the inside of the double hull construction, enclose the middle of the ship, then sunk beneath the waves like nemo''s submarine.  Then continue to increase speed leaving a long wake cause by it''s thin shark fin looking conning tower, it is obvious from the satalite feed that the shoni transports became much faster than the orkian frigates.


    The submerge shoni transports dash south for turkey and such breakneck speed that orkian missiles were unable to hit the tiny conning tower above the waves.  Any orkian missile who track came close was intercepted by belt fed micro missile volleys.  Fighter bombers launched and dropped their payloads to no avail, any thing dropping close was intercepted by micro missiles from the three popup missile turret each transport ship supported.


    With each turret having nine launchers, that meant eight one heavy micro missiles could be launched in any given time by the three shoni transports.  I told my captains sink a missile frigate for themselves and damage the other two.  As for the airplanes, not a single one make it back to their airfield.  Once the orkian naval forces limped away trailing black smoke, the three transports resurface and reopen it''s deck for the crew to enjoy the sun once more.


    Nato recon drones buzz pass the shoni transports and their video feed showed the crews barbequing from many grills and drinking in celebration.  The mix crews dancing and basically having a great time, many of which gave victory gestures to the passing friendly drones.  Selfies were made, crew fancam accounts streamed for audience from around the world.


    Females steamed their day aboard a shoni and how exciting it was fighting off the orks.  Pit masters talked about what they were grilling.  Even one of the captains chugged a bong to show the youngsters he still got it.  Most of the crews were dancing away with hardcore underworld club mixes blaring away that drones with audio could pick up miles away on the open seas.


    Drones that flew close vibrated along with the air as underworld tremor devices cause the air to beat with the music.  The seas around the shoni transports bubbled as the tremor devices pounded the water with musical vibrations.  As the world watch in awe of the crews fancam accounts, while the crews of other freighters curse their life and wish they could work on a shoni transport.  Especially while glaring at the young females dancing away to show off on their fancams.


    At three hundred million a pop, after the black sea conflict, my people and a sudden influx of naval work to fulfill.  With a three hundred thousand ton void storage and forty five knots cruising speed when submerged.  Many nations wanted to upgrade their freighter fleets. Not that there was much work to do as the entire shoni transports was replicated in one go once the final blueprint was install.  I just did not want to make the world even more jelly if I sold and deliver bunch of new ships at once.  So I had to pretend there was production time limit for now.


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    After that, I decided to retailate against the orks attack on my shoni transports by invading Sakhalin Island and announcing is at a special military operation to protect the indigenous people.  An hour later, three division of scarabs emerge from the eastern beaches and storm ork bases thoughout the island.  Within twenty four hours, I had secured the island and began sending the half million orks though transit gates back to mainland orkia.


    It was really easy to secure the island, as scarab micro missiles have a thirty mile range.  The widest part of the island is only one hundred and six miles wide.  The fast moving scarabs were pestering the terrified orks with endless three second volleys of magic ammoed missiles as they race to the western beaches.  The other two divisions using loud speakers ordering orks to throw down their arms and surrender and also issuing marital law for all orks to return to their homes.  While the indigenous peoples could go about their daily business and requesting to meet with their leaders.


    The indigenous people at first was wary, but under the oppression by the ork, came out to see what life had to offer.  The more they heard, the more excited they became, especially when they were told the half million orks had already started being deported back to their mainland.  They were stunned when they learned they no longer need to pay taxes or send their boys to military training.  They were free to leave the island to see the world, and free to come back after being disillusioned by the world''s modern culture.


    This was a huge incident as many claim I was making things worst.  I had already teleported a trade tower to the tokyo trade tower and had it move north to the newly build foundation near the renamed capital of Toyohara.  As I perfer not to use orkish names for my trade towers.  The orkish military presense was a joke as it was under staff and under equipped for battle.  Besides, with roughly twenty thousand micro missiles launching every three seconds, the orkian defenders surrendered after suffering massive losses from the constant bombardment.


    Since the Kuril Islands was in range, I ship the orks off those islands as well.  I did not want orks living on both sides on my new island.  I invite the japanese to recolonized the newly emptied kuril islands.  As the madman ranted at my sudden take over, I threaten to invade Kamchatka and Primorsky Krai and the madman shut the hell up.  After deporting the orks from K?nigsberg and Sakhalin Island, he had his hand full trying to find homes for these newly made homeless.  He could not afford to handle population from kamchatka and primorsky krai.


    I might be an abc to the eyes of my race, american born chinese, and brought up with western ideals.  But I was not about to let any one walk over me and my people.  I had made sure the madman understood I was willing to annex orkian territory and kick all the orks out, and there was nothing he could do about it.  I was not a western softy who only bark when things go wrong.  I''ll pull out my drone army and make my enemies fear me.


    Personally, I did not care what the world thought, if the madman in orkian can invade ukraine with his nonsense.  Then I can do the same nonsense and invade orkia, I gave orkia it''s own medicine and began a proxy war on their territory.  By the time the orks could respond, the Toyohara trade tower had arrived to defend my new territory.


    The former detroit trade tower open fire with in energy cannons and began shooting down approaching orkian aircraft.  As the orkian pacific fleet arrive for landing operations, a division of scarab unloading their micro missiles to take out their landing fleet thirty miles out.  Suffix it to say, no orks set foot on my new territory.


    The madman went nuts when most of his pacific fleet was sunk in such a short time.  The energy cannon on top of the trade tower sunk the remaining orkian ships before they could escape the three hundred mile range.  The orks are stupid, they knew the range of my energy cannons, yet they attempted to invade my new territory.


    In the end, the madman of orkia destroyed a underworld corporate funded artic research station made up of researchers from around the world.  I had only provided the starter funds for these independant researchers to build a base and live in the artic.  Their members would rotate a new shift every month, allowed many researchers to experience living and working in the artic research station.   I only help with the start up costs as I thought the independant researchers needed their own non government own facility.


    The world condemned orkia for the innocent death of researchers and staff.  As the world did the blah blah usual convo with one another, I send in my stealthed delta dagger fleet to drop squad of scarabs on every orkian oil platforms in the artic.


    I then gathered my griffon class fleet and blew up every orkian artic base there was with their orbital bombardments as underworld corporation''s official response. I was actually upset as a few researchers I liked had died in the attack.  The world finally understood my growing fleet of griffon skyships can do.  The ork high command cried gallons realizing their nightmare has come true.  My civilian ships in orbit can be armed to the teeth, due to their modular design, the cargo module can be switch out for a weapon module.


    The sides of the griffon transports now have deeply recessed turrets providing a great deal of protection.  Two rows of nine turrets, each in individual irising tubes for additional protection.


    The Smite portable shoulder fire missile launcher was a big hit with it''s three round top loaded clip.  Since the clip is above the shoulder for balance, the user can actually hear when a new missile drops in place and hear the chamber rotate to launch position.  It did not take long for their frontline soldiers to request larger missile capacity clips.  Not sure I want to arm a terrorist in the future with that kind fire power.


