Re:START/If {Book 1.0}
Chapter 55: Aswad 2 of 15 “To Be Hire” (Part 01)

[About 17 Years Ago]

[Kingdom of Moloia]

To create peace always requires great sacrifice, a series of struggles and a strong dedication to achieve it. But to start a war, everyone can look for thousands of reasons each.

Everyone needs no reason to love each other. The origin of their goal is synchronous, it is quickly created and a harmony is achieved. But when people start hating each other, they easily get hundreds to thousands of excuses to justify their actions to hurt others.

Year 2,682 of the pendulum calendar, 12 years have passed after the Great War ended through the Fourth Conference of States. Even so, the word peace and prosperity is still very far from what is expected after the long war ended. The agreement that is established seems to only change the conflict from macro to micro, but does not reduce the quantity of war and instead worsen the quality of the chaos itself.

After the agreement regarding the prohibition of mutual military aggression, each country experienced a continuous internal conflict that did not end. It continued to grow until it finally triggered a civil war in the name of each other's truth, pointing guns at each other and stabbing brothers as if they were sworn enemies.

Internal conflicts are clearly taking place in various places. For a country focused on decades of war, rapidly changing economic and political systems is impossible. Time-produced weapons became useless, thousands lost their jobs as the war ended and the unpreparedness led to a massive revolution of the oppressed in their own country.

Of the four countries in existence, the Kingdom of Moloia became the second worst sufferer of civil war after the Empire. Right after the peace agreement was made at Miquator, hundreds of opinions were obtained by the A.I Super Smart and from all the senates there were more than 40% the vote stated that peace was a bad thing for the condition of the Moloia Kingdom at that time.

The natural resources of the land of spoils, the slave labor of other countries, the production of mass weapons for long-term war, the focus of the factory without considering the land of wheat for food supplies, and the, and as a result of the predetermined orientation to become a developed country without considering the cessation of a long war. After the leaders of each country decided peace suddenly and quickly, all the foundations of the Moloia Kingdom that had made them very strong immediately backfired and hit the face very hard.

More than 70% of the kingdom's population lost their jobs and fell into poverty without escape for several years. A great famine hit the country, the agrarian part immediately collapsed and the country quickly experienced a monetary crisis.

The only lifeline maintaining Moloia's external economy is the currency-equalization agreement approved at the Fourth Conference of Nations. With this, the kingdom of Moloia did not have to experience an external economic crisis that made them have to borrow funds from other countries.

However, because of all the back-effects of external peace, an internal conflict within a great scale actually took place. The kingdom of Moloia was quickly transformed into a dystopian country, strata differences as the prevailing meritocratic system became very clearly visible. The workers and the rulers, the poor and the rich, are overrun and overrun. These things became very clear to the social surface of Moloia.

The culmination of this is a Dehumanization, a degrading behavior of a person or a people because of the obvious shortcomings of the denigrated. Through totalitarian personnel management imposed by the upper classes, at once the rights of the people of the lower classes fell and they were considered nothing more than figures for the means of production alone.

The A. I. who became the foundation of the Kingdom of Moloia absolutely no one wants to budge. The voting system of their senate votes has not changed significantly despite the chaos. In the end, all of them in the upper class were only concerned with their own interests and golongannya.

A decade of civil conflict has occurred since the Fourth Conference of Nations began. Time after time it inevitably further afflicted the little people, sharing their throats with thin, very sharp eyes. The chaos of the demon summoning that also hit the iron and machine kingdom, making the country even worse. In the year 2681 the decision was finally taken out of the Faction of the Military Parties, becoming the height of the chaos that plagued Moloia.

“If we lose in terms of voting, then we will reduce the votes of the opponent pact!”

With this crazy idea put to the King in one direction, Athena, one of the A.I Super Smart directly cooperates with people from small circles to enter the military and start civil war in a more targeted situation. In just half a year, the Military Faction managed to take control of two out of five states.

Krila and Marlte, the two states became major forces in the civil war and managed to add a voice to restart a major war on the continent to restore the internal conditions of the country.

However, of course the side that wants the war to stop does not stay silent. Civil wars using weapons supposed to fight other kingdoms began, holding guns and killing each other with lead breath, explosives and poison.

