I Became a Commander in a Crappy SF Game.

Ch.221″The battle continues, on and on and on.” (2)

by fnovelpia

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<Q1. Will the event battles continue until the last survivor remains?>

<A1. This event will have a total of 10 battles.>

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There were plenty of other minor details that followed, but only one Q&A caught my eye.

“Ten battles… so we only have five more fights left.”

“So they’ll calculate the scores of the remaining participants?”

“Yeah, something like that. At least the management finally posted such an announcement.”

“Is that so? But Commander, what does that mean?”

It wasn’t that I didn’t know this information.

After all, even though this event had been modified here and there, it was still an event from when I used to play the game.

The problem was that due to our management’s fanboy antics, information that should have been in the “first announcement” was only being revealed now.

If it hadn’t been for that, my precious ships wouldn’t be getting blown up in this chaotic mess.

Naturally, Jessica showed her characteristic expression of confusion at my reaction.

I nodded briefly and decided to explain the situation to her in simple terms.

“Nothing special, just that those damn team killers and trollers will be less likely to hide now.”

“Ah.”

“And as you can see from the announcement that just went up, friendly fire negatively affects your own score.”

Anyone who had survived until now would inevitably start caring about their score.

After all, what other reason would there be to try to survive without properly participating in battle?

“Waaah, I’m a baby newbie, I’ll struggle to survive to become a ranker, get a badge, and earn rewards, waaah.”

Isn’t that it?

But if I quickly scan through the announcement that I had only glanced at before…

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<Q5. How is the event scoring determined?>

<A5. Separate from victory points, individual scores are calculated each round based on each Commander’s battle results.>

<A5-1. Please note that scores include actions, ship destructions, kills, and assist points, all combined.>

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‘Nice one, management.’

There was a big middle finger to those who had been slacking off, team killing, or just hiding while getting carried.

“Look, Jessica, now the trolls will disappear.”

“Oh…”

And the management’s lesson didn’t end there.

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<Q8. What happens to ships destroyed in the event?>

<A8. They will be automatically restored when returning to base after the event ends.>

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‘Excellent.’

The normalization of announcements, the only salvation…

Though it came late, the content itself was exactly what I wanted to see.

I nodded and could proceed with preparations for the next battle.

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And finally, as we entered the sixth battle map, not just me and Jessica,

But also the other superhumans connected through the communication screen, especially Berial and Marian who had extensive experience in fleet command, let out groans.

“Ughhhh…”

“This is troublesome, the map ‘terrain’ isn’t good.”

-“Commander, fighting with a fleet in terrain like this is dangerous in my opinion.”

-“I think so too, brother.”

For good reason, although the map format changed with each round,

The “terrain” had only consisted of nebulae that interfered with sensors or visibility, or a few planets.

But now, how should I put it…

“It’s truly a desolate place.”

“Indeed, to think there would be so many ‘fragments’.”

It was reminiscent of the “densely packed asteroid belt” often seen in sci-fi, filling everything in sight.

There were even fragments(?) the size of planets in considerable numbers, making anyone who saw it want to curse.

And it seemed that users who were already there or just arriving felt the same way.

As soon as we entered the battle map, the chat window activated, and a stream of curses directed at the map’s appearance began to flow.

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-[What kind of map is thisㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ]

-[This just makes battleships useless]

-[Long-range meta blocked ON]

-[Damn, I lost all my small ships getting here and have nothing left, how are we supposed to do this?]

-[ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ You too?]

-[Everyone’s small ships in their fleets are completely wiped out]

-[Wait, what’s that huge thing?]

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Of course, that didn’t last long.

As always, users were evaluating the map and their teammates in the chat window…

Until their attention turned to my fleet and the large, beautiful Kraken that came into view.

Unlike before, perhaps because the remaining participants were essentially the top 1-2% of all users,

Instead of the commotion that was common through rounds 4-5, they were showing quite a calm reaction.

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-[It’s the Kraken? Then that fleet must be the 3rd ranked fleet]

-[Oh, so that’s the Kraken, it’s ridiculously huge]

-[It’s an assault carrier, and being a monster ship, it grows the more it consumes]

-[Wonder how much they’ve fed it]

-[hi]

-[That one next to it is battleship-sized but has no main turrets]

-[Looking at the lack of runway, it does seem like a battleship]

-[Hey, that’s a Hresvelgr-class, looking at this, the 3rd ranker must have been focusing solely on DPS]

-[For real, must have sucked a lot of honey through the teleporter attached to the Kraken? Envious]

-[Agreed]

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No, beyond calm reactions.

They were actually doing the “analysis” of others’ fleets that I had secretly feared.

‘Tsk.’

The one fortunate thing was that everyone seemed to limit their arbitrary fleet analysis to that level, maintaining some “manners.”

…Well, to be precise, it wasn’t really about “manners.”

Just as other users were analyzing and about to go crazy over others’ fleets…

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-[How about everyone takes it easy?]

-[Picking apart someone else’s fleet like that can’t be considered good manners]

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Two users who had been silent spoke up in the chat window, preventing the frenzy directed at me.

‘Sniff, thank you… overwhelming gratitude…!’

Naturally, I immediately tried to express my thanks to them in the chat.

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-[haha thanks](Me)

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But the moment I expressed my gratitude,

For some reason, the two people who had shielded me started acting like they knew me.

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-[Consider the debt paid for covering me earlier]

-[Hello Icarus, is this our first direct meeting?]

-[???]

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Of course, I could only respond with question marks, wondering who these two might be.

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