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Greedy Player's Guide To Rule An Empire In A (Not) Game

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Magic and science were made to fight each other, but what if someone was able to combine both and create extraordinary technologies? Here in 'Civilizica', that is possible. Become an adventurer and explore the vast world! Or gather people and create a community, lead them, and build a formidable Empire! A game where you can be whoever you want! A (not) game. Everyone suddenly fell unconscious, and when they woke up, they realized they couldn't exit the game. What's this? A bug? Server error? Whatever it is, the fate of the nation, the people, and all the players trapped now lies in her hands.
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Chapter 1 - 1. The Dawn

The sea churned beneath a sky heavy with storm clouds, as if the heavens themselves sensed the violence about to erupt. Waves crashed against the hulls of the warships, their steel bodies gleaming under the faint light of a setting sun. On the horizon, the two great navies of the world stood poised to clash.

In the distance, the New Albion's fleet cut through the water like a blade, its battleships bristling with guns and arcane weaponry. The Royal Ace, the flagship of the fleet, led the charge, its cannons aimed squarely at the enemy.

Opposite them, the Rheinmark Empire's fleet formed a line, as disciplined and unyielding as ever. Their battleships were no less formidable—dreadnoughts of steel and firepower, honed from centuries of naval warfare. The Höllenflamme took its place at the front, its massive turrets already turning to face the approaching threat.

For a moment, the two fleets drifted in silence, carried by the currents. Then, with a sound that seemed to shake the very sky, the first volley was fired.

From the Royal Acecame a roar as its guns unleashed their fury, shells hurtling through the air toward the Rheinmark ships. But these were no ordinary shells—each one crackled with arcane energy, glowing faintly as they streaked toward their targets. Moments later, they struck. A Rheinmark cruiser erupted in a shower of flame and shrapnel, its armor unable to withstand the combined force of steel and magic.

But the Rheins did not falter. Their own guns opened fire, sending a barrage of shells toward the New Albion's fleet. The sea exploded as the rounds hit, sending columns of water skyward. One of the Kingdom's destroyers was hit, but an invisible barrier prevents it from splitting in two.

"All ships, maintain formation!" the admiral of the New Albion's fleet shouted from the deck of the Royal Ace. His voice, hardened by years of command, was steady despite the chaos around him. "Prepare to engage the enemy's flagship. We must break their line."

The Kingdom's fleet surged forward, arcs of magical energy crackling between the ships as they activated their arcane shields. These barriers, invisible to the naked eye, shimmered briefly each time they deflected an incoming shell, providing a defense that no conventional technology could match.

The Rheins, however, had no such advantage. Relying solely on their steel and firepower, they fought with grim determination, trusting in their superior tactics and the indomitable will of their fleet. The Royal Ace fired, its massive guns targeting the heart of the enemy formation. A direct hit sent one of the Empire's cruisers listing to one side, smoke billowing from its deck.

"Enemy dreadnought on the starboard side!" came the cry from one of the Albion officers.

The Höllenflamme had closed the distance, and its guns were now trained on the Royal Ace. The two ships, the pride of their respective fleets, faced each other across the open sea, the tension between them palpable.

"Prepare to fire!" the admiral of the Royal Ace ordered, his eyes locked on the enemy flagship.

The Höllenflamme struck first, its guns unleashing a devastating volley. The Royal Ace shuddered under the impact, its arcane shields flaring as they struggled to absorb the blow. For a moment, it seemed as though the Kingdom's flagship might falter, but then its cannons roared to life in response.

Shells tore through the sky, slamming into the Höllenflamme with a force that sent shockwaves across the water. Fire erupted from the Rhein dreadnought's deck, but it did not fall. Both ships continued to fight, neither willing to concede defeat.

As the battle raged, the storm overhead finally broke. Rain lashed down in sheets, drenching the decks of the ships and obscuring the horizon. Lightning flashed, illuminating the battlefield in brief, terrible bursts. The sea became a maelstrom of fire, steel, and magic.

"Keep firing!" the admiral shouted, his voice barely audible over the storm and the din of battle. "We will not let them take this victory!"

The crew of the Royal Ace obeyed without hesitation, their guns blazing as they poured everything they had into the assault.

Inside the dimly lit turret combat station of the Royal Ace, the air was thick with tension. The thrum of machinery reverberated through the steel walls, mixing with the sound of distant explosions and the creaking of the ship as it absorbed the impact of enemy fire. The crew inside the turret, clad in their navy-blue uniforms, worked in silent synchronization, their faces illuminated by the dull red glow of arcane runes etched into the control panels.

At the bridge, Admiral William stood in silence. His eyes were fixed on the display in front of him, a flickering projection of the battlefield outside. Despite the storm lashing the ship and the relentless fire from the Rheinmark fleet, his focus was unwavering. He grabs the radio.

"Target: enemy flagship." William ordered, his voice steady.

Back inside the turret, a young ensign barely out of training, moved swiftly to follow the command, hands flying over the controls as he dialed in the coordinates. The magical runes on the turret's control board pulsed as they interfaced with the ship's arcane systems, guiding the massive cannon to its new target. There was a faint hum of energy, almost imperceptible beneath the roar of the battle.