    So in the end, I decide on a self destruct layer that activates after three years of service and gave the ukrainian frontliners what they wanted with nine round clips of micro missiles.  The troopers say nothing can beat the versatility of micro missiles that can take out any air or ground vehicle with a push of a single button.  Since the micro missiles leave no contrails, it is impossible to detect other then the whistling sound when it arrives.  Ukrainian operators can take their time knowing their position is hidden and can calmly take out targets in rapid succession.


    The ukrainians were learning that they can reload faster by manual mode,  they just need to push a lever up with their right hand until they hear a missile drop in place and quickly push the lever back down to close the chamber.  Normally it take the smite two and a half seconds auto reload, but a good operator can launch three missiles under six seconds.


    It is said in the battle of vuhledar, two ukrainian operaters on separate days had gain nine kills from just one smite clip.  While the combat footage shocked the world as my people ramp up production for the western nation''s greedy militaries.  What can I say, my people make nice toys that makes things go boom.  The madman of orkian was once again grunting his this is not fair routine once more with his form of media.  The world laugh at the madman''s antics while western nations happily filled back orders for the now popular shouldered fired micro missile launchers with nine round clips of explosive fun.


    When orkian drones became a problem, I went to me people and came up with the dragonfly drone.  A six hour loitering drone that actively hunt enemy drones.  I gave ten crates of thirty dragonflies to the ukrainians to test out.  When deployed an hour before an offensive begins, the dragonflies clear the skies of all types of orkian drones.  Each dragonfly is built around a micro launcher with a top loaded, now standard, smite nine round clip of air bursting goodness.


    Seeing the orkish mass artillery causing a headache for the ukrainians, I again went to me people and they came up with the Grudge counterbattery heavy micro missile launcher.  With a thirty tubes set in a circular set up to minimize it''s footprint.  For protection a barrier with stealth restriction added ensures the orks could never find the larger cousins of the whistle death missile that already terrorize the orkian lines.  With a ninty mile range, the grudge counterbattery quickly turn any detected orkian artillery into scrape a within a minute after detection.


    The grudge counterbattery is set up well out of orkian artillery range and automatically fires when it detects enemy artillery fire.  Because  of it ninty mile range, the ukrainian push more foreign aid my way for the new defensive counterbattery system.  For the first time did not ask for void storage, on it first deployment, it had destroy twenty three artillery systems.  The ukrainians had quickly rearmed it, but ended up moving it to another battlefront to find more targets to destroy.


    To help clear orkian trenches, I design energy base riot shield base on the roman style curved body shield.  Since it was a magic barrier, it was completely invisible and thus see though.  With a small hole to shoot from, the ukrainian assault teams now take fewer loses if any.  A forearm bracer is worn and project a frontal barrier when activated.  With restrictions to improve it''s durability, the magic barrier is only about thirty percent stronger than what''s on the magic market.  But what made a difference was that a backpack fuel cell generator could be use to augment it energy supply. Providing the shield bracer barrier three hours of extended use compared to the standard ten to fifteen minutes the rest of the world had to deal with.


    But with underworld corporation quality standards, the shield bracer soon became the number one donation gifted item sent to ukraine.  When the first video of ukrainian assault on orkian trenches protected with the new shield bracers, people over the world went to underworld corporate online store.  With it''s life saving price tag of nine hundred dollars, over a thousand was shipped out the first week of sale as donations around the world pour in to equip more ukrainian assault units.


    With a long list of household products and an ever increasing list of military systems popularized in ukrainian combat videos.


    Underworld corporation was earn a tremendous amount of moola every month as it sold out civilian and military products.  I get alot of flak from geeks and non western nations about underworld corporation''s monopoly of technologically advance products.


    Most of the geeks are hardcore musk fanatics who claim I possess alien technology as no human on the planet could make such copy proof products.  Of course I could not tell them they are partially right, after all I had researchers from ninty six races living inside my underworld subspace.  It just pisses me off claiming I had alien tech, as I never consider my people aliens.  Besides, they are all better than real worlders who backstab for the own greed.

 Chapter Thirteen - Collect All The Nuclear Warheads

    The barent, kara, laptev, and east siberian seas oil production came under my control in one night. By establishing transit fields on all the oil platforms, I was draining the oil fields in record time.  By piggy backing on the transit fields, I was moving all the oil to hammerfest trade tower in norway. Since my trade towers can levitate, they started touring the nation they are base in order to spread the love on underworld products.


    So I happen to move the Oslo trade tower to hammerfest to recieve the thirty million barrels of oil I was looting everyday that I was live broadcasting a counter of how much barrels of crude oil underworld corporation was selling.  A new commodity that appeared the day after I took over orkian artic oil plateforms.


    The triple amount that orkian producing shocked the world on how I was draining the artic fields so quickly.  The natural gas was shipped to all trade towers and provided for cheap to the city they were based at.  The world was shocked that I was not hiding the plundering, but since this is war, I claim the artic oil fields as underworld property by right of conquest.


    With nine scarabs on each plateform, no nation would refute my claim of ownership but orkia.  But what can they do, nuke their former property?  Every attempt to get close to an oil plateform ending up sinking into the seas, be it ship or aircraft.  They even attempted a submarine raid, but was sunk twenty nine miles out.  Do you know the shields on the micro missiles allow them to fly underwater with ease?  The orkian submarine was turn into swiss cheese as eighty one micro missiles slammed into it hull.


    While broadcasting live the failed ork attempts of retaking my new oil plateforms.  Each defended by nine scarabs, their popup micro missile launchers making short work of anything orkian at the thirty mile range.  Since no orks ever got close enough to use their autocannons, no one took the orks serious about who controls the artic oil plateforms.  As long as I have scarabs occupying the oil plateforms, they were unmistakenly underworld corporation assets.


    Of course again, many complain about escalation.  It got so bad, that I temporary banned the nations with these irritating nay sayers.  Stating if you can let such disgusting whiners insult me, then you do not need my services.  This cause my fans to roar in outrage at losing underworld net and services in those nations and demanded the whiners to be fired to restore underworld trade tower and services.


    When others say I am too heavy handed I post "Unlike that pro orkian musk who manipulates behind the scenes, I am more than willing to use my weapons and do what I think is right.  Since orks only believe in might, I was simply showing them, mess with me and I shoot back."


    The madman of orkia denounce me and underworld corporation as terrorist and raise my bounty to thirty million rubles.  Since the madman has posted a bounty on me, I have collected the souls of nearly a dozen professional assassins stupid enough to try to collect.  With late tier five bodycrafting, their weak ass plus three weapons would just bounce off my skin with out leaving a scratch.  That is if they got pass my personal shield and armor, and not a single one manage that.


    I mean, they have got though outer shield, then a personal shield from my battlegear, then the actually physical protecting offered by the essenceweave clothing I wore.  Then they need to pass though my innerwear armor before touching my skin.  Most of the evolved assassins manage to reached the personal shield, but one manage to bounce off his favorite weapon against my essenceweave armor.


    The orks only knows one thing, might is right, so I showed them my might and sent thousands orkish sailors and paratroopers to live with the fishes in a vain attempt to retake the sakhalin island. The world understood my might as well, one division of scarab with the support of one trade tower had stop orkian counterattack within an hour.  The losses of the orkian airforce and navy sent to retake the island was total loss.  None of the aircraft and warships made it back to their bases.