Just in winter at the end of the year 2682 the pendulum, on the barren field located between the states of Krila and Jorda, the culmination of the civil war occurred. Snow fell slowly, inversely proportional to the sound of gunfire and explosions scattered everywhere.

The soldiers hid behind the trenches, trembling in coldness and fear. Bodies were scattered as if insignificant, lives easily floated because of the hot lead from the shotgun that shot along with the pull of the trigger. The commander and captain of the army sent the young men to their deaths, blew whistles and ordered them out of the trenches running down their opponents.

A Tammama huddled his crossbow rifle in a ditch, he was from the military faction and was once just an ordinary factory worker with no prior military training. Trembling he thrust gunpowder and iron balls into the sleeve of his rifle, ignited the wick and prepared to strike the line of opponents with his comrades who were hiding in a trench lined with barbed fences.

“Why the headquarters did not give a retreat order! This war is fucked! More than this we will just waste personnel!” said a high-ranking military officer with the rank mark of First Lieutenant Maid on the shoulder of his black uniform. Holding a transmission device, he looked extremely wrathful and trembled after hearing the decision to continue the war even though the casualties had reached thousands.

Dancing in a deep breath, he put the whistle to his mouth and peered out of the trench. In the look of his eyes were corpses, thick dust scattered in the air along with smoke, flames and gray clouds in the sky that lowered the dull snow.

Right straight in the look of his eyes, the front line of the opposing fortress was standing firmly in the middle of the battlefield. Their opposing armies marched to build walls with black iron board shields, barbed wire fences, and some were seen standing guard and continuing to aim with the axes of the guns blazing.

Rising from the trench, the officer picked up the cue by raising his right hand high and directly blowing a whistle as fast as he could to start the attack.

“Hoooooo!!!!!!”

Simultaneous shouting rumbled, from the six-kilometer-long trench that became the front line of the military faction out troops that numbered more than 700 people. But before they could run towards the fortress, the shot that did not even sound could be heard darting out quickly and directly pierced the head of the First Lieutenant Helper who gave the cue of attack.

The man's body collapsed and his hat floated down to the feet of a Tammama who had previously trembled in fear in a trench. Amidst his comrades who did not stop running crashing towards the enemy fortress, the young man fell silent and trembled in fear seeing the broken head of the man who ordered the troops to walk towards death.

He was hit from behind by one of his colleagues, carried away by the flow of people and finally ran back to death. Steadying his mind and gnashing his teeth tightly, the young man raised his weapon and sped up his run.

“Di’in .... I will definitely be back! Wait sister in ruma—”

The duark!!

The hot lead from the direction of the enemy troops directly penetrated the right chest of the Tammama, making it collapse backward without having time to pull the trigger of the weapon. His breathing was breathless, his right lung was completely destroyed, heat shot out along with the blood flowing out and slowly turned into a cold that spread all over the body quickly. Amidst his faded gaze, the young man lying on the ground saw a fairy figure in the sky of the battlefield.

The Fairy Soldier Platoon numbered 20 Elves and 5 High Elves, all flying several hundred meters in the air and carrying renegade rifles that had been modified with their runes and magic. Dressed in black military uniforms with accents of several dark green lines, the elite troops moving directly under the authority of the King were on the battlefield to help other Factions fight the Military Faction.

Being the only air force on the battlefield, the winged troops made those under easy targets like scarecrows that were easily targeted.

“Warri ... A fairy? Why did they go down to the battlefield? Not that they are special units just to brawl —Agh!!”

One of the Elves immediately finished off the Tammama with his shotgun, hot lead shot out precisely against the young man's heart and smashed it like a cannon.

“Uwah ~ Your habits are very bad, always just let your target suffer first like that,” said one of the fairy soldiers on his partner who just executed his target.

“I forgot that the human heart is in the left chest ...”

“That reason again?”

“Who is reasonable? I completely forgot ...”

The pale green-haired elf took the lead ball from the bag on his belt, activated the rune on the surface of the bullet and inserted it into the shell casing. Without the need for gunpowder, he activated the rune on his rifle and activated the combustion to gain a booster momentum in the shell. He took aim again, pulled the trigger and directly smashed the head of one of the soldiers at the bottom with a rifle with power equivalent to the cannon.

