The Nightmare’s Return: Magic, Science, and Occult
The plan is going smoothly. Before the day he awakens comes, we must prepare everything. The 9x19mm Parabellum bullet took your life and sealed our defeat. However, we have not lost yet, nor do we admit defeat.
Karl Dönitz did good job. He bought us time to secure His Excellency the Führer's body. But if the Allies learned that his body was gone, those cowardly bastards would surely search for it relentlessly. Therefore, we had prepared a double, and along with the double's body, everything was set on fire. The history that followed is one of humiliation.
The last legacy left behind by His Excellency the Führer. Using those, we started a research to bring him back to life. It was a field that every researcher in every country ridiculed and denied at that time. However, their ridicule has became our weapon. His Excellency the Führer will surely awaken someday. Therefore, we who remain must begin the final struggle.
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In the past, there were countries in the world that were known as occult powerhouses, such as Mexico, the Czech Republic, and the former Soviet Union. That being said, the tittle of occult powerhouse was actually something used by other countries to mock them behind the scenes. No country conducted research in this field at national level in reality. No, there was one country that actually conducted research in occultism for military use at national level. However, that country no longer existed in the world map.
April 30, 1945. The death of the country's symbolic governor led to their defeat in the war. The governor's body was cremated and buried in a certain location, but the records showed that at one point, it was exhumed, cremated again, and then scattered in the Elbe River. Only if those records were accurate.
There were some fanatics who even claimed that he was immortal. Or that his soul was universal, and he would return to them someday. Thus they continued to move behind the scene. Their goal was to restore their homeland --- the Third Reich. They didn’t consider the present-day Germany their homeland at all. Fortunately, many of them survived the war. The research also continued until this day.
Now, comrades, the time to rise has come.
Move, move, move!
Run, run, run!
Purge those plump, fat lumps of flesh.
Show them that we are immutable.
Pierce the needle, control the mind.
They have no idea that we have the knowledge and the power to manipulate people.
Bring down the hammer on the complex and bizarre politics of the current world.
Behold, that gigantic ark.
Isn't that truly fitting for His Excellency the Führer?
Now, comrades, charge forward!
That will be our Third Reich.
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Early morning. Before breakfast, I stopped by the bridge to check if there was anything unusual. There were two reports waiting. One was that Rossweisse had returned home with the mementos because France refused them. I ordered her to deliver the mementos to the Palace of Versailles --- the political center of France. However, it seemed that she was not allowed to fly her Magia Ritter there for security reasons.
"I see. This is my fault. I didn’t expect France to be so stubborn."
"Master, it’s not your fault. It’s France’s fault for unilaterally labeling us as enemies."
"*beep*.... Most likely, France’s next move will be to demand us to return their oceanographic research vessel along with the mementos. What will you do?"
“Tell them to come here to pick up the mementos themselves. If they want the ship back, they can buy it from us.”
“That’s a good idea, My Lord.”
I don't want to start a fight, but I won't back down if they start one. Still, I want to return the mementos to the bereaved family at least. There are many cases in France where their country's pride ends up being self-harming.
"So, what's the second report?"
"*beep*.... Dimensional disturbance was detected last night. The coordinates and other details are perfectly concealed, making it impossible to track."
"Dimensional disturbance? I don't really get it, but can we find out what caused it?"
"*beep*.... Since we didn't monitor the entire planet all the time, we can't be sure about the cause. The reason we could detect it was because Truss One's dimensional sensing system."
"I got it. So, how does it affect us?"
According to Octa One, there were three possible scenarios that could cause dimensional disturbance. First was natural phenomena, which was the most common scenario. Simply put, it was something like earthquake. In this case, we could easily track the coordinates. The second scenario was when the Creator God interfered directly with the world. In this case, Octa One would have known it. The third scenario was when something from another dimension crossed over. In this case, this could be hostile entities that came to invade.
“In other words, there’s a possibility of invasion from another dimension, correct?”
"*beep*.... It's just a possibility at the moment. I have already started additional production of Combat Servants since last night. Once completed, we plan to deploy them all over the world for monitoring."
"Oh, we can also use them to gather information during natural disasters. You can continue with the production. But invasion, huh...."
This mobile battleship Ama no Murakumo is, so to speak, the culmination of magical technology created by the gods. Will they even become a threat to us?
"*beep*.... This could be related to gods from another world."
"Seriously? Then, please remain vigilant. I'll also try to think of something I can do."
"*beep*.... Understood."
I've been thinking about a lot of things since early morning, but I guess that's part of my job. Let's continue after I take a bath and have breakfast.
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Guam, USA. Ever since the visit of Misaki Tendou, the monarch of Ama no Murakumo, a commotion known as Ama no Murakumo fever has been raging on the island. Kimonos and jinbei based on the clothes worn by Misaki had started to appear in shops all over the island. Miniature soft vinyl figures of the Mobile Battleship Ama no Murakumo and Margia Ritter, as well as secretly taken photos of her, were also being sold everywhere. However, none of them were official merchandise, and most were hastily produced by some manufacturer to jump on the boom. Many of them would go out of stock once they were sold out. Even so, Ama no Murakumo was located just 600km from Guam, and there were rumors that private tour companies were currently planning 'Ama no Murakumo viewing trips', and were also seeking contact information to obtain licenses for official merchandise.
