I Became a Commander in a Crappy SF Game.

Ch.107″I suddenly miss them.”

by fnovelpia

After all those pirates disappeared.

The resource warehouses were completely emptied.

And what little resources remained were stolen by some bastard pirate crew who took out our security forces, leaving everything bare.

When Marian heard about this, she was so furious that she took most of her fleet and began pursuit the next day.

“It’s quite spacious.”

“Yes, it’s been a while since our base felt this empty.”

“Indeed, Commander.”

“By the way, how dare they steal our Commander’s resources and kill our security forces… they’re truly fearless, aren’t they♡”

“You’re right. Oh, if there are any survivors, send them to me. I want to make them produce as much as they’ve killed.”

“…Excuse me?”

After hearing the situation and quickly completing the quests we were already working on.

Along with my fleet that had returned to the base and was on standby.

Concerned that the same thing might happen again, I decided not to have the superhumans take on additional quests.

Until Marian returned, we would take a short break at the base.

Of course, there was still plenty of time left before the expected end of the event, so one might argue this was simply neglecting our duties.

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‘I’m screwed.’

When I was checking the gallery before, everyone was saying they had scored over 1 million points.

I’ve spent too many points, leaving me with only 300,000 remaining.

At this point, what’s the use in trying hard?

Besides… to be honest, since we’ve been running around throughout the entire event period, I figured we deserved at least one day of vacation.

Following my will, our fleet was, for the first time in a long while.

Holed up in the base, enjoying some leisurely time.

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Separately from this rest period, I checked roughly how many points we earned through the quests our superhumans had completed…

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‘As expected, it’s ridiculously low.’

Unlike our peak days when we could earn up to 200,000 points daily.

With all the pirates gone and just us operating.

The reward points suddenly dropped to 1/20 of what they were before, and I felt a slight sadness rising within me.

Maybe I shouldn’t have sent the pirates away.

I wondered if it would have been better to just offer them some minerals and keep earning 200,000 points daily.

Of course, that thought didn’t last long.

With the disappearance of the “repair costs” for those 100,000 ships—an excessive number for an individual user, though reasonable for a faction—that had been a constant drain on resources.

With the resource fleet, base resource production facilities.

And the small amount of resources gained from completing quests now exceeding consumption and starting to accumulate.

Unlike before, when most reward points were spent on resource boxes, leaving little to save.

Now that I could save 100% of my reward points.

I began to wonder if, contrary to my earlier thoughts, maybe I had needlessly invited the pirates?

Perhaps it was because of those resource-consuming pirates that our point acquisition had become so chaotic?

Unlike the previous situation where I’d earn an average of 100,000 points but had to spend 80,000-90,000 on resource boxes or in the shop.

Now I was earning an average of 20,000 points, but could definitely save them all…

I was starting to think this might actually be better, these thoughts gradually taking over my mind.

But that didn’t last long.

“Commander, your initial decision to use pirates was correct.”

“…Was it?”

Berial, who had received a brief explanation of the situation from Jessica, put the brakes on my train of thought.

Seeing my puzzled expression, Berial had Jessica bring up a hologram.

Then, using her dolls to manipulate two graphs in real-time, she began giving me a passionate and detailed explanation.

Of course, the full explanation was too long and complex to transcribe completely due to space limitations…

“The conclusion is that the activities of the pirate alliance, combined with the checks and balances from surrounding forces and commanders, created a point where the graphs of profit and loss intersected.”

“I see.”

Unlike the “profit” graph that peaked at the beginning and then trended downward.

The “loss” graph, which started at its lowest point, trended upward.

Showing me the point where the two graphs eventually met, Berial continued in a calm tone.

“In the end, the problem was that the pirates’ activities lasted too long.”

“I think so too, Commander.”

“Of course, if we had continued longer… losses would have exceeded profits like this.”

And just as the “loss” graph seemed about to overtake the profit graph.

Berial drew the “loss” graph suddenly shooting upward at a steep angle.

While with another doll, she showed the “profit” graph continuing to fluctuate up and down in a squiggly line.

Seeing these impressive graphs, I found myself nodding in agreement.

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Now that my doubts about using pirates had been resolved.

And after finishing our time of rest and reorganization, as the next morning dawned.

We were preparing to head out to complete today’s quests, starting with a request from Oxianor, whose chest had somehow grown larger than before.

Though in the process, (self-proclaimed) B-rank Ignis shed tears of blood while looking at Oxianor’s chest.

“How can someone who was once male… have breasts that grew so large…!”

She cried out with anguish in her voice.

Of course, when I tried to send not only Ignis, Berial, and Pashtra.

But also Griyanar and Partia, the most normal ones, Berial and Jessica, expressed their concerns to me.

“Commander, wouldn’t it be better to leave at least one person at the base in case of emergency?”

“I think so too. Although most of the pirate alliance has retreated from this sector and other forces’ fleets have withdrawn… we never know when something might happen.”

Hearing this, I realized it made sense, so I was about to use a lottery to decide who would stay behind.

But Oxianor, who had been watching us, raised her hand to request permission to speak.

Wondering what the monster envoy Oxianor might have to say, I nodded to allow her to speak.

“I forgot to mention this to you, but this physical form I currently possess… is a combat body sent by the Queen to protect you.”

“…Huh?”

Oxianor, who was holding something with elongated bones or teeth as a makeshift staff.

Raised her carapace-covered hand over her bio-suit that was barely containing her voluptuous chest, and calmly said.

“And naturally, the Queen has granted me combat knowledge through synapses…”

“Hmm.”

“Unless we face a large-scale offensive from so-called SSS-rank superhumans, I alone can protect you, so don’t worry.”

No sooner had Oxianor finished speaking than her “status window” appeared before my eyes.

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<Type: Versatile>

<Traits: Monster, Bombardment, Bio-mutation, Versatile Cells, Area Domination>

<Stats>

Health: S-

Attack Power: SS+

Physical Defense: SSS-

Mana: C

Magic Defense: SS

Mobility: C+

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Along with the “Versatile” designation that suggested she wasn’t constrained by distance.

Seeing the “Traits” that indicated she could freely transform her body to fight, as expected of a monster.

I thought Oxianor seemed extremely reliable and decided to subtly send off the superhuman friends who had wanted to stay behind to earn reward points instead.

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