He Died and Receive an Overpowered Tyrant System

Aftermath

After the battle between the United National Socialist Party and the kingdom's subjugating army, talk about the United National Socialist Party monopolized conversations across the Leonhard and Brachride domains. One couldn't pass a street corner, worksite, or tavern without hearing about them.

"Hard to believe, huh. Eighbury and Leonhard are one thing, but they even took down Brachride like it was nothing."

"Did he not send out his armored cavalry or something?"

"That's just it, a soldier buddy of mine told me that they all mobilized...and got completely wiped out."

"The invincible armored cavalry lost?!"

"Word in the street says that when the armored cavalry charged their infantry, the ground exploded under their feet. It was like cannon fire came out of nowhere."

"I heard the United National Socialist Party is crazy powerful and has an army that can do some crazy s**t. They're all basically mages. Marquis Brachride made the right call surrendering. I mean they've got a mysterious weapon on their hands. There's no way some average guy could overcome a ten-to-one numbers advantage and take two domains in a week."

"Well, looks like things worked out pretty good for us little guys."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

The commoners had initially been hesitant about being taken over by some strange political group. However, when they experienced the benevolent governing of the UNSP firsthand and saw how they were working to round up corrupt nobles, few were eager to voice complaints. For the first time in many years, there was hope.

Some truly began to believe the world was actually changing. The prospect was so exciting it made their hearts throb.

"You hear what happened to Baron Zeln's asshole son?"

"That guy was going and prostrating himself in front of all the people he'd used his dad's power to abuse, you mean? They say he was paying them off not to rat him out."

"Well, apparently someone spilled the beans, and he ended up getting arrested."

"I mean, the asshole executed a couple of people. Didn't even give them trials. No wonder someone was fed up with his shit."

"When they dragged him off, he was shouting. 'I don't want to die' with snot dripping down his face and piss spilling down his pants."

"Hahaha, serves him right."

"Man, I still can't believe it. Nobles getting locked up for hurting us, commoners…"

"Yeah, it's all thanks to the United National Socialist Party."

"They were extravagant uniforms that are tempting me to join their army."

"I know the king won't go down without a fight, but I hope they beat him."

Poorer folk weren't the only ones who felt a new era creeping up along the horizon, either.

The nobles sensed it, too.

…

A week after annexation, the United National Socialist Party took their detained lords, Leonhard and Brachride, to the Manufacturing District they'd built inside Eighbury.

The goal of their little field trip was to set Leonhard and Brachride at ease.

The United National Socialist Party had annexed Leonhard's and Brachride's domains by defeating their joint military forces, but they didn't have the manpower to hold them, in truth. Compared to the Eighbury domain, which boasted less than a century's worth of cultivation, each of them had far more people and land.

If the United National Socialist Party were going to retain dominion over both domains, assistance from its current ruling class would be essential Thus, the decision was made to show Brachride and Leonhard just how powerful the United National Socialist Party was. In doing so, the hope was to cut out their animosity at the root and secure their cooperation.

It perhaps went without saying, but to the two lords, their tour was just one world-shattering surprise one after another.

"Th...is this really the weapon they used against us?"

Upon being shown the arms factory, Brachride let out an awestruck yelp. Their guide, the minister of propaganda, Lex seemed impressed. "Sixty years old and still leading the charge. It's only natural you'd react that way after seeing the weapon yourself."

"I have never seen such a weapon like this…"

"How does this thing work? During the battle, it roared continuously." Brachride asked.

"You raise an excellent question, Marquis Brachride. For therein lies the secret behind the rapid-fire."

Lex picked up a rifle lying against the shooting range's wall.

"The inside of the bigger part is hollow, and it's filled with a certain something. Marquis Brachride, care to take a stab at what that something might be?" As he elaborated, Lex loaded a thirty-round magazine into the G36.

Brachride paused and thought for a moment. But there was only one thing that made sense to load in with munitions, and he quickly arrived at the answer.

"Could it really be...black powder?"

Lex fired a shot at one of the range's targets.

"Precisely, to compare it with something, let's take a cannon for example. We all knew that gunpowder and the round ball are put inside separately and were to be ignited by the fuse right? This one combines it." He continued. "Well, it's better to show it than explaining it to you."

Lex aimed his assault rifles and fired off in rapid succession by just pulling the trigger and holding it.

It roared as it burst out thirty rounds in mere seconds.

The two marquises trembled as they looked on in shock.

"How utterly brilliant…"

They were painfully shaking with fear at how advanced their former foes' technology was, but more than that, they were awestruck at the sheer ingenuity that went into every aspect of the rifle's construction. Projectiles and propellants were packaged together and then loaded in sequence springs.

