I Became a Commander in a Crappy SF Game.

Ch.597″Actually, we’re quite similar in that regard.”

by fnovelpia

“One S-rank and two A-ranks, huh? Same ranks as those we captured before.”

Looking at the three female superhumans sobbing and wailing in front of me, I decided to check their status windows first.

However, like the ones I’d seen before—and like Rain, who had now become Griyanar’s faithful assistant and permanent wall fixture—their specs weren’t particularly impressive.

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<Type: Anti-Personnel Close Combat>

<Traits: Close Combat, Iron Body, Sixth Sense, Body Modification>

<Stats>

Health: B

Attack Power: A

Physical Defense: A+

Mana: B-

Magic Defense: A+

Mobility: C+

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<Type: Anti-Army Long Range>

<Traits: Artillery, Concentration, Parasitic Tentacle Suit (Deteriorating)>

<Stats>

Health: A+

Attack Power: C+

Physical Defense: C-

Mana: A-

Magic Defense: A-

Mobility: B-

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<Nylon>

<Type: Anti-Personnel Close Combat>

<Traits: Close Combat, Greatsword, Divine Protection, Buff Aura>

<Stats>

Health: A+

Attack Power: S-

Physical Defense: S-

Mana: B-

Magic Defense: A

Mobility: A

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From top to bottom: A-rank, A-rank, and S-rank.

My first thought was, “Well, this is awkward.”

But maybe that’s because I was busy checking their status windows and wasn’t prepared to listen to their stories.

-Tap tap

“Commander.”

“Huh? Oh right, go on with your story. I’m listening.”

The surrendered superhumans who had been rambling on stopped and stared at me blankly. I shrugged and closed the status window.

Realizing I wasn’t ignoring them, the three surrendered superhumans opened the floodgates and started talking even more.

Most of their stories were complaints about their Commander and user, “Analupia,” so I tried to filter out the emotional parts as much as possible.

But the problem was, as I listened more and more, I realized…

“Sob… he modified the base bathrooms to make tentacles come out from here and there, so we couldn’t even rest properly…!”

‘We do that too.’

“He forced us to take drugs that made us go into heat, using that to break our minds!”

‘We do that too.’

“I originally served another Commander, but after being captured, I was tortured into forced conversion…”

‘We do that too.’

That’s right.

Surprisingly, most of the reasons they were sobbing and calling their Commander “disgusting” and “terrible” and whatnot were…

Things we were already naturally doing at our base, so I really had nothing to say in response.

The superhumans gathered nearby who were listening to the surrendered ones’ stories had the same speechless reaction as me.

Griyanar and Nero-Nero even averted their gazes and pretended not to hear.

Fortunately, since my superhumans were positioned behind the surrendered ones, they couldn’t see these reactions in real-time.

But what’s important here?

The difference between this “Analupia” they were cursing and me was ultimately just whether the superhumans participated “voluntarily” or whether the Commander forcibly did strange things to them.

It was giving me an indescribably bizarre feeling as I listened.

Of course, that doesn’t mean Analupia and I were 100% identical.

“And what’s more, that bastard, even during battle, set up a harem with B-rank and lower superhumans that he and his favorite superhumans had modified!”

“Harem?”

“Yes! Wearing nothing but scraps of cloth, he’d touch superhumans whose breasts and other parts he’d forcibly modified and enlarged, doing all sorts of things while conducting battles!”

“…”

‘Why do these similarities keep popping up?’

As soon as the “scraps of cloth” was mentioned, Pashtra, who was also wearing “just scraps of cloth,” quietly took a step back.

But regardless of that, now they were saying this user engaged in debauchery even during battles with other users.

“There’s more!”

“That’s right, after battles when we returned to base, he’d make us strip naked and walk around the base… and if we lost here, he’d make us wear strange things or dunk us in liquid with weird smells…”

‘Wow, that’s some hardcore stuff.’

Besides these things, all kinds of insane stories kept pouring out.

As I listened quietly, I felt strange about all these stories that were both similar to what we did yet somehow more deranged.

But in the midst of all this, I suddenly realized something.

‘Wow, other users really do have a lot of superhumans, huh? Even if they’re lower ranked.’

If you weren’t a user with terrible gacha luck like me, you’d probably have at least three digits’ worth of superhumans by now.

Of course, it could just be that this Analupia user had an unusually large number, so I decided to check the gallery for cross-verification.

…In the process, I also saw a massive proliferation of posts criticizing “sexual deviants,” but anyway.

The important thing was realizing that users with normal luck would have over 100 B-rank or higher superhumans by now, or something close to that.

I just had extremely high peaks of luck, but equally extremely low valleys, with nothing in between. Realizing this made me feel quite melancholic.

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Anyway, after listening to these stories and understanding what kind of superhumans had surrendered,

I realized that, regardless of anything else, we couldn’t keep these superhumans who were so averse to monster-style modifications at our base.

“Nyaaaah!”

“Kyaaaah!!!”

“Ugh, ughhh!”

Even if I hadn’t thought that way,

The moment they saw Sumeragi sneeze and have tentacle friends pop out as cat ears and wiggle around,

They screamed in terror and then looked at me with eyes swirling with emotions like ‘shock,’ ‘horror,’ and ‘despair.’

“…If we leave them be, they’ll try to escape later, right?”

“I think so. Honestly, even we who have developed higher tolerance from living together still get startled sometimes.”

“That’s true.”

I decided to either tie up these three surrendered superhumans and sell them on the trading market or hand them over to another decent user.

And since the trading market carried a higher risk (the chance of them ending up with another weirdo)…

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<Notice: Don’t fight, have C’ex>

-[Sex]

-[S E X]

-[We should be doing the event but everyone’s just shouting about sex]

-[Let’s take time today to praise the Emperor again]

-[A-men]

-[Got some surrendered superhumans, anyone need them?](Icarus)

-[Set of 3: one S-rank close combat, one A-rank ranged DPS, one A-rank melee DPS](Icarus)

-[Oh me!]

-[Can’t buy them separately? I need a ranged DPS]

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“Hey, do you three absolutely have to stay together?”

“N-not really. We came together just because we impulsively couldn’t take it anymore.”

“We’re not particularly close…”

“I see.”

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<Notice: Don’t fight, have C’ex>

-[Yeah that works](Icarus)

-[Can buy separately](Icarus)

-[Oh then I’ll take the A-rank ranged DPS, I’ll pay a fair price]

-[I want the S-rank melee!]

-[Can’t resist a guaranteed superhuman lol]

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I decided to give them to users in our Hourglass sector to prevent any possible future problems.

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