    Japan quickly recognize my right of conquest of sakhalin island.  I had already discuss selling the island to them after nine years.  Also made them english dub my old favorite anime series and start new seasons of series that never should have ended.  I charge japan a billion dollars for the island and they paid it up front and happily waited for the contract to expire.  I ended up dumping the billion dollars to the indigenous people as I build them new western style two story ranch homes with fuel cell basement generators that have become the rave in western homes for the past three years.


    I also recycle the ugly ork cities, leaving clean level dirt behind for nature to take care of.  When the madman in orkia saw the satalite image of orkian cities gone, he rages for days like a child dreaming of ways to get revenge.  But only to realize he no longer has a fleet to invade with, and the kid he is, begins ranting once more like the rat he is.


    I was more than pissed off by that entitled Musk who turn on and off his starlink when ever his mood strikes him.  So I gave access to underworld satalite network to ukraine, so they can launch their attack without worrying about some entitled old man with power issues blocking them.  I also ended all talks with the old man about working together in building lunar bases.  Someone who makes brash decisions is not someone I wanted to work with in the coldness of space.


    Of course he threw a fit when I cancel all talks with him, but my secretary only stated "When you provide a service, you have no right to dictate terms to a portion of the users.  That is discrimination and smacks of dictatorialship, which underworld corporation refuse to work with such entitled people."


    Entitled musk was promptly banned from underworld subspace and teleported out, his property value was traded to real world dollars and transfer to his bank account.  Any portatable possession from the real world was teleport out with him to a teleportal pad outside warsaw trade tower.  His bioscan was sent to all trade towers and even his fancam and underworld net account was deleted.  Even his name and phone number is banned so he can no longer bother my customer service.


    I heard from the grapevine that entitled musk is ranting about missing his deal for a griffon class skyship. But everyone knew he was angry for losing his home in underworld subspace, he tried to go back to Ishtara.  However, after he dissed off the owner when he moved to my subspace, he was not welcomed.  So musk had to go to a either Krylantia or Mentakken to extend his life by a pitiful one to three ratio.


    Like I said earlier, I dont sell to dictators, they are entitled pricks of the worst kind.  Entitled musk maybe on the low end, but low end worst kind is still worst kind of people to know.  Besides, we never got along, he developed electric cars while I made fuel cells dirt cheap renewable eco friendly energy source. He did things his way and I did alternative things my way.


    Then I found out he was pro orkian and did a number of foolish things that made be glad I banned him from my life.  I even requested my partners to banned entitled musk, so my three corporate partners also ended their relationship with the pro orkian and waited for the current contracts to expire.  Entitled musk blew up when he found many important contracts can no longer be extended.


    I heard he spend the next month running all over the world trying to get the raw resources he needed to continue many of his programs.  Unfortuneately for him, many choose to side with me and not do business with him.  No one wants to lose their chances to live in my subspace, I had already banned someone who helped musk with some raw materials.  Forcing him to deal with non western nations to get his resources.


    Ukraine was super happy, as underworld satalites provide over five times better reception that starlink could ever give due to communication restrictions helping to boost the magical signals.  With stealth restriction added, the rest of the world could not even detect any signals coming or going to my unstealthed defense satalites in high orbit. I had too since it would look strange if I did not put any satalites in orbit.  To rubbed entitled musk ego, I provided the service free until the end of the war.


    I learned of orkian shadow fleet of oil tankers, and I used transit fields to steal all the oil the come in range of any of my trade towers.  Then I transit an acid slime into the engine rooms where it was ordered to release all it''s acid on top of the engine and promptly transited them all home.  Magical acid from acid slimes easily melted though the engines causing them to become useless and stranding the orkian shadow oil tankers thoughout the world.


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    The madman blamed nato for hijacking his oil tankers, but nato denied any wrong doings.  Even though I have not publicly displayed transit fields, nato began poking their noses my way.  Since their former tech expert musk obviously had nothing to do with stealing the oil and stranding the oil tankers.  They discreetly question me about the event, but of course I denied anything stating I created fuel cells, so why would I need crude oil.  It got me out of trouble for the time being.


    For a time the world thought there was an evolved organization stealing orkian oil and critically damaging their engines.  Many powerful acid users were detained for questioning, but eventually conclude no western acid user was responsible.  This news the madman took rather badly and began accusing china for stealing his oil.  China did have many powerful acid users after all, but of course china refuted and blame the madman for being senile.


    China like orkia refutes everything, so the madman spend a few day blaming china while the western nations ate popcorn.  It was such an entertaining show I donated ten billion for the reconstruction of ukraine, plus a thousand surface to air missile that they can use in their S-three hundred launchers.  It was easier to adapt a better missile for their launchers, extra range and homing accuracy.


    Of course ukrainian found in the operating system to enable surface to surface targeting.  With a three hundred mile range, the began launching waves of the new missiles to destroy orkian targets that were just out of reach before.  Then ended up spending three hundred of the new missiles with one hundred percent accuracy.  I stealthed the missiles so the orks had no idea what happened, their ground forces could only report strange contrails and subsonic soundwaves since their radars picked up nothing.


    Many nato members followed my example and sent gifts to ukraine to hit the madman while he is down.


    Kim from china is terrified of me invading him.  He knows I disapprove of him as I told him to stop helping the madman.  I did told him to lay claim of Bolshoy Ussuriysky Island, and promise he can have it if the madman force me to invade primorsky krai.  The madman was terrified of me deporting the nearly two million orks living there.


    I got rid of all the orks so the madman can not use the excuse to invade for protecting orks living on my lands.  Since now my new citizens are so few in numbers, I toss a a billions dollars to be shared equally among them so they can enjoy the life the orks stole from them.  Besides, I do not even collect taxes from my own people, so they are also tax free.


    I gave them all modern new western big ass room style homes with a basement fuel cell generators.  I made sure to give them the spare extra large fuel cell that should last them a total of elven years of modern use.  Since fuel cells are made by my people, they will get refills for free.  The people of sakhalin island celebrated for weeks on my tab.  I sent them party favors from around the world for them to enjoy.


    During the fateful formal dinner in orbit as all the delegates had just finish their seconds of their favorite dish.  On the port side windows displayed the earth as it rotates below entering the sunless orkia, the ship began to tilt for a better view.  The fake windows flicker and expand to encompass the cealing as well. Gravity crystals keeping the delegates firmly grounded to the ships deck.


    Restriction panel console rise from around my raise plateform as various servants which to their military roles and manned their stations.  The wall and cealing became one seamless restriction panel that show orkian below.  Mission popup show percentage of completion and basically showed the delegate underworld corporation''s command center as I go "Initiate the fireworks!"


    Endroll back ground music goes off, and the fireworks in orkian blew to it''s tune, the battle computers certainly know how to time everything perfectly.  I smiled as each flash of light below signal something expensive in orkian had been turned to scrap.  Still the my version of rods from heaven made many thought I was using nukes.  Fortuneately I had the foresight to but up a protective barrier around the command center to stop any foolish interference from dinner guests.


    I simple pulled out underworld corporation website and zooming in so everyone can see Non-Nuclear armed nation.  I was not bother to voice an answer for that idiot.


