I Became a Commander in a Crappy SF Game.

Ch.511Cold, gloomy, and complicated. (4)

by fnovelpia

The problem was that the situation was similar for the other clans.

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<Notice: Let’s communicate with each other>

-[I think we screwed this up]

-[<Image of bases supporting Icarus Kingdom’s Base Federation.jpg>]

-[Well, most bases except Avalon and Arclight have joined us]

-[Yeah]

-[But most of the numerically significant clans say they’re not interested]

-[…]

-[Guess they take after Icarus]

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No matter how much the Central Base Federation friends tried to sweet-talk and promise future glory.

The problem was that the clans of Icarus Kingdom found it far, far, faaaar too bothersome to handle all the various tasks they would have to perform in the process.

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<Notice: Let’s communicate with each other>

-[Damn](Durian)

-[LOLOLOLOL]

-[Why are they refusing when we’re telling them it’s definitely beneficial for them;;;]

-[They say it’s too much trouble]

-[They said they’re already living well without doing all that, and if it’s going to work out so well, we should come do it ourselves]

-[Smart]

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And because of this issue, the plan initiated by the user named Durian became very twisted in many ways.

Originally, they planned to bribe numerous clan leaders and base village chiefs who took the Federation’s bait.

Then use their “authority” to gaslight or subtly incite other regular users to follow their opinions.

The ultimate goal was to gaslight even Icarus into creating a clan exclusively for the central area again…

Although they had a majority in the number of bases, the situation was nowhere close in terms of “docked user population.”

New clans forming within the kingdom had made them the minority faction…

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<Notice: Let’s communicate with each other>

-[What do we do now?]

-[I didn’t expect them to refuse because it’s troublesome](Durian)

-[What should we do;;;]

-[Ha damn LOLOL]

-[Hey, no swearing]

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The Central Base Federation concluded that their political operation had failed.

Of course, that judgment only applied to “what they were currently pursuing.”

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<Notice: Let’s communicate with each other>

-[What else can we do but go with Plan B LOL]

-[I mean, we did manage to persuade some people, right?]

-[Let’s use those folks to insert our faction inside, then steadily chip away bit by bit]

-[For real LOL]

-[Ugh, this is going to take forever]

-[Well, if we can take over the entire central area starting with Icarus’s territory, wouldn’t that mean we win the game?]

-[Sigh, damn; that’s true but…]

-[Come on everyone, cheer up and fighting!]

-[Rah]

-[What are you all doing?]

-[Back in my day, this was the trend]

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Just like Humanity of Antares, which was currently suffering from all kinds of checks and balances, the Central Base Federation’s goal was ultimately “victory in the game.”

Taking a lesson from Humanity, which was being viciously checked by what appeared to be the game operators as a price for waging an outright conquest war.

They began to operate covertly, working beneath the surface to achieve victory in the game without being directly visible to the operators or other users.

And at the very moment when such “sinister, gloomy, and bizarrely strange” conspiracies involving the Central Base Federation were unfolding.

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It hadn’t been long since the new year started, and I was already suffering from energetic trolls and people with strange fetishes.

Between seeing fan fiction pairing me with the Kraken and other forms of mental hard labor I had to endure…

When I heard on the gallery about all sorts of clans sprouting like mushrooms in that damn “Icarus Kingdom,” I was genuinely in a “whatever” mindset.

“Commander, here’s your milk tea.”

“Ah, thank you.”

“By the way, all kinds of clans are forming within our territory lately. What are you going to do about it?”

“Clans, you say?”

And that thought didn’t change even as I heard Jessica’s words as she brought me milk tea (delicious).

As Jessica twitched her rabbit ears expressing her curiosity, I took a sip of milk tea, placed the mug on the command seat’s armrest.

Then, interlacing my fingers, I began to speak with an extremely solemn attitude.

“Let them do whatever they want, I don’t care.”

“…You just can’t be bothered to think about it, right?”

“You caught me.”

Of course, Jessica momentarily showed a dumbfounded reaction to my attitude…

But since they weren’t trying to forcibly appoint me as the leader of a massive clan like before, and they were just bustling about on their own.

I genuinely couldn’t help but react with “Well, that’s fine, as long as they don’t make me do anything troublesome!”

Of course, separate from that, I wondered “So who’s making these clans, how, and how many?” so I immediately opened the chat window to assess the situation.

And right after opening the chat.

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<Notice: Don’t advertise clan recruitment too excessively>

-[What’s with the ridiculous room title LOL]

-[Soon it’ll be the Holy Icarus Empire]

-[Looking for people~]

-[How can I gather resources more efficiently?]

-[The most efficient way is to have mining ships just mine, and take a regular-grade destroyer with just one main gun and fill it with transport modules]

-[Regular-grade destroyers have the same speed as mining ships so they work well together, and by the time you return to base after moving resources, the mining ships will have just finished mining]

-[Oh good]

-[I came to see the Leviathan Fleet base, where should I go?]

-[Just go to the center of the territory, or find a tour guide]

-[There are guides?]

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‘What is this.’

Seeing the title of my territory’s unofficial yet official chat room set up like that.

I could immediately tell that our user friends had lost their minds while I was busy erasing posts on the gallery.

Of course, since this level of nonsense was something I could laugh off, I took a deep breath while pressing my throbbing temples.

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<Notice: Kingdom has fallen, room title changed to ‘Central Area Neutral Zone’>

-[The kingdom no longer exists from now on](Icarus)

-[No!!!]

-[The kingdom has fallen!]

-[The king has destroyed the kingdom!]

-[Oh my king, how could you abandon us]

-[Oh for god’s sake, please](Icarus)

-[Royalists cut LOL]

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I decided to mercilessly change the room title and notice first, cleanly dealing with the nonsense from the “royalists” who had gone overboard.

Of course, due to my actions, the chat room was filled with the untimely wailing of royalists.

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Title: Today’s News) Icarus suppresses the royalists.

Author: News Boy

Content: [Image of Icarus Kingdom chat room changing to Central Area Neutral Zone.jpg]

“As a result, the kingdom has fallen, and a republic will be established through a citizen council formed by the village chiefs of each base.”

“As head of state, the former King Icarus will serve as president…”

Comments:

-[What are these guys doing LOL]

-[They’re living quite entertainingly]

-[You don’t have much to write about with no events lately, right?]

-˪[If you know, give me some scoop](Author)

-˪[LOLOLOLOL]

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With stories popping up like that, I could feel my blood pressure instantly rising.

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