Everything feels weird. I feel warm and cold at the same time, but I can't see. It feels like I'm both laying on hard ground, yet floating at the same time.
As Bruno opens his eyes he notices a white sandy beach, but that can't be the case. He should be in downtown in a foreign city.
Why am I on a beach? Where is the city? Who brought me here!?!?
"Welcome to your new world! This system is here to help you survive and thrive here, but you have one mission. Rebuild the German Reich!"
"...WHAT!?", like a bolt of lightning Bruno stands up as he quickly checks his surroundings. The shock sends his senses into overdrive as he quickly recalls the last things he can remember.
"No, no, no, no! I was just downtown! I'd just left the clients office and was heading to the hotel.Then… Then…. Why can't I remember anything after?".
"Notice. Host has died in a terror attack prior to transmigration."
"What!?!"
"Notice. Host Bruno Richthofen, died during a terror attack conducted by the local ultranationalist movement on the federal judiciary across the street. Cause of death is traumatic brain injury coupled with extreme internal bleeding due to concussive force."
"...…. What….. the... FUCK!..... I work my ass off for YEARS to get that position! I worked constant overtime, dealt with non-stop corporate over-reach, and even skipped HOLIDAYS! And THIS….. This... this is how it ends…. Dead in some random fucking street in another country?". Utterly deflated Bruno drops onto the sand, ignoring the blazing sun approaching its zenith and the sorching sand. As he collects his thoughts he reflects back on his former life. Even though he was under constant strain, he quite enjoyed his life. He liked to joke with his friends in the office over mundane matters. He enjoyed the little Italian hole-in-the-wall across from his apartment. Even though the stress from his job was sometimes overwhelming, and often complained about corporate, he actually liked the constant challenges in rising climbing the ladder to the next position. Most of all, he loved reading both historical accounts and light novels.
Can't believe I got fuckig isekai'd.
As he chuckles darkly at his fate, he turns his attention back to the fantasy-like hologram.
Guess I gotta figure this shit out. Can't believe I'm living some fantasy life now. How do I work this thing?
"Notice. Host simply needs to use think and the system will comply to the best of it's abilities. Would you like to see system console?"
Hm. Seems straight forward. System, display console.
As he finishes the thought the screen in front of him changes to a list of sorts, displaying the main console of this mysterious system.
System Console
Name: Bruno Richthofen
Age: 23
Race: Human (male)
Nation: N/A
Population: N/A
Military Forces: N/A
Treasury: N/A
Mission: 3
Shop: Open
Inventory: N/A
Wheel Spin: 1
Help: Host need only think of the console tab to open said tab. The system can only work within the confines of the console. Missions can be completed for currency, which will then be deposited into the treasury. Treasury funds reflect the nations accumulated funds from internal and external sources. Treasury funds can be used to purchase items from the shop, be it population, military personnel, infrastructure, vehicles and weapons, or individual items. Inventory refers to hosts personal assets, be they bought, gifted, or acquired. Wheel Spin refers to a wheel that can be spun once a month for randomized prizes. Spins not used are stored for use at a latter time, with a limit of 12 spins. Notice. There is a message from benefactor for the host in mission tab.
Well, look at that. Seems intuitive, and pretty damn cool to be honest. System, open missions.
Missions
1. Name your nation: Every empire needs a home country with a memorable name.
2. Rebuild the 2nd Reich!: Rebuild one of historys greatest empires in this new world.
3. Message from benefactor: Have the system read the message left by your mysterious benefactor.
"Welp… Guess I don't really have a choice. Time to get started."