It was so simple that Brachride and Leonhard could picture it in their heads. That's what made it all so impressive.

"Hold on a minute, now!" Knowing how the UNSP's weapons worked made Marquis Leonhard all the more confused, however. "These uses black powder to fire off bullets, just like the kingdom's?!"

"That's right," answered Lex.

"But that doesn't make sense! You people must've fired off thousands of shots in the last battle! Where did all that black powder come from?!"

Marquis Brachride took over from there, saying, "He's right; that is strange. Eighbury never seemed too excited about arming his men with firearms, and I'd heard that the city watch in your old post, Eighbury, had only a few cannons to go around. How did you get gunpowder in such quantities? Saltpeter, the raw material, is hardly easy to come by."

"Well, I had the same reaction as you guys but I learned that it came from thin air."

"Thin air?!" Buchwald exclaimed.

"You mean to say they whipped up such a precious resource from nothing at all?! Is that even possible…?" Brachride asked, dubious.

"Apparently so, they used a process called "Haber-Bosch process"

"What magic…"

Back from Earth, the process had revolutionized human history to such an extent that calling it magic wasn't off the mark.

Put simply, the Haber-Bosch process used heat and pressure to cause a chemical reaction that used iron oxide as a catalyst to pull nitrogen from the air and make it into ammonia.

And that ammonia was required to synthesize saltpeter, also known as potassium nitrate, the raw ingredient behind gunpowder.

"You were standing on the front lines, Marquis Brachride, so you of all people should realize that nothing short of a divine providence could've created the amount of gunpowder of the UNSP, used in that battle."

"That's…" A bead of sweat formed on Brachride's forehead. He couldn't refute it.

To make him more shocked, Lex gave Brachride a piece of paper.

"Hmm? What's this?"

"The UNSP's commander and his men were given this battle plan just before we engaged your army. Volksfuhrer Ernest Gonzales, the supreme leader of the UNSP, told me to show this to you. He assured me that it would help convince you."

Confused, Brachride received the report and quickly scanned it.

"..." The man's face went a shade paler than it had when he'd seen the miraculous inner workings of the guns and the Haber-Bosch process.

From the moment they set foot on Poeta to when they'd laid down their arms at Nelubkalva, every action his army had taken was laid out nigh prophetically in the battle plan.

"Ha...hahahah."

Brachride couldn't help but let out a dry chuckle.

'What a world.'

If the written account had only contained the orders he'd actually given, Marquis Brachride could've dismissed it as something the UNSP had prepared after the fact to trick him. Included in the documents were not only the list of orders he'd issued but also detailed alternate courses that Brachride had considered at each moment. These were plans he'd contemplated but never issued.

From there, the papers became a detailed flowchart with paths for each possibility, allowing those who read it to respond to whatever choices Brachride might have made.

Given that Brachride himself was the one who'd considered all the various options and possibilities listed on the chart, he knew it was impossible to deny the accuracy of the documents. The man knew why Ernest Gonzales had deigned to show his report to him.

"No matter what you did, you would still have been dancing on the palm of my hand."

Faced with such a revelation, what other option was there but to laugh?

"Hahahahahaha!"

"M-Marquis Brachride?" Leonhard asked.

"I see, I truly understand now. So we were doomed from the start. Leonhard, my man...We cannot defeat them,"

Brachride was certain now. He was completely outmatched in both strategy, perspective, and power. Engaging in a battle against people who could create such a report was nothing more than a base folly.

It was within that moment that the last scraps of Brachride's loyalty to the kingdom, and his desire to fight back, vanished all at once. He turned to Lex and promptly swore fealty to the UNSP.

"The Brachride domain hereby pledges allegiance to the United National Socialist Party."

Once Brachride had finished, Marquis Leonhard pledged allegiance to the UNSP in turn. He'd long been Brachride's flunky. Following him was the only way Leonhard knew how to live.

Thus, the UNSP solidified their standing in the Leonhard and Brachride domains. Through the generous cooperation of each domain's lord, they were able to carry out their reforms, liberating and enlightening the citizens.

Curiously, the leader of the UNSP, Volksfuhrer Ernest Gonzales, was nowhere to be found in Eighbury. They weren't in Leonhard or Brachride, either.

He was staying in Gustave's domain, as a guest of the Red Brigade.

Two days earlier, when Lex returned to Eighbury, he didn't see Ernest in his office but rather he was in the Poeta handling military stuff. He was supposed to report to him the good news that happened in the southern cities where all twenty-five cities pledged allegiance to UNSP. He also brought an influential person from the south that Lex believes is useful to the Reich.

So he decided to send his reports through documents which will be delivered and the person he is referring to.