Ch.207Nice Boat. (2)

‘Hmm, I didn’t exactly leave him there for that purpose.’

Apparently quite irritated at being blindsided, Griyanar had literally turned Rain into a structure no different from a living biological computer.

She even tried to push a plan to make him a component of a living chimera production factory.

“But then there’d be no point in bringing him here as a resource supporter.”

“Tch.”

“No impulsive decisions allowed.”

Since doing something like that would end his life as a resource supporter, I cut off Griyanar’s impulsive rampage.

I decided to let him end up maintaining his intelligence while being half-fused with the base facility.

But then I started to worry that his favorability might drop by -200 again, and he might get hit with some serious debuffs…

With an unnecessarily anxious heart, I tried to check Rain’s condition, but…

“Ohhhh… is this the true body of a monster?”

“Huh?”

“It feels as happy as if drugs are flooding into my brain… but my rationality isn’t getting hazy at all?”

“Uhhh?”

“Thank you so much, Professor Griyanar!”

“…???”

“How is it, Commander? His structure has been changed to something good just like you said, right?”

“…”

Seeing Rain looking happy with an expression like he was high on something, along with his completely intact favorability rating.

I fell into thought for a moment, then eventually shook my head and said:

“Well… um, well, I guess it’s fortunate if the person involved is happy.”

“That’s right, of course.”

‘Thanks Rain, live strong in the flesh wall.’

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Anyway, after leaving Rain behind in the moun—no, the flesh wall.

I gave the superhumans who must have been tired from exploration some rest time.

Then I found myself smiling at the thought of using the two guaranteed dimensional gacha tickets in my hand.

“Jessica, oh Jessica.”

“What is it, Commander?”

“Aren’t you excited? About the new starships that will come to us.”

“To be precise, it’s a starship and a superhuman.”

Despite her grumbling, Jessica’s expression betrayed a hint of expectation despite her blunt tone.

Of course, the source of that expectation was the fact that I wasn’t completely devoid of “drawing luck.”

“Since you always get good results whenever you draw, I’m actually quite excited.”

Of course, some might question what I’m talking about since I’m a pathetic person who usually fails spectacularly when doing gacha pulls…

But in reality, I tended to get quite good results with high probability in “guaranteed” cases.

Just look at the Kraken outside the base devouring the masterless pirate ships captured by pirates…

It was drawn with a probability of one in a million.

Besides that, there was plenty of evidence, such as Ignis (semi-SSS rank) popping out from the dimensional rift as a returnee reward.

‘I am Icarus, the man followed by heavenly luck!’

With such arrogant thoughts, I decided to believe in the probability of victory and spin the guaranteed dimensional rift.

But at that very moment.

“Wait a moment, Commander, there’s something that bothers me.”

“What is it, Jessica? How dare you interrupt this sacred moment of gacha drawing.”

“Well, just a few hours ago, you were laughing at the gacha results of other commanders, weren’t you?”

“…That’s right?”

“Then what if your karma explodes, and both dimensional causality fixations turn out to be D-rank?”

“W-what?”

Hearing Jessica’s natural observation, I was taken aback by this unexpected obstacle in proceeding with the gacha.

Nevertheless, I decided not to yield to such karma…

“Hmm… no, my gacha luck that follows heavenly fortune wouldn’t possibly yield to mere karma.”

“Ah, yes.”

“Besides, I’ve already had one major gacha failure, so it’s about time I hit the ceiling…”

Of course, the thought briefly crossed my mind whether “ceiling” even exists for users’ gacha in this world, unlike in the original game.

But feeling that worrying about such things wasn’t very manly.

After turning Rain into a base fixture and calling Griyanar who was lazing around, along with Partia who had nothing to do while waiting at the base.

Together with Jessica who was right beside me, I took the remaining two and headed straight to the dimensional whatever… gacha room.

And then I immediately inserted the guaranteed dimensional rift usage right (superhuman) into the machine, and after the machine’s unique process of flashing and exaggeratedly shining with dimensional causality fixation whatever.

With a whooshing sound, someone who looked quite dependable appeared inside.

‘Wait, is a male character coming out here… the second male character?!’

It made me secretly excited at the thought that I might finally get a decent male character…

But at that very moment.

“Welco—”

“Sniff sniff, aigoo… I’ve ended up at a male scum’s base, aigoo…”

“What.”

“With a fairly handsome face, suitable to be my noble companion, aigoo.”

The being I thought was a large, if not muscular, male character.

Turned out to be a D-rank feminist extremist from the terrible cult ‘Iginodesuungcha’.

I turned my body from the welcoming posture to face Griyanar and Partia who were waiting behind me.

“Griyanar, Partia.”

“What is it, Commander?”

“Just say the word, our savior.”

“Take that thing away immediately and use it however you want, Griyanar.”

“Hmm?”

“It should be better than ordinary biological parts, at least.”

I gave instructions for her to live a life of unity by being integrated somewhere in the base, just like with Rain.

Naturally, Griyanar and Partia showed slightly bewildered expressions at my attitude.

“My… you’re acting quite thoroughly and quickly this time.”

“If our savior wishes it, I’ll take her away, but isn’t it a bit much to evaluate her already when she just appeared?”

Of course, no sooner had they spoken than our feminist extremist said:

“The male scum is trying to force a corset on me to make me an honorary male.”

“…”

“Extinction is the answer for superhuman-discriminating male scum.”

“…”

“…”

“Every day was a dream until I learned about buffetism.”

Since she was eagerly pressing her own self-destruct button, Griyanar and Partia quickly understood what I meant.

They subdued the feminist extremist and dragged her away to the “Nest of Life.”

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Anyway, after all that happened.

Having wasted one “guaranteed dimensional rift ticket” that was supposed to summon a superhuman, we returned to the command center to take a break.

Of course, as soon as we returned to the command center, the first thing I did was take a verification shot to ensure I wouldn’t forget this terrible situation.

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<This is an anonymous chat room.>

<Let’s all use polite and proper language to maintain etiquette.>

-[Guys, how do I hold a memorial service?](Me)

-[???]

-[Why suddenly a memorial service?]

-[Looks like one of his two dimensional rifts failed lolololol]

-[Lolololololol]

-[Just set out some water and pray]

-[How about holding a full shamanic ritual to invite ancestral spirits into your gacha?]

-[Where would you find a shaman for the ritual lolol]

-[The desperate person should be the shaman]

-[Are we heading for a ghost possession and base self-destruction ending?]

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‘These jerks.’

I was trying to prepare every possible ritual to avoid wasting the remaining gacha ticket (starship).

“So your karma did explode after all, right?”

“…”

“It’s amazing that even in a world where space battleships fly around, karma still exists, don’t you think?”

“…You’re right.”

Meanwhile, our Jessica was poking my head alternately with her rabbit ears saying “See? I told you so.”

Since Jessica’s reaction was 100% correct, I could only maintain silence.

And as a lesson from this incident, I realized the truth that if a person acts with arrogance, thinking they’re followed by heavenly luck or whatever.

They will inevitably receive their karma in return.

Thinking that was the silver lining, I decided to gather information from the chat room and gallery somehow.