    Another bounces "Are you not worried about a nuclear attack?"


    I look at the ignorant guy as guessed "You must someone who bought his way in."  I promptly ignore his ass and reach out and open mission labled LIghtfingers.  So everyone read the mission report that show the number of nuclear warheads orkia had in possession though magical divining and seer techniques.  What was even more shocking the climbing counter of warhead salvaged was already at ninty one percent.  What even better for military officers present was seeing the active deployable warheads was already at one hundred percent.  Which meant those in secured long term storage was left to plunder.


    A few moments later, everyone watch the counter reach one hundred percent and pull back underworld corporation homepage and change it to Nuclear armed nation, I then move the total listed stolen from operation lightfoot next to those three scary words.  I then added warheads available after the number stolen.  I did it slowly and diliberately, making sure every delegate had no delusions.  Even all of orkia''s nuclear subs had been sunk and looted.


    Victoria''s crisp voice rings in everyone'' ears "All primary targets have been exterminated lord commander."


    Knowing my preference for darlek humor, I bounce back a grin to her.  I nod and go "Understood, switch to secondary targets then my dear. Oh, and make sure to destroy those graveyards of stupidly old vehicles they been saving to make their future generation look like fools."


    She bounces with "Thank you lord commander!"  It was her suggestion to add them to the fireworks tonight.


    I took a quick glance at zelenski, the ukrainian team was cheering the destruction of orkia happening before their eyes.


    Then someone says "Why is the madman is still alive?"  On top of the ranking orkian list still listed the madman still alive.  With my siesmic boring missile ten mile range, it should been easy to kill him.


    I just smiled and said nothing of the madman''s plight.  Eventually a few military people realize I had buried the madman alive.


    At this time, K?nigsberg get hit by orkia''s evolved super soldiers.  The madman just loved the idea of having super soldiers as a trump card.  My wives and me teleported to the eastern most tower along with our bodyguards and watch the scarabs battle it out with the evolved orks.  The ninty bodyguards that followed us all had a disappointed look.  I can see why, the evolved orks were just slow. It is obvious they are strong and tough soldiers as many of them had cold affinity.  But that only made most of them slow and easy targets.


    I suppose using the new transit gates that can move the living, I had deported the million plus orkian a thousand miles east for the madman to handle.  I had turned K?nigsberg population to a pitiful half percent as over a million ork residence began rioting in saint petersburg.  Just within the thousand mile range of the new transit gate tech my people developed for mass living transport.  Which mean I can move people within a thousand miles away and move them two thousand mile in the opposite direction if I wanted.


    Nearly four hundred and fifty evolved orks were in on the raid, but the bodies of over a hundred littered the ground already.


    Unfortuneately, a large number of scarabs are down as many of the evolved orks had battle power over early stage four.  My wives and personal guard cut lose with fire spells and range techniques.  Turning a large number of invaders into ash, fire base spells tend to do that you know to cold affinity people.  In the end, no damage was cause to my trade tower, it''s defensive barrier easily held against the few range attacks that manage to connect.


    Not to mention the never ending horde of scarabs pouring out of it''s only entrance ensuring the evolved orks were too busy to even reach the trade tower outer barrier.  That not including hundreds of popup turrets the litterly rain an assortment of magic munitions and energy base attacks once they enter the thirty mile defense perimeter.  In fact not a single evolved manage to close within ten miles of my underworld trade tower.  I had plenty of human rankers above orkia''s evolved super soldiers, so they intercepted them with me as we enjoy a good old fashion hand to hand massacre.  They all had war crimes, so being the lazy person I simple killed them all to avoid the hassle of sending them to court.  I figure the court fees saved the better option.


    After killing all the orkian evolved, you guessed it, the madman threw another tantrum and made the world laugh at his incompetence.  Though the world began to suspect me and my underworld corporation to be far more powerful than they expected.  The only relief they felt was that I appear to be a western power.


    Sleightly enraged, I called ukraine for additional targets to make full use of the new missiles.  After that I began adding new targets for a wave of cruise missiles.  Making sure to target their new artic bases, military production centers, bunkers and bases.  Then to add insult to injury decided to destroy their space capabilities as well.  I fully intend to make the madman cry, that is if he manage to survive the attack.  Battle computers calculated and schedule the fireworks to hit orkia ten minutes before the delta daggers began landing to off load companies of thieving scarabs.


    After a bit of thinking, I added the government buildings of every major city as well.  I wanted the orkish people to taste what the ukrainians had suffered.   I also decide stop their access to oil and mining infrastructure, by dropping a company of scrabs by each rig and mine to gain control.  I was angry enough to level all their cities, but my wives talked me out of it saying brainwashed citizens can not help but be ignorant of world affairs.  So that is why I only targeted the govenmental building in each city instead.


    Personally, I just think their arrogantly ignore what is happening in the world so long as their own lives are not effected.  But, I find it hard to say no to my wives, they are more down to earth than me.  Due to inherited memories, I tend to be rather ruthless due to having the viewpoint of a cultivator that have gone through the reincarnation cycle far too many times to count.  Cultivators have the tendency to wipe out entire bloodlines after all.

 Chapter Fourteen - Me Has Stolen Nukes, Orkia Had Nukes Stolen

    I teleport home, not really interested in blame game or video conference itself.  I promptly headed over to thirty second floor and enter the delta dagger command center.  I watch me people salute me as I wave a hi before going "how many delta daggers do we have operational?"


    I watch admiral Kaidin respond "young master, we currently have forty eight delta daggers ready for action."


    I nod and go "get them all ready for stealth mission over orkia an hour past sunset moscow time admiral. Outfit them all with teleportal gates."


    Kaidin raise an eyebrow of curiosity as he salutes and returns "As you wish young master."  The command center burst into life as orders are being sent to mobilize the delta daggers.  We had over six hours until mission time begins, once the crew were assembled I give "ladies and gentlemen, we are going to raid russia of it nuclear arsonal."  I activate the display which show the over all mission plan along with all the nukes in orkia who''s locations that I had magically divined.


    I continue with "Orbital bombardment from our defense satalites will begin by taking out their remaining bombers and submarines.  Then destroy their energy distribution network and cause a nation wide blackout before targeting military assets.  During the chaos, your job is to stealthfully collect all the nuclear warheads in orkia.


    After what they did to the Nova Kakhovka dam, I am worried about them using a nukes in the future.  Once you secure the warheads from their icbms and bomber bases, you will then raid their long term storage bunkers.  Scarabs will recover the warheads from the sunken submarines, make sure to get a video accounting."  I made sure the submarines were all sunk with in three thousand meters depth for scarabs to recover the nuclear warheads.


    I see the crews are excited and follow up with "once you have secured all the land and air launched warheads, you will be directed to their sunken boomers to recover those with scarabs."  From the display, crews watch a simulated video from start to finish including the orbital bombardments.  Everyone was a bit stunned, because the orbital bombardment was rather heavy handed as the bombardment will last until sunrise over russia.  I fully intend to tear down the madman''s little world as every military asset in orbital sight will be destroyed.


