Reincarnated with the Country System-Chapter 191: The Great Mother Whale

The radio buzzed with tense voices as Captain Mikhail Volkov monitored the battlefield from the bridge of the *BNS Valiant*. His sharp blue eyes darted between the radar screen and the sight before him—a monstrous creature, its lifeless form drifting in the water, surrounded by a fleet of battered warships.

The beast was no ordinary whale. It was a colossal entity, nearly three kilometres in length, its body riddled with wounds—burn marks from missiles, gashes from heavy artillery, and deep gouges where explosive rounds had torn through its thick flesh. Despite the damage, the creature remained imposing, a testament to the hellish battle that had taken place.

High above, *F-18 Hornets* circled, their jet engines roaring against the howling wind. The Bernard Empire had deployed these aircraft for their reliability—cheap to produce, easy to maintain, and effective in battle. Now, their pilots watched from above, their weapons still hot from the barrage they had unleashed.

"Captain," Ensign Ivanov called, his voice tense. "The wizards are reporting. They've begun securing the sample."

Volkov nodded. "Good. Tell them to speed up the process. We don't know how long it will hold."

"Yes, sir," Ivanov replied, relaying the order over the comms.

The deck-like back of the massive whale was swarmed with figures. These were not ordinary soldiers. They were magicians—elite combat sorcerers from the Bernard Empire. These were not the artificial wizards the Empire was creating in their labs—those were still unstable, their powers unregulated. No, these were real wizards—tribal wizards and system wizards.

Their long cloaks billowed in the wind, and their hands glowed with residual energy from the spells they had cast.

Among them was Lira, Krulos' daughter, who had been captured by the Bernard Empire. Now, she had become an experienced and important member of the Imperial Magic Corps.

A faint golden light radiated from her hands as she controlled the chains that bound the whale. Each link of the chain was as thick as a human arm, made of a rare alloy capable of withstanding even the strongest forces.

Her voice was a low incantation, and the chains responded to her will, twisting around the whale's massive body like snakes.

"Pull tighter," she ordered, her voice calm but firm. "If this thing wakes up, we'll all die."

The wizard beside her shook his head. His powers were different—he was skilled at controlling energy and creating barriers. During the battle, he played a key role in protecting the ships from the whale's terrifying sonic attacks. Now, he was using his powers to strengthen the chains even further, soft blue light radiating from his hands.

"Do you think it's really dead?" he asked, his eyes scanning the whale's massive body.

Lira shook her head. "I don't know. But I do know that if it's not dead, we'll find out soon enough. Besides, these kinds of giant creatures are rarely seen in the ocean these days."

ON THE BNS SENTINEL

Commander Elena Vasquez stood on the deck of the *Sentinel*, her arms crossed, watching the magicians at work.

She was a woman of few words, her sharp features and piercing gaze giving her an air of authority. The battle had been fierce, and her ship had borne the brunt of the whale's attack. But she had held the line, and now she was determined to finish the job.

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"Commander," her first officer, Lieutenant Andrei, called. "The *Valiant* wants an update."

"Tell them we're holding our ground," Vasquez replied, her voice steady. "And remind them that if this thing moves even a little, we're retreating."

Andrei nodded, sending the message. As he did so, Vasquez turned her gaze to the whale.

Judging by its size and strength, this whale was an S-grade, Level 122 monster. However, such monsters were rarely seen in the North Sea. Most importantly, this was the first time they had killed a monster of this size. The monsters they had faced before were smaller. The number of sea monsters has increased significantly recently. Something had to be done about this quickly.

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The F-18s circled the sky, their pilots keeping a watchful eye on the scene below. Among them was Lieutenant Alexei "Falcon" Petrov. He had been in the sky for several hours, his plane dangerously low on fuel. But he was not leaving—not until the job was done.

"Command, this is Falcon," he said, his voice crackling over the radio. "We are running low on fuel. Request permission to return to base."

"Permission granted," came the reply. "But keep a squadron on standby. We are not yet safe."

"Copy," Falcon replied, signalling his wingmen. "You heard the order. Let's move."

ON THE BNS VALIANT

Captain Volkov watched as the wizards finished their work, the chains now fully secured around the whale's body. But Volkov knew that this was only the beginning. The real challenge would be transporting this monster to the Imperial research facility, where it would be studied.

"Captain," Ivanov said, breaking Volkov's concentration. "The wizards are reporting that the sample is secure. They are ready to begin extraction."

Volkov nodded, his expression serious. "Tell them to proceed. And inform the fleet to prepare for departure. We are taking no chances."

As the orders were relayed, Volkov turned his gaze to the horizon. The sun was setting, casting a crimson glow over the scene.

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Darkness stretched infinitely in all directions, punctuated only by the eerie glow of shifting, formless entities. They floated in a space beyond comprehension, their voices echoing in a language older than time itself. Yet, at this moment, they spoke in words that could be understood by mortal minds.

"The Great Mother Whale has fallen," a voice, deep and resonant, stated. It was neither male nor female, but something vast—like the voice of the ocean itself.

A second presence stirred, its form unravelling like threads of shadow. "The humans have grown bold. If the Great Mother has fallen, then the cycle is broken. Do they realize what they have done?"

"They do not," the second voice said. "But they will."

From the void, shapes began to form—shadows that took on the vague resemblance of towering figures. Eyes flickered open, glowing like submerged lanterns in the deep sea.

"It is time," the third voice decreed. "Let the tides of reckoning rise."

As their words faded, the darkness itself seemed to pulse, as if the ocean beyond reality had begun to stir.