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Apra Harbor, US Naval Facility, Western Guam. After Misaki Tendou's visit to Guam, Vice Admiral Osman Hayward would occasionally have nightmares and wake up drenched in sweat in the morning. However, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remember the contents of those nightmares for some reason. He went to the hospital for a checkup, but nothing abnormal was found. Curious, he set up a voice recorder before going to bed and left it on overnight.
"Attack Ama no Murakumo...."
"All for the day to come...."
"Without getting our hands dirty, attack Ama no Murakumo...."
"For revenge...."
"For the future...."
"Bring down the hammer on Russia...."
"Bring down the hammer on Europe...."
"Take France back into our hands...."
"Bring the hammer down on the Allies...."
"Bring the hammer down on the enemies of the Axis...."
"All for His Excellency the Führer...."
"Sieg Heil...."
He heard a faint voice, almost as if singing. Certainly, the voice was his own, but Osman didn't understand why he was muttering those words in his sleep.
I mean, what exactly do these words mean?
Or what was I even saying?
Sieg Heil?
Why am I, a native American, pledging my loyalty to that man?
"Seriously, what's wrong with me? Have I gone crazy?"
Osman shook his head and thought, but nothing came to his mind.
I've never been fascinated by the Nazis. However, there is no doubt that the voice coming from the voice recorder is mine.
Osman went quiet after repeating the chant three times. However, about one hour later, he started chanting those words again. He repeated this loop until he woke up.
“I’m really going crazy....”
I am a United States of America Navy officer, Commander of the Seventh Fleet, Vice Admiral Osman Hayward. USA is my homeland. My loyalty is to my country.
Osman desperately tried to recall his past. However, within his memories, he had no recollection of contact with Nazi remnants or fanatics. Then, as if the fog had been lifted, Osman's mind suddenly became clear. He already forgot about the nightmare or the recording.
"That's right, I was having trouble falling asleep because I was really tired these days. I also have to set out for Japan-US joint patrol training tomorrow. Let’s take a shower first for now...."
Osman changed into his uniform and left his room. In the hallway, he met with one of his subordinates.
"It's almost time, Sir. I've come to pick you up."
"Thank you for your hard work. This is the first joint patrol training with Japan in a long time. There have been some complications with the appearance of Ama no Murakumo, but we must do our best."
"I agree. However, since the Japanese cabinet has been dissolved, this joint patrol training is being conducted under the provisional government."
"I've received the report. That country's government is quite unstable. Oh well, I can't really speak for other countries, but it's still terrible."
Osman walked down the hallway followed by his subordinate. But suddenly, he heard his subordinate humming something.
"Vice Admiral Osman Hayward, what are your plans for dealing with Ama no Murakumo?"
"We will launch an attack as soon as our joint patrol training is over. That nation is the very embodiment of evil to America, and we'll be attacking with all our might. Are you prepared?"
"Yes, please rest assured. It's all for the sake of His Excellency the Führer. First we will isolate Ama no Murakumo from the rest of the world, and with them at its center, the world will once again head towards the great war."
"That's right, it's all for.... His Excellency.... the Führer.... ugh...."
Holding his head, Osman crouched down on the spot.
"Is the needle still unstable? For now, let's deactivate the mind control. Everything is for Mein Führer."
Osman's complexion gradually returned to normal after his subordinates whispered something to his ear.
"Sir, please pull yourself together. What happened?"
"Ugh, I don't know. I suddenly felt dizzy...."
"Let's stop by the clinic just to be safe."
"No, it's nothing serious. Let's head to Ronald Reagan immediately."
"Understood."
Shaking his head, Osman stood up and started walking again as if nothing happened.
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It was nothing but a minuscule existence. Originating from somewhere that was not here. This was a real story, but from a world of myth. The battle between the God of Creation and the God of Destruction. A mythical war that engulfed countless worlds. Both the God of Creation and the God of Destruction perished as a result of this war. While the God of Creation entrusted his power to his successor, the power of the God of Destruction was absorbed by another god, becoming the new God of Destruction himself. However, before perished, the (former) God of Destruction turned his consciousness into fragments and scattered them across countless worlds. One of those fragments, the remnant of the God of Destruction, crossed space and time and fell to Earth. To regain its power, a strong vessel with a strong will would be needed. Coincidentally, that was where it drifted to.
A small room, someone's office. A skeleton dressed in an old military uniform sat in the chair. The remnant of the God of Destruction entered the skeleton and read its memories and its lingering attachments.
Without strength, justice is powerless.
I seek new strength, new mysteries.
Very well.
This body will be a suitable new vessel for me.
The remnant of the God of Destruction began to incarnate. What was once a human skeleton slowly turned back into a living human. The man then slowly rose from his chair and turned toward a swastika flag hanging on the wall.
"Hmm, I can feel a mass of resentment from this vessel. Very well, I will clear away that resentment for you...."
The man adjusted his hat and sat back down in the chair. From beyond the door, the sound of someone approaching could be heard.
Now then, let us begin a new struggle.
My name is Adolf Hitler.
One who has been granted new power by the remnant of the God of Destruction.
The day after Truss One detected dimensional disturbance, the worst calamity had began to awaken.