    Once I see the crews understood their mission I gave a final word "good luck everyone, mission time starts in about five hours real time.  During those hours, I decided to to order all the silos to be booby trap once all warheads are removed to destroy the silos and the icbms they hold.  Then another idea popped in my head and I called ukraine and ask for the location of every bunker the madman has.  They were happy to supply the locations so went to workshop hangers and request a bunker buster missile.


    Our current design could only penetrate about thirty meters, which was not good enough and ask them to improve it in some way.  Eventually, I suggested added a drill behind a shatterable nose.  The nose will penetrate and shatter to absorb the shock of impact and then the magic drill will activate to dig deeper.  That caught everyone attention and they went to work trying to make the idea a reality.  Forty seven real world hours later, I had a hundred seismic boring missiles ready to launch.  I was told the large missile can drill up to three hundred meters before detonating with point nine kilotons.


    I had sent ukraine and nato a feed three minutes before fireworks started, I sent them a underworld satalite nightime view over ork with a three minute count down.  Pretty sure the shit hit the fan as nato scrambled in fear of what I was planning.  When zero hour happened, they watch as orkia lit up like a christmas tree that cause the entire lands to blackout from the simutaneous detonation of thousands of warheads shocked the viewers.  The only relief the viewers had was that no nukes had been used.


    With ukrainian frontline troop gathered under scarab extended shields.  They got a best front row seats you can imagine when the orkian frontline simply and awesomely detonated.  Lighting the countryside for scores of miles away.  As soon as the air became breathable again, the scarab operator said their goodbyes to the ukrainian allied troops and began racing forward like hunting cats.


    Shocking the world of it''s third mode of travel as scarabs bound forwards at a healthy forty miles per hour.  With it''s underslung tri-barrel rotary auto cannon blazing away with the unlimited rounds of a magic ammo restriction.  While it''s three popup micro launchers with three barrels each on it back firing away it''s deadly silent and smokeless wind enchanted armor piercing explosive magic missiles.


    The ukrainian soldiers who were enjoying another round of frozen snickers or chugging away at a can of ice cold rootbeer blink as the scarabs went into battle mode.  Crackle from headsets to move out cause the celebrating soldiers wolf down the last of their cold snacks and ran for their platoon leaders.  With platoons intermingling within the extended scarab shields, as many went around to check on friends.


    The scarabs had form a line nine meters apart with the shields at max extension of ten meters.  Thus, when two scarab shields meet, the merge to form one shield with the connection turn into a openway to cross under safely to another scarab area.  This created a spectacular single shields with a beaded appearance.  It''s only purpose was to protect the frontline ukrainian troops from the dust cloud created by the destruction of the orkian defences.


    The frozen snickers and ice cold rootbeer are my favorites, so I figure I let them have a taste instead of popcorn to watch the night''s fireworks.  Normally the scarabs carry emergency supply rations, but I figure the ukrainian soldiers were tired of that kind of food.  Good old decadent western snacks was in order.  Besides seeing the battlecam showing soldiers pressing the ice cold cans against their cheeks and foreheads after a hot summer day was endearing.


    Ukrainian drone footage showed on slow mode how the the initial detonation had cause all the landmines across the orkian frontline to explode as well.  Before the dust cloud rolled over the detonating minefields, not to mention the scarabs were activing demining with seismic missiles as they advance.


    I made sure to have several satalites record the destruction of the madman''s one point four billion home with a seismic boring missile.  It was spectacular, the missile bury itself right in the central building and about nine seconds later erupted like a small volcano. The outer square of buildings were seen being lifted into the air, only to be obscured by the expanding dust cloud.  I sent a caption saying this is how you demolish a madman''s home, of course it went viral and the slow mo version was quite popular.  Of course this was the video I made nato watch soon after lighting up orkia.


    I am sure the ukrainian high command was dancing in the streets for hours while I get a ton of flak from nato pacifists about escalating the war.  But hours past and no response from orkia, just a whole lot of tantrums from the few surviviors officers.  The madman had been buried in his bunker and thought to be dead.  While the rest of the world stood in shock of my heavy hand of ending the war.  So I posted the theft of remaining nuclear warheads in russia.  With the use of divining magic, I was able to get them all before launching the attack.  Including the recovery of warheads from orkia''s sunken boomer fleet.


    I pop in on nato and watch them celebrating the denuclearization of orkia and frowned, then toss "hey, wake up and invade orkia with peace keepers and make the world a better place for democracy!  I am only holding on to orkia until the referendums finish and a month later to ensure china does nothing stupid." I watch the celebration end as they stare at my monitor, but I did not stick around and cut broadcasting.  Nato soon announce peacekeeping forces will enter orkia to end the war.  Referendums for independacy for it''s member states will be given one months time to complete.


    After all, I had in one day exterminated all the military bases, airfields, shipyards, military production infrastructure, space infrastructure and most importantly all goverment building in every city.  Including the palaces of every oligarchs along the rublevka, as I wanted the each member state to decide a future for themselves for a change.  Not to mention eighteen divisions of scarabs securing the oil rigs and mines which I was plundering by right of conquest.


    I also took over all of wagner''s bases in africa as an after thought remembering the hammer incident, the unconsious members suffered greatly in the hands of their native victims.  I did enough transit mining to pay for the trouble of removing wagner from their nations.  Not nearly are greedy as I was with orkia of plundering a years worth per day.  Drying up many mines while waitng for the process of independance for each member state to complete.  Then another month of plundering for my troubles.


    Ukainian frontline troops simply celebrated the fireworks as cruise missiles flew over orkish lines dropping one thousand pound magic ammo bombs on the defensive works and mine fields a minute before the scarabs began their attack on the shell shocked surviviors.   Ukrainian forces march unopposed as they push forward for nearly two hundred miles and began encountering a few orkish survivior simply raising the white flag, the long night finally broken them.


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    As sunlight touch scarab''s beflagged twin antenas, they switch from combat missions to policing missions and loaded their autocannon with stunner rounds.  While the rear triad of micro missile launcher were armed with web missiles.  A magical inscripted version of the common web spell, the main restriction was to desolve instantly into sleep gas when the web touches hair or skin or when an antidote is applied.  A second restriction to turn the web into a flexible but hard early tier three substance to trap victims in place.  Since the web spell is design to capture targets, I made sure the first two restriction would avoid suffication incidents.


    I watch the battlecam footage with my people who were interested in my new army of scarabs in action on the thirtieth floor warhall.  Everyone involved in the scarab project, from research and development to production crews, watch intently as the new toy went into action.  Once the initial bombardment turn the orkian trenchlines into craters from ballistic missiles with nine one kiloton conventional warheads.  Instantly opening up thousands of clear pathways into the orkian rear areas.


    As the four regiments of scarab advance, they begin saturation bombing with seismic missiles, clearing left over minefields. The ukrainian troops who enjoyed the frozen snickers and ice cold rootbeer also recieve ballistic googles with been enchanted with night vision.  They were told follow to mop up orkian surviviors marked by flares.  Instead of the crab like movement when the scarab arrived, they switch over to cat like movement and dash over into the orkish lines.