Deep within the bowels of the turret, the loaders sprang into action. Massive shells were lifted by mechanical arms and slid into the breech of the turret's main gun. These weren't ordinary shells—each one had been infused with arcane energy, glowing faintly with a violet hue. Runes danced along the casing, containing the raw power within.

"Arcane rounds loaded!"

"Brace for recoil!"

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"Fire!"

The gunner slammed down on the firing lever, and for a split second, time seemed to freeze. Then, with an ear-splitting crack, the main cannon roared to life. The entire ship trembled as the enormous gun fired, the recoil slamming through the turret like a wave of force. The arcane shell screamed through the stormy sky, a comet of fire and energy streaking toward the enemy.

William watches as the shell's flew towards its target.

"Direct hit!" In the brief flicker of the display, William could see the Rheinmark flagship engulfed in flame, but the Höllenflamme continued to press forward, undeterred.

"They're coming in hard," William muttered, his jaw clenched. "We need to break that flagship before they close the gap."

Outside, the battle raged on. The Royal Ace's arcane shields flickered as they absorbed hit after hit from the enemy's relentless barrage. For the men inside the turret, the world was reduced to the rhythmic roar of the cannon and the hum of arcane energy flowing through the ship's systems.

"Prepare for another volley!" William commanded.

The turret adjusted once more, aligning perfectly with the now-damaged Höllenflamme. As the next shell was locked in place, a sudden jolt rocked the ship. One of the enemy's shells had hit its mark. The entire turret shuddered violently, and for a moment, the lights dimmed.

"Damage report!" William yelled, steadying himself against the sudden lurch.

"Starboard hull's taken a hit, but the shields are holding!" one of the engineers shouted from his station.

"Get those shields back up!" William bellowed. "We're not done yet."

The engineers worked furiously to control the flow of magical energy through the ship. Slowly, the shields flickered back to life, shimmering faintly as they absorbed more incoming fire.

"Main guns reloaded, sir!" the fire control officer called, waiting for his order.

William took a deep breath, steadying himself as he watched the Rheinmark flagship through the scope. This was it. One more shot, and they might just cripple the enemy's mightiest ship.

"Fire!"

Once again, the cannon roared, and the turret shook as the arcane shell was launched into the storm. William watched as the shot arced through the sky, a streak of violet light cutting through the rain and smoke, before slamming into the Höllenflamme.

This time, the explosion was more than just fire and shrapnel. The arcane energy within the shell detonated, sending ripples of magical force cascading across the Rheinmark ship. The Höllenflamme shuddered, its forward guns going silent, smoke billowing from its hull.

William exhaled, a rare smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Direct hit."

The explosion from the Höllenflamme's hull lit up the darkened sky, a flash of fire that illuminated the entire fleet for a brief, breathtaking moment. As the smoke and flames billowed outward, the Rheinmark flagship began to list heavily to one side, its proud form now broken and defeated.

Inside the the Royal Ace, the crew erupted into cheers, their voices rising above the crackling comms and rumbling machinery. After hours of relentless battle, the sight of their enemy's flagship falling into disarray was the signal they had been waiting for.

"We did it!" shouted Ensign Baumer, his face lit with a grin as he pumped a fist into the air.

Admiral William allowed himself a rare moment to breathe, his stern expression easing as he watched the Höllenflamme sink lower in the water. But even amidst the triumph, his voice remained steady, a reminder to his crew that discipline was to be maintained.

"All right, all of you—back to your stations. We're not out of this storm yet," he commanded, though a faint smile betrayed his own satisfaction.

The New Albion's fleet had gained the upper hand. With their flagship crippled, the rest of the enemy ships began to break formation, some attempting to retreat into the storm, others maneuvering in a last-ditch effort to rally. But the Royal Ace and her sister ships were relentless.

"Fleet command has given the order," came a voice over the comms. "All ships: engage remaining targets. Secure the area."

The crew moved with newfound energy, invigorated by the knowledge that they were close to victory. At William's command, the Royal Ace turned its guns toward a nearby enemy cruiser that was struggling to retreat. The turret whirred as it locked on target, and without hesitation, the crew fired.

Each hit brought a fresh wave of celebration, the adrenaline coursing through them like a tide as ship after ship in the enemy fleet succumbed to their relentless assault. Some of the enemy ships surrendered, others were engulfed by flames and abandoned, and soon, only the faint outline of wreckage and drifting debris marked the once-formidable Rheinmark line.

Through the haze of battle, William's gaze drifted over the ocean, storm had subsided, and the rain fell more gently, washing away the blood and oil that spread like a dark cloud across the waves.

"Status report?" he asked, his tone softer now.

One of the communications officers responded, a note of triumph clear in his voice. "The enemy forces are withdrawing, sir. They are in full retreat."

A collective sigh of relief swept through the crew. The officers exchanged weary glances, the weight of their victory sinking in as the adrenaline faded. They had done it—they had held the line and driven back the Rheinmark Empire.

As the remaining New Albion's ships regrouped, William allowed himself a final look at the horizon. The debris-strewn waters spoke of the fierce struggle that had taken place, a testament to their courage and strength. He knew they had struck a decisive blow, one that would echo across the world.

"Good work, everyone," he said, pride evident in his voice. "Let's take us home."

With that, the Royal Ace turned toward the horizon, leading the victorious fleet back through the darkened waters as the first light of dawn began to break through the clouds.

Or at least that was how a girl imagined the fight would be like.