A Great Democratic Upheaval in Another World

On the third day after transmigrating, Prode opened his eyes to find a group of gray-skinned orcs using human knights as punching bags.

The good news: he had a golden finger, a “Hellgate” System that could deploy World War II American troops out of thin air. The M1 Garand, Browning machine gun, and Sherman tank were all unlocked. The bad news: the System had only given him one rifle squad to start with, and right now he was lying at the edge of an orc battlefield, watching the show.

He had planned to keep his head down and survive unnoticed, but the enemy leader had a sharp eye. At his command, dozens of orcs charged up the hillside. Prode sighed and had the twelve soldiers put on a “firepower carpet-bombing” display.

But the orcs of the Northlands kept gathering, and now there were even shamans wearing horned bone masks and directing troops. Behind him was an army of monsters closing in step by step. At his side were a group of locals who firmly believed in the “glory of democracy.” In the distance, mysterious nobles wielding frost magic watched him with hostile intent.

The M1 Garand faced off against the Middle Ages, as the truth of steel met the faith of savagery. But Prode was ready to establish the first principle of democracy in this feudal world.

The Mustangs and the pirates were ready to face swarms of dragons and griffins, while the Shermans were also ready to charge at the unknown giant beasts.