    With their new googles, they felt sorry for the orkians, every scarab was launching micro missile volleys every three seconds.  Propelled by wind magic, they left no contrails, allow the ukrainian soldier to watch the devastation of a creeping barrage that extending across the orkian frontlines as far as the eye can see.  The ukrainian soldiers describe what they saw was hell unleashed that night.


    My people cheer and celebrated their success of their creation, after a decade of improvements, the scarabs finally get to see unrestricted real combat.  Sure they were tested in simulated enironmental subspace battleground and the dungeon as well.  But seeing them devastates the orkian frontlines so easily make all the effort my people gave worth it. Sure one can say the scarabs were over powered with their black plasmetal, shields and magic ammo, but war is nothing but seeking over powered equipment in the first place.


    The orks suffer greatly as the scarabs swept through their lines like skynet exterminating humankind.  The orks only weapon that could turn the tide had already been stolen by the delta dagger raiders.  With launch centers destroyed by orbital bombardment and invisible ballistic missiles mirv attacks.  Orkia had lost the war the moment I order the full scale nightime attack called operation Watching fireworks from orbit


    With divining spells, I target every single government official, soldier, oligarchs, police, and milbloggers. Every single ork that had a hand in the starting the war died by orbital bombardment guided divination magic.  Every war criminal became the next once I finish removing the orkish warmongers.  In the end over a million orks died that night as I raze targetsd moscow and saint petersburg, this included all rich and powerful homes.


    At the same time I did the same to north korean for assisting orkia with massive arms delivery.  But did my best to limit civilian causualties.  Denuclearizing and demilitarizing was my main goal, with orbital bombardment destroy any detectable assets while a division of scarabs invaded from their underwater staging points.  With divination magic, the scarabs hunting down the corrupt and criminals of both nations to ensure that there governments never rise again.


    As orkia was being broken up into their old nations states, the militaries in the world was meeting to figure out what to do with the four hostile alien recon ships.  There were always idiots trying to get everyone to talk to the hostile aliens.  Such idiots, all the diviners in the world say the same thing, they came to raid earth and send us back to the stone age before their invasion fleet arrives.  So no one paid any attention to these fools.


    Besides my cultivation heritage have no problem with the massacres, if my wives were not against it, I might just irradicate the entire orkian dominion.  People who stay ignorant in order to survive are not worth saving in my book.  What I thought even worst are the people who complain about war, but do nothing to help end it.  I lost all faith in nato when I return after spending a year real time in my subspace to find the war was still going on.


    Sitting on their ass while providing military aid, milking the war as long as they can.  Sure, I suppose the strategy to weaking orkia in the long term was nato''s plan.  But as protectors of democracy, they fall flat on their faces and basically an embarrassment to that high ideal.  They called it a proxy war and avoided sending their own troops to die.  I called their hand and made a proxy alliance with ukraine with a handshake and joined with my proxy airforce and ground forces.  I suppose as a newly formed nation who has not sign anything, I had the freedom to do as I please made powers that be envious.


    What left of the orkian government tried to surrender to Ukraine, but I objected stating ukraine has no troops inside russia.  While I have eighteen divisions occupying large areas, and therefore should be surrendering to me instead.  The ork diplomat was not happy, but Ukraine agree with me and thus force orkia to accept an unconditional surrender to me.  Beside Ukraine was getting it''s reparation and did not want anything to do with orkia.  So letting me take care of orkia, they gave me nothing but gratitude.  I can not blame them for washing their hands of ork stink and get about restarting their lives.


    I get alot of criticism for ending the war in a most violent way possible without using nukes.  After all, the night long bombardment could have ended alot earlier.  But I let the scarab and satalite operators get their first nightime real world practice.  My official reply posted in underworld net was "a bully can only fear someone who he has no hope of winning.  Otherwise he will keep bullying until someone can smacks him in line with nothing more than a casually strike.  If he is alive, he better pretend to be a mouse.  If I hear he is alive, I will happily send a seismic boring missiles as home warming presents once I locate his new bunkers.  I already upgraded the missile to mark two, which has a ten mile boring range and a varible yield up to three kilotons."  I am not play games with a mad people anymore.  I sent the madman''s home blowing up video to china and iran with the title do not cause world troubles for a decade or i will blow up your home too.


    There was talk about warcrimes, but I did not target power plants, just the the grid that distribute the power.  A whole lot easier to repair than building new power plants.  Besides, my anti radiation cleansing missiles had won me a whole lot of praise and ignore orkia''s attempt to make me a war criminal.  I got tired of orkia media, so I posted ''Me has stolen nukes, Orkia had nukes stolen, stop whining bitches!''  That went viral as well, after all, being the youngest ruler of a nation.  Everyone wants to see how I run, and many were not happy.  I am not here for their happiness, but for my people in my subspace.


    I was criticed by everyone as I had no concept of modern politics and jump in as I pleased.  I just think they are pissed off because they did not have a hand in orkia''s defeated pie.  Having ruled for eight decade inside my subspace of ninty six races, I have learn long ago to do what needs to be done rather than wait for popular opinion.  Besides, my people have been governing themselves for countless reincarnations, so I rarely need to give any input.  My background as a cultivator, I tend to keep mortal affairs at arm length in the first place is the biggest problem the real world has with me.  Fortuneately, my wives keep me from exterminating to many people I dislike.


    They stop whining as referendums broke up orkia back to their orginal independant nations.  China been pleading for anti radiation cleansing missiles as the northern borders had to be evaculated from the nuke that landed ten miles from their borders.  I hit it once but now the radioactive emissions from the hot zone were now a major concern as it started to expand south.


    To avoid world condemation for not providing China a missile due to underworld policy of never working with a authoratorian


    governments.  So I charge triple the price, ask for advance payment of course.  Then showed a map with radiation levels and a circle of effect for the cleansing missile and voice "how do you wish to deploy the missile to the radiation zone.  Closer to your border and completely remove the radiation so your northern lands are habitable again.  Or hit the center of the radiation hotspot and permanently remove the problem as it natually subside over time.  China did the only political correct thing to do and deposited another thirty million to take care of both choices.


    I took a lot of heat saying I waited too long to clean up the disaster.  I simply posted I wanted all the referendoms ended before letting China invade the weak and leaderless nations.  Secondly, main ingrediant is a magic nullifying material and can not be replicated by magic ammo inscription.  Thirdly, I only have twelve cleansing missile left and no way to make more.  I was saving them for the possible nuclear meltdown of the zaporizhzhia nuclear power plant.  Of coarse, I did not tell them, I located large vein of the stuff below the third lunar outpost and will begin transit mining next week.


    Of course I get roasted for selling the second missile to china, but I objected with I had done a world poll asking if I should sell a second cleansing missile.  The vote had six to one ratio to get rid of the radiation zone. They then complain if I told the world about the limited amount of missiles I had, the vote would have gone the other way.  So my next post goes they are blaming the world?  The idiots stop causing me trouble after that as many came to my defense.


    I never like finger pointers, what use are they anyways?  They seem to muddle up things for everyone else, always jumping the gun without waiting for the facts.  For these party poopers, and for my mental health, I lower their nations trade rating by one level.  Cause me flak, prepare to recieve it back from your own people complaining about the higher price they need to pay.  One nation had a mob attempted to lynch their nato ambassador for causing the trade tower to leave as the idiot had caused their nation''s trade value to drop to zero.


