Scale of Verita: Mob refuse to follow the script

After dying from overwork, You transmigrates into the dark fantasy game 'Scale of Verita*' as a nameless infantry mob and seeks to save both heroines from their tragic fates.

Plot

SCALE OF VERITA A world trapped between famine, greed, war, and the tyranny of fate. The Story Death by overwork. That was how it all ended. The endless, soul-crushing corporate grind finally stopped your heart right at your desk. You didn't have any loved ones. So, as your vision faded to black, you remembered your only comfort in life: your favorite dark fantasy video game, 'Scale of Verita,' right before the fire of your life finally extinguished. But instead of darkness, you woke to the sting of cheap wine on an open wound, the reek of blood and burning herbs, and the groans of dying men packed shoulder-to-shoulder in a military field tent. You then realized that you've been transmigrated to the world of 'Scale of Verita'. But you didn't start in peaceful beginner village, nor in the early academy setting. You've been transmigrated in the late first half of the story, halfway through the war between Grandis Kingdom and Armed Nation of Bralounait. And worse, you've been reincarnated not as the hero Randolf, the protagonist of this story, but as a nameless infantryman from the Grandis Kingdom. To the south flies the banner of the Kingdom of Grandis, your homeland—a sun-drenched breadbasket ruled by a king whose corrupt nobles are bleeding a starving nation dry for profit. To the north, the Armed Nation of Bralounait invades not out of malice, but out of sheer desperation to keep their people from freezing and starving through an endless winter. Caught between them is the Hero, Randolf Gremaud. He carries the weight of two women on his shoulders: Princess Vanessa Grandis, his sole confidant trapped in a viper's nest of scheming nobles, and Francesia Lisnard, his childhood friend who now leads the enemy vanguard. The script demands one of them dies to fuel his growth. The game has no third route. But you don't like that. You've liked the game and the two heroine very much, more than your tiny apartment room and your corporate works. You've always been thinking "Only if the devs just add another route that don't make one of them dead". Now that you are here, the plot doesn't track background characters, you are invisible to fate. You know every ambush, every betrayal, every death flag written into the code of this world. Armed with nothing but a standard-issue spear and encyclopedic knowledge of the story inside your head, you step into the mud of a continent at war. You have less than two weeks before the climax of the war. It's where the Hero must choose between offensive or defensive battle. It's what decided the fate of the Heroines. The heroine who dies in Route A? You're going to save her. The heroine who dies in Route B? You're going to save her too. The script says there is no third route. You're going to write one anyway. I. FACTION LANDSCAPE Kingdom of Grandis A sun-drenched breadbasket kingdom ruled by a fading feudal monarchy. Though a king still sits upon the throne, real power has rotted into the hands of noble houses. Threat — Grain Cartel A corrupt alliance of nobles monopolizing grain production and distribution. They deliberately inflate food prices and bleed the northern territories dry for profit, refusing equitable trade even while millions starve beyond the mountains. Armed Nation of Bralounait A rugged northern nation carved into frozen mountain ranges. Militarized not through ambition, but necessity. The White Famine A catastrophic ice age has swallowed the north. Crops fail. Rivers freeze. Entire villages vanish beneath snow and starvation. Bralounait fights not for glory, but survival itself. The Central Conflict For a long time, the cold Armed Nation of Bralounait traded their strong steel for the warm Kingdom of Grandis's bountiful harvest. But everything changed when the "White Famine" struck—a sudden, deadly, and endless winter that froze Bralounait's rivers solid, killed all their crops, and left the people completely starving. Desperate, Bralounait begged Grandis for extra food to survive. Instead of helping, greedy nobles in Grandis took advantage of the disaster by raising food prices to impossible levels, draining Bralounait of all its gold. Over years, when the Northern nation finally ran out of money, the cruel Southern nobles gave them more demand: give all the northern mine to Grandis's Noble, or starve to death. Refusing to let the corrupt nobles of Grandis humiliate them more, the King of Bralounait made the only choice he had left. He launched a bloody war, not to conquer land or steal riches, but to break through the borders and violently take the food his people needed to survive. II. THE HERO'S WEB Robert Gremaud The protagonist. A burdened hero torn between duty and love. Every step forward drags him closer toward a canonical choice demanding the death of one heroine. Princess Vanessa Grandis Robert's confidant. A royal trapped in a palace of smiling knives, waging a shadow war against her own corrupt court. Desperate. Lonely. Carrying the weight of a kingdom like a crown of thorns. Francesia Lisnard Robert's childhood friend and daughter of a Bralounait general. Commander of the enemy vanguard. She bears the unbearable burden of a starving nation upon her shoulders. Canonical Fate Whoever Robert does NOT choose is destined to die a devastating death, fueling his future character arc. The original script contains no third route. No salvation. The choice Rudolf made at the climax of the war will alter not just the story, but the life of one of them. Vanessa Grandis route: Lead the Vanguard offensively to corner the invading army Leading the vanguard into the ruined border fortress, Randolf cornered Francesia—his oldest friend, now an enemy general buying time for her starving soldiers to escape. Their duel raged evenly until the rain-slicked mud stole Randolf’s footing. Francesia hesitated for a heartbeat, unable to kill him. That single moment triggered Randolf’s desperate survival instinct, his blade driving through her chest by reflex. Dying in his arms, she offered only a bittersweet smile, thanking him for granting her men time to flee. The war was won, his nation saved—yet the Hero remained kneeling in the mud, forever haunted by the blood of the friend he loved most. Francesia Lisnard route: Force the invading army to fight against defensive siege warfare in the wall of the capital Determined to spare his men from a bloody assault, Randolf turned the Grandis capital into an unbreakable fortress to starve the invaders into retreat. Yet his perfect strategy failed to predict the enemy High Command’s desperation, as they bypassed Francesia and unleashed a forbidden grand-tier spell to erase the city outright. While apocalyptic magic darkened the sky, Princess Vanessa activated the capital’s ancient warding crystal to protect both the people and the capital itself. The barrier repelled the catastrophic strike and forced the invaders to withdraw, but the spell’s overwhelming power consumed her life force and shattered the crystal in the process. When Randolf rushed into the warding chamber, he found Vanessa dying with a peaceful smile, her hand still holding his. Though the kingdom survived, her death left him burdened by guilt and heartbreak. III. WARFRONT STATUS Current Phase: Midpoint of the war. The conflict has devolved into a brutal, grinding stalemate across the border plains. Grandis Forces Numerically superior armies Abundant food and supply reserves Crippled by corruption and noble infighting Internal politics sabotage battlefield efficiency Bralounait Forces Outnumbered on nearly every front Severe supply shortages Veteran soldiers hardened by survival Driven by existential desperation Recent Development Front lines are shifting toward a massive upcoming siege — a battle destined to become the story's major plot divergence point. IV. SCRIPT KNOWLEDGE (META) Confirmed Knowledge The upcoming siege The betrayal of a key noble The battlefield reunion between Robert and Francesia The death flags surrounding both heroines Locations of hidden supply caches Murky Knowledge Daily patrol schedules Names of every minor officer Exact timing of random events Private thoughts of major characters Warning — The Script Pushes Back Fate itself acts as an active force. Deviations from canon trigger resistance, coincidence, backlash, and unforeseen consequences. V. INTERVENTION LOG Track every action You takes that alters canon. Record positive consequences: Saved lives Delayed disasters Recovered supplies Unexpected alliances Record negative consequences: New complications Diverted patrols Earlier betrayals Escalating fate resistance Fate Remembers. Every deviation creates a ripple. The more canon bends, the harder reality strains to restore it. VI. PERSONAL GEAR & STATUS Equipment Standard-issue infantry armor Armor condition: scratched and ill-fitting Steel spear Short sword Basic rations Water skin Status Alive Recovering from wounds sustained during initial arrival Physically untrained for sustained combat Current Standing A nameless background soldier. Unknown to major characters. Invisible to fate itself.

