I Became a Commander in a Crappy SF Game.

Ch.169″I hate victories that only leave scars.” (2)

by fnovelpia

Even though we had fought quite a successful battle.

Nevertheless, the fact that we were at a disadvantage in terms of combat power remained unchanged.

“Jessica, so you said there are only 9 mercenary ships left now?”

“Yes, Commander.”

After such a massive battle, I felt the need to properly assess the current state of our fleet.

And with that, I decided to first check on the status of the mercenary corps, which had lost a quarter… no.

In reality, a third of their forces had been wiped out.

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<Destroyers: 9 ships>

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‘Damn.’

Since it seemed to have decreased more than I expected, I pulled out a screenshot I had taken previously without much thought to check.

I wondered if they had been worn down too much.

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<Destroyers: 22 ships>

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But when I compared the mercenary employment status in the screenshot with the current status I was looking at, I realized that the mercenary corps had been “worn down” much more than I thought.

“Wow, they really got decimated.”

“…That includes the mercenary corps that are still intact, right?”

“Of course.”

Naturally, as Jessica and I discussed the situation of the mercenary corps, Berial, who often took charge of fleet command in my place, approached with curiosity.

Unfortunately, Berial couldn’t see the status window we were looking at, so Jessica briefly explained instead.

Hearing her explanation, Berial frowned, showing a clearly negative reaction.

“It seems dangerous, Commander.”

“I think so too.”

“The repairs for the mercenary ships are currently underway, but… don’t our own ships need repairs as well?”

She wasn’t wrong.

Looking at my ship status again, the number of main ships had actually increased compared to right before the battle.

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Fleet Status

Total Points: 378/550 points

Aircraft Carrier: 1 ship, 70 points each = 70 points

Light Aircraft Carrier: 2 ships, 40 points each = 80 points

Cruiser Battleship: 2 ships, 30 points each = 60 points

Medium Cruiser: 7 ships, 10 points each = 70 points

Light Cruiser: 4 ships, 6 points each = 24 points

Destroyer: 11 ships, 3 points each = 33 points

Escort Ship: 1 ship, 1.5 points each = 1.5 points

Patrol Ship: 2 ships, 1 point each = 2 points

Resource Mining Ship: 25 ships, 1.5 points each = 37.5 points

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But as Griyanar had just told me, the captured ships among them needed to be diligently repaired by Griyanar at the shipyard.

As for the remaining ships, especially the medium cruisers and the mercenary ships that couldn’t enter the shipyard…

They were busy bringing in resource mining ships, spreading them out outside the base, and somehow continuing temporary repair work.

And there was another problem here…

“Commander, currently the only destroyer left in our fleet is the one we just captured.”

“What happened to all my precious Azkran-class ships?”

“…They were all sunk.”

“What.”

Including the common-grade ones we were dismantling, the main destroyers that had been maintaining the backbone of the fleet had literally been annihilated.

And not just simple common-grade ships, but the “Azkran”-class destroyers that I had bought from the event shop and had been using efficiently as our fleet’s all-purpose workhorses had all been sunk.

I was so shocked that I thought I had misheard, so I asked again…

“Really?”

“Yes, that’s correct.”

“Berial is right, no Azkran-class ships returned after the battle.”

“…I see.”

Hearing Jessica’s confirmation of Berial’s statement.

I felt a wave of sadness coming over me.

‘Oh my God, my destroyers.’

But I couldn’t keep letting my mental state waver and whining forever.

Above all, at this point, I realized one truly surprising fact about why my mental state was so shaken and why I was struggling so much…

“Commander, how about getting some sleep for a while?”

“…Huh?”

“You’ve been up all night for the recent battle, Commander.”

“Wait, really?”

“Yes.”

Hearing Jessica’s words as she perked up her black rabbit ears, I realized that the battle, which I thought had lasted only 3-4 hours.

Had actually gone on for over 24 hours, which explained why not only I, but even the invading clan users had started to lose it.

And after fighting that battle, I had spent another 5 hours dealing with the Kraken’s indigestion.

‘Well, no wonder I’ve been groaning and complaining.’

Of course, that wasn’t what I found “surprising.”

What surprised me was that by efficiently spending another day like this.

At this point, the only fleet coming to aid our base…

…which was bringing an absooooolutely massive fleet, the “Pirate Union’s Protection Fleet,” had less than 4 days left until arrival.

And realizing this fact, I immediately told Jessica to prioritize reorganizing the fleet.

Then I decided to take a brief journey to dreamland to reorganize my mental state and physical condition as well.

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Meanwhile, at the same time Icarus was having a wild fit in his dream about drawing 5 SSS-grade superhumans and 5 SSS-grade dreadnoughts in a 10-pull before falling out of bed.

Those who had been carefully selected and sent by the Humanity Clan to make the 3rd-ranked Icarus surrender or submit, to serve as a stepping stone for the Humanity Clan’s future plans.

That is, the members of the Unity Clan…

“I think we’re doomed, shouldn’t we head back soon?”

…were showing clear signs of mental collapse, embodying the concept of “morale collapse.”

Among them, the one whose mental state had crumbled the most was, of course, Marshmallow.

Unlike the other clan members, two of the three light aircraft carriers he had proudly posted on the gallery were gone.

And with about two-thirds of his escort fleet also gone, he had literally become a whining baby.

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-[It’s so fucking frustrating that all my carriers are gone](Marshmallow)

-[Get a grip!](Dolphin)

-[We’re not doing well either, damn it](Bayraktar)

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But the rest of the users couldn’t keep putting up with Marshmallow’s whining forever.

Right now, the three users who had charged in with cruiser battleships as their main force…

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-[Damn, we don’t have ships either, why are you whining so much](Bayraktar)

-[We need repair ships](Dolphin)

-[We’re using support units for auto-repairs, but it’ll take at least a day just to restore mobility](Goliath)

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They had lost over 20 ships combined due to the surprise attack.

Moreover, their precious cruiser battleships were all in tatters, and with their engines ruined, they couldn’t even move.

Unlike Icarus, who was getting a good night’s sleep to recover from fatigue.

Those three were staying up all night, anxiously watching over their precious cruiser battleships, worried they might be destroyed by another sudden large-scale attack from Icarus.

They were so on edge that they couldn’t properly tolerate the whining of Marshmallow, who in a way was the biggest victim, having lost two light aircraft carriers.

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