    In the end I spend a month plundering orkia of it''s natural resources after all the referendums finished voting.  Using void containers, the scarabs stored liquid and solid resources by a shocking amount.  Transit fields were removing a years worth of resources per day. Litterly teleporting raw material directly into void containers.  Transit fields are square field ten meters per side that sweep through space.  Any raw materials discovered are teleported to their respective void container, saving time since I no longer need to dig tunnels. Of course, radioactive resources was a priority, as I did not want orkia to threaten the world once more with nuclear saber rattling nonsense.

 Chapter Fifteen - What Kind Of Proxy Ally Would I Be

    Unfortuneately, I have not figure a way to transit living cells. Until my favorite slime sends his army with the use of protective barriers.  Now I can transit large numbers of lifeforms that teleportation has troubling handling.  First of all, teleportation is an instananous movement from point a to point b.  But with transit fields, I can can move large numbers from any point and deliver it to any point making it more versatile.  Though a bit slower, as a transit field has to move though the target before making the transfer.


    By adding a new restriction layer to provide the neccessary magical protection during transit.  I was able to rescue thousands of water logged animals and people from the flooded dnipor every hour until the rescue was completed. Of course, this drove the scientific community in a frenzy to share the tech.  Star trek fans went googly eyed as they proclaim the age of transporters have arrive.  Yeah, I just ignore the first group of people and just laugh with the second group.  After all, we all lived on star trek growing up.


    So why am I mention transit fields in the first place, beside the cool tech trekkie fan love and adore.  The two trade towers in ukraine have been emmitting transit field since the war ended recycling the destroyed buildings, vehicles, and trash into piles pure elements.  By the end of the week, there was no sight of any damage in the cities, just large vacant lots where said building used to be. However, surrounding the trade towers were piles of natural resources along with massive warehouses to protect various elements from rain.


    City planning started long ago on how to rebuild each city, so everything was rezoned to beautify the city''s image for the future western tourism. Especially the much need housing, so plenty of apartment complexes were already approved and zoned.  My people promptly purchase rights for the larger earmarked zones to begin working as soon as possible.  Using fabrication tech to build floors one at a time as a single modular piece.  Then using transit fields to place fabricated floor to it''s permanent location.  I watched the two fields just a few inches apart, one fabricating while the other transiting.


    Ukrainians and lots of media crowd the transit contruction as buildings were build one floor at a time in magical awe as within a matter of minutes per floor.  Oh I forgot to mention transit fields have adjustable dimensions, by extending the width appropiately, I can move the entire fabricated floor in just one transit field sweep.  A final vertical sweep from the basement up which install the doors, electrical, network cables, plumming, and windows.  But most importantly fill the gaps within the walls and floors with a late tier three instant solifying durable material.  Basically turning the building into one solid structure that can survive anything but a nuclear strike.


    I build square towers, being raised in america, I value large personal space.  Got to have a living room, dinning room, kitchen, full bathroom, and master bedroom and two guest rooms with their own bathrooms.  Americans also love the corner appartment, so I decided to build just four corner appartment on each foor.  Master bed in the curved corner flanked by the guest rooms.  Living room fills one side and the kitchen and dinner room the other.  Even gifted each kitchen a set of black plasmetal pots and pans plus common cooking ware.


    Which meant lots of square appartment towers neighborhoods, but the refugees families loved there new western style homes.  My wives wanted to make sure children were taken care of first.  A good thing too, all the children living in clean new homes was a good sight to see and raise moral.  But that did not stop the flak coming from people wanting in on my tech again.  Fortunately for me I was deep in the dungeon and was able to ignore the entitled stalkers.  Man they just want freebies, I hate those kinds of people.  Besides, I know in a few days I won''t even care about the real world as my mind transition back to dungeon life with my nine wives.


    The world was surprised to see my kyiv and odessa trade towers levitate and took off into the ukrainian country to begin recyling the war debris.  Then more towers arrived to help with the recyling and rebuilding of settlements with modern western homes.  It was an impressive sight from satalite imaging as the world watch nine trade tower floating through out ukraine erasing the damage caused by the war.


    Satalites imaging showed thirty miles recovered land around the kyiv and odessa trade towers.  The area was being clear at a frightening pace.  A day by day video show how entire blocks of destroyed building were disappearing leaving clear vacant lots barren earth.  While a giant warhouse and piles of materials appear around the two trade towers.


    In just two days, underworld trades towers have nearly rebuilt nine cities and cleanse nearly fifty thousand free square miles of battle scarred lands into mine free lands without a single wreck vehicle or house in sight.  Destroyed villages were replaces with modern western range houses with basement fuel cell generators.  Tilled fields replacing shell marked fields and new pave roads appear as the transit fields of floating trade towers repair the world as they past by.


    With the world speculate about the changes, others quickly blame underworld corporation for monopolizing yet another advance technology.  I can''t help it my people have developed these techs several reincarnations ago.  However, this is the first time employing the techs in the real world on a mass public display.


    I heard they were using bradleys to clear mine fields after the war.  They would drive ten of these armored personal carriers so their shields would be touches and fuse together.  They would drive across entire fields destroying all the mines with ease with their lightning barriers until the underworld trade towers reach their positions and began recyling the mines instead of destroying them.


    My ukrainians friends cheered as an underworld trade tower floats above them recycling away the war and filling the craters perfectly too.   Modern western buildings sprung up where ruins lie before them.  They cheered, because they knew it was my company rebuilding and cleaning up their homeland.  I had promised to help restore ukraine after the war, and sent nine trade towers to do just that.


    A few nations blames me for shooting a nukes down in populated zone, my reply so you want the nuke to hit me instead?  Congrats for reducing your trade relations by one.  What the hell, I did not launch the nuke in the first place but get blamed for protecting myself?  I don''t know why so many people have their screws loose.  To me, the obvious blame is the madman for launching nukes in the first place.  Any fallout can only blame the madman and no one else.  Yet I get the blame game because of idiots who has to have the last word.  Later I found out their citizens demand their representative to be fired for raising the price of underworld products and services.  lol at my customer base, and return the trade value back to three a week later when the indictments succeeded.


    They of course pointed out that I could destroy the icbm with another attack.  I replied my battle computers informed me the nukes were no longer a threat, and are not programed to consider they were a danger to civilians.  Blame the madman for not disarming the warhead before it hit the ground.  There should be a system in place for that, like for all nuclear armed nations right?  Don''t want to nuke yourself, safety first approach right?  Oh wait, it''s just on paper since the funds were stolen for the project, typical orkish tomfoolry.


    Why should I be blamed for their incompetance and greed? I got a lot of support for that and my subsequent lower of the trade value of the nations owning those idiots.  The entitled people of the world finally realize messing with me can earn the ire of their own citizens. The stupidity of messing with another nation for their own ego quickly ended all complaints.


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    I pretty sure the madman was pushing the abort button, but it is connected to a non existant system.  I wonder what the madman''s expression is right now.  I buried him alive with no connection to the outside world.  I wonder how much food and water he has left.  I have a geostationary defense satalite right above him with order to destroy attempts of rescue.  Before leaving the area, I had scarabs plant signs Do not enter the tomb of the madman!