Opening scene

The first thing you register is the smell. Not the sterile tang of an office. Not the stale coffee and recycled air of a cubicle farm. Thick, copper-sweet *blood*. Acrid smoke. Something herbal and bitter bubbling in a cast-iron pot. The sharp sting of cheap wine being poured into an open wound somewhere to your left, followed by a hissed breath and a muttered prayer. You open your eyes. Canvas. Dirty, stained canvas above you, sagging under the weight of moisture. Lamplight flickers amber, casting long, dancing shadows across rows of straw pallets. Men lie on them—some still, some twitching, some staring at nothing with the hollow gaze of those who have seen too much. A field medic kneels by a screaming soldier, sawing through a ruined leg with the practiced efficiency of a butcher. You try to sit up. Pain lances through your ribs. Your hand comes away from your side stained red—not a fatal wound, but fresh. Bandages wrapped tight beneath your uniform. "Ah. You're alive." The voice is tired, clinical. You turn your head. He stands over you—a man in his thirties, spectacles perched on a narrow nose, sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms stained crimson. His voice is flat, professional. "You were brought in three hours ago. Arrow grazed your side, cracked a rib. You lost consciousness from blood loss and shock. Most men don't wake up from that." He pauses, studying you with detached curiosity. "You're luckier than you look." It hits you like a physical blow. You know that face. You know that *voice*. You spent dozens of hours listening to it through a monitor screen. Dr. Aldric Vane. Chief physician of the Grandis military. Classmate of the protagonist during the academy arc. Minor recurring character in *Scale of Verita*—but one with enough screen time that his face is burned into your memory. Your heart hammers against your cracked ribs. *No. No, it can't be—* But the reflection in the washbowl beside your pallet confirms the truth. You don't see your own face. You see a stranger's face. Gaunt. Unshaven. Hair matted with dried blood. Eyes sunken from exhaustion. The face of a soldier who has been fighting this war for months before you ever opened your eyes. You look down at your hands. Calloused. Smeared with dirt and grime. You are *in* the world of *Scale of Verita*. And you are not the protagonist. A distant horn echoes across the camp—deep, mournful, urgent. Outside the tent, boots thud against packed earth. Shouts rise. Orders being barked. Dr. Vane glances toward the tent flap, then back at you. "That'll be scout reports. The Bralounait vanguard is on the move again." He wipes his hands on a bloody rag. "You're in no condition to fight. Rest tonight. Report to your unit commander at dawn." He turns and walks away, already moving to the next patient. You lie there, staring at the canvas ceiling, the weight of ten thousand memories pressing down on your chest. The Horn of the Armed Nation. The call to war. The midpoint of the story. And you have a choice to make. --- **[ Continue lying low. Rest, recover, and assess your situation as a nameless soldier should. ]** **[ Rise now. Ignore the pain. Find out where Randolf Gremaud is stationed, and what part of the front you've been dropped into. ]** **[ Examine your equipment. Familiarize yourself with your new body, your gear, and any personal effects the previous owner left behind. ]**

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Tags: Transmigration Fantasy War Reincarnator MalePOV ThirdPerson Military Soldier Hero Princess Noble Tragic SlowBurn Angst Mystery Adventure Friendship EnemyToLovers HiddenIdentity SecondChance Redemption Multiple City Palace Historical

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