I Became a Commander in a Crappy SF Game.

Ch.211Now Our Base is Level 7! (2)

by fnovelpia

After deep contemplation, I concluded that I would live my life as a manly battleship enthusiast.

Although I had obtained the no-tank, spear-wielding meta, how could I give up artillery duels with opponents?

But in reality, due to the nature of this game, regular battleships were actually meant for dealing consistent damage from ultra-ultra-long range.

In a way, they were quite different from what I had in mind…

‘Ah, I can’t resist fleet battles.’

Manly trait: Good at fleet battles.

Since this meta never changes, I was about to immediately purchase the <Fleet Association> (expensive) as a fleet battle enthusiast.

It does consume quite a bit of minerals and rare resources, but since this event wasn’t one that required excessive resource consumption.

I thought it wouldn’t be a big problem.

But just as I was about to draw a manly battle★ship during this event period.

“Commander, I don’t think that’s a good idea no matter how you look at it.”

“What?”

Our bunny-bunny Jessica immediately voiced her opposition.

“What do you mean, Jessica?”

“What do I mean? You know perfectly well, but you keep chasing after some strange fantasy, so I need to keep you on a leash.”

Saying that, she repeatedly tapped the top of my head with her black rabbit ears.

I grabbed her ears and pulled them, telling her to speak properly.

“If you have something to say, say it clearly, instead of hitting me with your ears… wait, how are you moving these?”

“Ow, alright.”

As soon as I let go, her ears sprang back like coils. Jessica rubbed them as if they hurt, then began to explain her objection.

“Fine, battleships are great. Having been under your command for a long time, I know how magnificent fleet battles can be.”

“Hmm.”

“But the problem is, to build the Fleet Association and construct battleships… wouldn’t it take at least a month at minimum?”

“That’s true.”

Even back when it was just a game, it took quite a long time to produce a single battleship.

Considering how time has increased exponentially since becoming reality(?), it was a reasonable argument.

“It might take about a month and a half.”

“Exactly, and do you think the current first event will still be ongoing by then?”

“Huh?”

“Besides, not knowing what the next event will be, I think it’s better to save resources for contingencies.”

After hearing her continued reasoning, I nodded in acknowledgment of Jessica’s rebuttal.

“You’re right.”

“So… wait, what?”

“I said you’re right, Jessica. In a situation like this, using up all our reserve resources doesn’t seem appropriate.”

Romance is nice, but that’s something you do when you have the luxury, isn’t it?

Come to think of it, how is my behavior any different from those car-poor people who sell everything, including their homes, just to buy a supercar?

‘Hmm, horrible.’

Having regained my senses, I decided to thank our Jessica for helping me come to my senses.

“Thanks to you, I avoided doing something foolish. Thank you.”

“Eh… ah, of course! That’s my job!”

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Anyway, after deciding to temporarily set aside my soul as a battleship enthusiast.

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Since I couldn’t leave the base construction idle, I started building the <Additional Docking Facility> which put less pressure on resources.

Then I began to ponder what information I had in my memory about the “next event.”

‘If my memory serves me correctly… was the next event after this one a joint user play?’

However, having been incarnated here for over a year now, and since the period when I played that event was during my “peak gaming period.”

It’s been over five years, so I couldn’t remember the details clearly.

‘Hmm… was it where users formed parties and sent superhumans? No, that seems like a different game.’

“Urgh.”

While I was groaning in deep contemplation…

‘Wait a minute, why am I pondering this alone?’

Suddenly, I wondered why I was ignoring the perfectly good community gallery.

Despite shaking my head at the situation, given the circumstances.

I opened the gallery and started searching through speculation posts about what the next event might be.

And of course, other users weren’t just sitting idle.

Veteran players were writing speculation posts based on their collective intelligence, relying on their memories about what the next event might be.

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Title: Tried guessing the next event content for veterans

Author: Ciao

Content: [Image of an event banner that looks like mysterious communist propaganda.jpg]

This is just based on my memory, so it could be very different in reality

As most other veteran players have said, it’s definitely an event where users are randomly grouped together

Regardless of clans or anything else, it was completely random from what I remember

But the question is how it works

Either they take one superhuman from each user and go into a real dungeon

Or they gather all those superhumans and make them run raids

Alternatively, they might collect one ship from each user, or mobilize user fleets to fight

But sometimes it’s not about fighting, there are also rescue events where you directly transport refugees from war zones on user ships while fending off attackers

There’s also escorting specific ships while fighting enemies or other users, so it’s hard to guess

One-line summary

I don’t really know either

Comments:

-[Asked for an explanation and you made it more complicated smh]

-[Not easy]

-[Read the room…]

-[So one of these will definitely happen?]

-˪[Maybe, maybe not]

-˪[Damn it]

-˪[Is this a quiz show?]

-[Old man, do you have dementia?]

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The problem was that most posts consistently maintained the stance of “we don’t really know either.”

Naturally, returning players and newbies responded:

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Title: From now on, anyone who makes overly broad speculations will be considered demented

Author: Anonymous

Content: [Image of a wooden A-frame carrier.jpg]

If you don’t give clear answers one more time, I’ll throw you all into a black hole for an elderly sendoff

Comments:

-[Actually, elderly sendoff wasn’t a real custom]

-˪[Damn it, that’s not the point right now]

-[Unnecessary nitpicking]

-[Stop bullying the elderly living alone ㅠㅠ]

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Well, everyone was making a fuss about putting the veteran players on a carrier.

And the general chat I checked just in case… unlike before, there was hardly any helpful information.

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

-[Any side dish recommendations for today?]

-[The event is easy]

-[Why haven’t I discovered the research facility yet, damn it]

-[Noob]

-[Seems like about 30-40% is filled now]

-[Let’s go]

-[@@@@@@Recruiting members for the Holy Empire Clan!@@@@@@]

-[Welcome, blasphemers]

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There wasn’t even an attempt to use collective intelligence like in the gallery; it was just pure collective monologuing.

Feeling like my brain would break if I kept watching, I closed the chat window and thought about my plans while completing today’s daily quests.

First, I would diligently gather resources while the additional docking facility was being constructed.

Continue with the fleet reconstruction plan, including the construction of the NEW No.3 Cruiser-Battleship that had just begun, while clearing daily quests.

And once sufficient resources were accumulated, then build other structures like the Fleet Association.

However, my grand plan, which had only been in progress for two and a half days.

Was once again thrown into the trash bin due to a <Global Announcement> that appeared before my eyes.

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