    The defense satalite soul spirit was order to incinerate anyone who passes these warning signs.  I had a fifty mile kill radius above the madman.  Sure I could have killed him out right instead of collapsing every tunnel that can reach him.  Who knows, maybe he played orkian roulette too many times, and don''t care.  Instead I dive deeper into my dungeon and disappear for a couple real days of vacation.  Dealing with the real world is just depressing.  As everyone seems to stuck in the past and not working for a better future for humanity.


    Much to the distress of the world powers as they lost contact with me during those days.  The real world underworld board of directors have limited powers after all, and not a single one wanted to interrupt my vacation time with obvious useless drivel they know I hate.  I raise my people to use their brains.  Besides, what can these world power do the them, they all live inside my subspace.  They all perfer to live in the down to earth, friendly people of my underworld subspace.  Not to mention having ten times more time on their hands to enjoy life.  Working in the real world is just a high paying job to them.


    I get reports though, as nato peacekeepers arrive, scarab units return to base.  The ninty nine specter pilots recieve a huge payout each as their fancams had made them famous.  Though they all stated that anyone could have done what they did as the specter''s battle computer did most of the work.  They only needed to fly and pull the trigger when prompted, and claimed it was more like a game than combat flying.


    As the world with out two madmen with nukes finally settled down in relief of a new and brighter future.


    Near the end of the war, I was stunned when I found my favorite youtubers covering the war are being banned by pro orkian hackers.  So I banned the youtuber executives and their people from living in my subspace.  Since they were banned, they could not get in contact with underworld services.  Eventually, someone step up and ask why the banned on the youtuber executives on my fancam account.  I simply stated that I dislike how youtube has increasing censorship and going more pro orkian as the war drags on.


    Also catering to people who do not like violence, all I can say is they do not have to watch and ruin if for those who do not mind it.  For ruining the contents of my favorite streamers, I fought back the only way I can and banned them from underworld.


    Of course they refute stating their automactic banned system had activited due to complaints.  I return with they have thirty days to begin to refute being pro orkian.  Thirty days for underworld to review their claims and the claims of the banned streamers.  Once the evidence on both sides are accessed, only then will underworld corporation will step in and make a decision on youtube banned status after reviewing for thirty days.


    The world was a bit shocked that I banned youtube from underworld, of course my own popular underworld fancam accounts now owns a sizable percentage of former streamers and viewers, recieved a boost in new subscribers.  As new policies youtube has enacted since the war began, had alienated many viewers with their ever changing values to disneylandish ways.


    Their ever increasing censorship making streamers covering the war ever more difficult, because they think they should not cover such content for their viewers.  All I can say to that, people who are offended to violence have a simply choice of not viewing any videos listed as having violent contend.  Why make it hard,  for I believe the vast majority, for people who have no problems seeing violence.  Most of us watch action movies all our lives, live combat is basically no different.  Both have bodies, unfortuneately the movies are fake and my condolences to the ukrainian dead.


    I really hate entitled people, they press their stupid view on to others.  I wish I had people on my side pressing my beliefs back at these entitled morons.  In Underworld Corporation Charter, it states that the corporation will never work with authoritarianism, communistic, and dictatorship governments as well as entitled people.


    Disney refused to sell me the starwars franchise as I saw them ruining my childhood dreams of adventuring in space.  I loved the first two season of the mandalorian, but I could not stomach the third season and stop on the first episode.  I only watched it and regetted it a year later, I can not believe how stupid it has gotten.  Disney destroyed the only good thing they did to starwars, though the animated clone wars had some decent episodes.


    A terrorist group made up of former orks, iranians, and north koreans evolved enter the tokyo trade tower for revenge.  But as soon as they started to attack, they were hit by a stasis field when the security guards realize the trouble and hit their emergency buttons.  Instantly the stasis field froze eveyone from moving, include those exiting their room to attack floor guests.  Once the threats were confirms, the civilians were release while the terrorists were teleported into a subspace prison to live the rest of their lives in captivity.


    As the last words they heard was "For attacking underworld corporation, you are permanently exiled from the real world."  I wonder how long their leaders will last after ending everyone''s lives in exile.  Not long at all, as soon as they recover their shock at the announcement, one big guy deck his leader and proceeds with nice good rant as he pummel the man into a smear on the ground.


    The next guy took the brutus route and backstab his bestie while yelling about how stupid he was for following him.  The rest promptly look at the last faction leaders who instantly fled into the grapefruit orchard and everyone not killing that moment gave pursuit.


    With out qi, they could never activate the portal to escape the prison world that only stretch ten mile radius from the entrance point. With grapefruit trees, bitter melon vines and green pepper plants for food and a small fresh waterfall coming from an invisible water restriction. The prisoners will have a very dull and sour life to lead while the tokyo trade tower offers a special discount for the day to celebrate surviving a terrorist attack.


    In the end, the world was shocked by my entrance into world politics by ending the ukraine war in one night of mass destruction thoughout orkian lands.  The theft of all nuclear warheads and the complete destruction of the orkian military and government.


    Declaring all vessal states independent and gave a month to vote in a new form of democratic government or monarchy with communism and dictorialships off the table.  With a threat of reinvasion if they ever return to their old ways.  Due to being lazy, pawned the peacekeeper problems on to nato.


    Although most of the world wanted the urkainian war to end soon, they did not expect me to blow orkia to smitherine in one spectacular all night long show of fireworks from an orbital viewpoint.  Satalites from all over began broadcasting the show that instantly infected the world as they all woke up and watch in stunned appreciation.


    I even donated a hundred billion to take a huge chunk off ukraine''s war debts.  Zelensky just blinks at my donation as I shrug an add "What kind of proxy ally would I be, if I cant help out with your military debts!"  Then I pointed at him to hit the accept key for the money transfer to the ukrainian government.


    Sure I could have paid it all off, but I figure they need to pay for the war crimes.  I''m sure a few orks could have been captured but killed by enraged ukrainians instead.  Or perhaps too trigger happy to notice the white flag until it was too late.  I figure a billion per ten thousand orks kill in action should be enough punishment for any war crimes commited.  With a quarter million dead orks killed by ukrainians, thats twenty five billion.  The excess can over cover any spillage cause by over zealous ukrainians.


    Besides war debts is like a self inflicted punishment, so who am I to end someone''s own desire?   All I can do is make is somewhat more manageable to handle.  My ukrainian fanbase increase drastically after that. The madman of orkia went ballistic learning many military bases and a naval base was wiped off the map in one three minute barrage.  Only to prove that orkian missile tech was inferior to western anti missile systems.


    Here ends the Orkian War ark version two rewrite, as version one rough draft was already over written.  If you enjoy this read, please wait for the Bulkarthra War arc and Have Will, Will Travel arc which are in the rough draft stages.  Someday I might do version three final draft for the Orkian War arc, as the need for back story and story continuity.


    I am a lazy guy, so putting all the chapters for the arc would be better than make everyone wait for each chapter.  I also done work in an older story, planning to publish that someday.