Ch.596Can’t Live Like This, Let’s Start Over! (2)

And it wasn’t just that one user who had taken in Superhumans.

As time passed, other users posted verification of their recovered Superhumans and starships, certifying the condition of the Superhumans they had brought in…

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Title: They sent a surrender communication but wouldn’t talk, so I wondered why

Author: Philip III

Content: [Female Superhuman wearing a non-removable mouth gag and various cruel restraints typically seen in BDSM material, though most is pixelated.jpg]

Is gagging them for real?

In the midst of all this, the bastard’s sexually twisted, and now I have to throw a perfectly good Superhuman into the medical bay because they’ve gone crazy

You asshole, your ship reeks of night flower scent

Comments:

-[What the hell is that?]

-[Latex woman;;]

-[If it was a little less extreme it might have been hot, but they went too far]

-˪[I don’t think this is the time for that kind of talk;;]

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That’s how it was—people simply tormented Superhumans by making them wear all sorts of strange things, and naturally, they couldn’t stand it and escaped.

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Title: Why did you put a self-destruct device in a Superhuman?

Author: Anonymous

Content: [X-ray image of someone with a bulging stomach like a pregnant woman, but actually containing a ‘bomb’.jpg]

I’m not dealing with an SF Commander, I’m dealing with Al-Qaeda

Holy shit

Of course I removed it and put them in the medical bay

What the hell is this?

No matter how much they’re B-rank, this is just heartless

Comments:

-[They did this to someone with such a young appearance?]

-[This is disgusting;;]

-[Pedos should die]

-[Using low-ranked ones as suicide bombers, what the fuck]

-[This is truly disgusting, how could someone do this;;]

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Some were revealed to be using Superhumans not as Superhumans, but as suicide terrorists.

The secret hobbies of previously quiet perverts were being ruthlessly exposed throughout the gallery.

But at least up to this point, these could somehow be accepted as “personal preferences” or having “tactical significance.”

(Of course, some users who happened to use child-like Superhumans in bizarre ways were being instantly banned by the “moderators” in real-time.)

Most users, despite hurling insults, were starting to accept it like the usual WWE drama, and opinions suggesting they should focus on preparing for the event were beginning to emerge.

Unfortunately, exactly 13 minutes and 42 seconds after such opinions began to surface…

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Title: The Superhuman I lent out and thought was lost has returned

Author: Miniature

Content: [‘Mostly pixelated due to horrific appearance’ female Superhuman sitting, with ragged ‘tattoos’ on one side of her face and nape.jpg]

This is fucking awful

I buried the guy who borrowed and lost her in my heart because I heard he died in battle

But the bastard sold her to someone else?

You fuckers, just wait until after the event

Comments:

-[Wait, so a Superhuman who was betrayed by a trusted user and sold off got tangled up with perverts, had her body modified, and then returned?]

-[Oh shit]

-[NTR body modification, damn this is hardcore]

-[Why are there so many hardcore bastards? There’s plenty to enjoy but they’re so twisted]

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As soon as a Superhuman verification post with the “NTR” tag that most users despised appeared, opinions in the gallery rapidly shifted toward hunting down and punishing the perverts rather than focusing on the event.

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Meanwhile, while the gallery was busy conducting Red Guard-like activities against the perverts…

“The 7th battle is about to start, and another storm in a teacup is brewing.”

For all the talk about gallery users’ anger, it was ultimately just about 10,000-20,000 people cyber-bullying around 100 people.

I just snickered at the sight of even the usual trolls who posted disgusting images and stirred up trouble joining in on the cursing.

Ignoring whatever was happening in the gallery, I decided to focus on my own tasks.

After all, I now had an SSS-rank medium cruiser—not a nerfed bug like the Bahamut-class, but a genuine top-tier performance vessel.

And simultaneously, I had received two Overseer-class medium cruisers that I had thoroughly “chewed, torn, tasted, and enjoyed,” experiencing their excellent performance to the bone.

“Here you are, Oversie.”

“Since there are two, you should speak accordingly.”

“Oversies.”

“That’s perfect.”

Of course, they had been attacked by Analupia’s fleet while coming to surrender, so the hull damage was severe, and they had to be sent to the shipyard immediately upon arrival.

However, in the midst of this, I couldn’t help but wonder, ‘Other ships automatically repair when they return from battle, so why don’t surrendered ships get automatic repairs?’

It seemed that “not consuming fleet points” was merely meant to allow temporary operation of surrendered ships.

The moment I put the Overseer-class ships into the shipyard after returning to the base…

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<Event>

<Confirmation of Surrendered Ships’ Integration!>

<Content>

<Ships that return from battle will be fully integrated into your fleet from the moment they leave the shipyard!>

<However, if you proceed as is, one ship will not be integrated due to insufficient fleet points.>

<Please dismantle unused ships to create sufficient surplus points!>

<Result>

<Current remaining points: 2>

<If you do not increase the minimum surplus points to ’12’ or more, one of the repaired Overseer-class medium cruisers will be forcibly changed to a neutral ship and leave the base.>

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‘Ah, so that’s how it works.’

I nodded as I realized what the operators intended for the “surrendered ships,” and thought it was quite a reasonable system.

And separately from that, since I was about to lose one Overseer-class ship at this rate…

“Jessica, we have one regular-grade medium cruiser in the main fleet, right?”

“Yes, Commander.”

“Send it to the shipyard for immediate dismantling. An Overseer-class must be several times better than a regular-grade.”

“Understood, I’ll give those orders right away.”

I decided to proceed with an emotional farewell to the regular-grade medium cruiser that had somewhat served as the “backbone” of my main fleet until now.

After finishing that fleet management…

“Good, that should do it. Now then… Jessica?”

“Yes?”

“Those Superhumans who surrendered to us, how many were there in total?”

“Three in all—one S-rank and two A-ranks.”

“I see, and where are they being kept now?”

“They’re currently waiting in quarters within the base, and each has a close-combat Superhuman assigned to keep an eye on them.”

Upon hearing that the grateful friends who had brought us the Overseer-class ships were at the base, I immediately decided to summon them to the command center to find out what their situation was.

Following my order, the surrendered Superhumans were dragged from their quarters by Ignis, Partia, and Smeragi.

As they were being dragged along with expressions like pigs heading to slaughter, the three Superhumans realized they had arrived before me, the commander of this place.

As if they had found salvation, they began intensely shooting “fanatical” gazes toward me, similar to what Partia occasionally shows, at an extremely uncomfortable level.

And as if to prove those gazes weren’t false…

“Ohhhhh, finally free from that terrible person!”

“Might I ask the name of the Commander here…?”

“Icarus, Commander Icarus.”

“Commander Icarus, hurrah! Hurrah!”

“We’re saved now! Waaah!”

‘Oh shit, what’s going on?’

Their reactions were as uncomfortable as their gazes, naturally making me curious.