“You .... intentionally do that, ‘kan?” asked the blonde-haired Elf who was a flying companion hovering near the pale green-haired Elf. In order to prepare a rifle that had been modified according to its magic, the blonde-haired Elf pointed the muzzle of the rifle down.

Pulling the trigger without aiming accurately, the glowing bullet instantly shot rapidly down and aimed at the heart of one of the soldiers running towards the fortress. Not stopping at one target, the bullet was like a guided missile moving quickly and punched the hearts of five soldiers before finally stopping.

“Tagging heart which is the source of which energy for bullet trajectory, huh? As always, your magic is deadly and cruel,” quipped the pale green hair Elf.

“What are you talking about? Crushing the heart is one of the softest ways of killing...”.

“Soft what? Killing yes keep killing, no different—”

“Two of you!!” rebuke someone who flew higher than the two Elves. He was the leader of the Fairy Warrior, a High Elf named Laura Sam’kloi. A shoulder-length blonde hair, emerald green eyes and butterfly-shaped light particle wings that stretched wider than the others.

He raised his rifle filled with magic power, aimed at the two subordinates and stared with cold eyes. The type of rifle held by Laura is different from its subordinates, in the form of a Springfield M1903 with a viewfinder. The two Elves instantly trembled, feeling that their superior would actually unhesitatingly shoot.

As Laura Sam’kloi pulled the trigger, light bullets shot past them and directly hit the trench where the opposing soldiers were hiding. As soon as a powerful explosion was created, it was like dozens of dynamites being blasted simultaneously and gusts of wind to the point of pushing the two Elves who were previously arguing.

“Do not let your guard down during the war! Even though we know the effective distance of their weapons, that doesn't mean their bullets can't hit us!!” reprimand the leaders of the Fairy Soldiers.

Looking towards the explosion that occurred several hundred below, instantly all the Fairy Soldiers trembled in awe as well as fear. Down there is absolutely ravaged, all of them crumble until the ground is lifted and make the crater hole burn. At that moment, the course of the war completely changed and the victorious rebels in numbers were instantly repulsed with the arrival of the elite forces.

Those Fairy Soldiers used their own unique magic assimilated with their rifles. Slaughtering the rebels from the air, without worrying about bullets from below hitting them due to the effective range of an ordinary revolting rifle that was only a few tens of meters away.

The difference in strength completely changed the meaning of the battle on the battlefield, into a one-way slaughter war that was truly one-sided. Weapons that were supposed to be developed for the purpose of fighting other countries were instead used to kill one nation's own brothers, so irony for pulling the trigger and being targeted by hot lead.

In less than half an hour, an army of over 700 turned into a pile of corpses on the surface. Not until there, the Fairy Soldiers continued to fly into the enemy territory and beat them back to enter the cities where civilians lived.

The city burned bright red flames that lit under the gray sky. The falling snow instantly evaporated, lost and meaningless amidst the chaos that existed. Like snow falling, the hot lead from a rifle leaves people lying on the burning streets of the city.

From the air, the fairy soldiers did not much different, Searching for targets for their rifles, aiming accurately and pulling the trigger to execute. Flying higher than the others, Laura Sam’kloi stared with the flat eyes of the city full of the corpse.

He clearly knew that under there civilians were being mixed up into hot lead targets, the elite soldier who got the nickname Bomber at a glance felt pain in the heart to see the people who should be protected instead must be finished with his own orders. Taking a deep breath and confining that feeling in his mind, he picked up the weapon and once again channeled Mana into his rifle to activate the magic of city-wide bombers.

Runes began to appear around him, magic circles were created above the female's head and activated Mana in unnatural quantities. A bright light instantly emanated from his body, the wings that stretched wide on his back quickly turned into particles of light and began to enter into the rifle casings he held with two hands.

“Ignis. Tin. Aer. Simul in unum: agente mutationem ..”

Laura pointed her weapon down, activated her magic array quickly and ran the broad-range magic formula. The magic circle and rune instantly disappeared from around the High Elf, then appeared a magic circle in small size at the end of the muzzle of his rifle.

“Exploding Magic: Parva Nuclear ...”

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