Very Wrong Reincarnation: Isekai with Game Nation

Senate Building, Yurken

Entering the familiar chamber of trouble, chaos, and headaches, I was met with the gathered assembly: senators from across the country, representatives of the Council of Races, federal nobles, military leaders, and government officials, all standing at attention.

"It's been a while, people. Did anyone shoot each other in my absence?" I asked, scanning the room. Everyone shook their heads in unison.

"That's good," I said, grabbing the attendance sheet. "A few absentees at the moment—just send the word to them, right, Nathan?" My trusted aide, who I hadn’t seen for almost two months, stepped forward.

"Yes, Mr. President," he replied.

"Alright, let's not beat around the bush, shall we?" I addressed the assembly. "I'm more or less satisfied with the current war situation. Perhaps by next month, we can cut Kashim's territory in half." I paused for a moment. "The enemy seems intent on abandoning or burning their own lands, hoping to deprive our soldiers of resources to scavenge or forage—a useless endeavor. Everything's been on schedule for three months now, and we're already seeing mass starvation on their side, especially among refugees and survivors in our occupied territories. Reaching a sixteen million death toll is entirely achievable, perhaps within half a year."

I scanned the room for reactions, gauging their movements. "Now, let’s move to the next order of business."

My gaze wandered across the chamber, taking in the familiar faces of representatives and officials. My eyes settled on Lerea and Zamia—the harpy and arachnid leaders I encountered eight years ago. Memories stirred as they both looked at me intently. I wondered what was going through their minds.

Curious, I focused first on Zamia, the spider woman. I activated my ability to read her thoughts and saw her status board

Polygraph Assessment: Looking forward to talk with patriarch.

That was interesting—Zamia seemed eager for a conversation. I made a mental note to greet her properly later.

Next, I turned my attention to Lerea, the small harpy chieftain. She hadn’t changed much since our first encounter. Still petite and childlike in appearance, her blue eyes and mixed-colored hair gave her a striking presence. Her wings, integrated into her arms, were still beautifully feathered, leaving only her torso, stomach, thighs, and face bare. Her bird-like legs were hidden from view as she sat. I tried to open her status board.

Nothing.

It was blank—just like Mila’s had been before. A strange unease crept over me. What did it mean that I couldn’t read her status? I rubbed my chin in thought, trying to understand the situation. Lerea noticed me staring and froze for a moment before I casually waved at her. She blinked and hesitantly waved back.

“Sir, is something wrong?” Nathan asked, noticing my pause.

“No, nothing,” I muttered, snapping back to the present. My eyes returned to the podium, where the attention of the entire assembly rested on me.

"The next order of business," I announced, "is the capture of a man named Quinoa. He’s the leader of the first wave of Marjorie crusaders—a silver-haired fanatic in his 50s. I want him alive. Anyone who succeeds will be generously rewarded."

The room immediately erupted into murmurs and whispers. Excitement sparked as representatives—especially those among the demi-humans—began to argue animatedly about what rewards they might seek. Some even stood up in their fervor.

"And lastly," I rumbled, cutting through the growing noise. I didn’t wait for their murmurs and speculations to subside completely. "We’re going to pick a fight with their goddess. To do so, we’ll slaughter these pigs to the last man as a declaration of war." My words landed heavily, silencing the entire chamber.