Chapter 121

Chapter 121. The Wristband Conscription Order. (1)

Title: So, are those top 10 ranks now part of our squad?

Author: ㅇㅇ

Content: [Image of the ‘Price of Favor’ event notice]

Here, it says that everyone who reaches the top 10 ranks will be conscripted into the squad.

So, does that mean from now on, all rankers are part of the squad?

Comments:

– [Ah]

– [Oh]

– [This is it]

– [This guy has no clue]

– [But seriously, is that true?]

– [Turns out the event was a squad conscription order~]

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Title: So, from now on, we can call the top 10 rankers squad members, right?

Author: ㅇㅇ

Content: LOLOLOLOLOLOL

I worked so hard to get into the rankings, and the reward is a grandma’s eraser spot LOLOLOLOLOL

Comments:

– [At least there’s a grandma.]

– [Did you forget that the age group of this game’s user base is higher than you think?]

– [Starting with MxSpin, these guys brought all sorts of weird stuff when they joined.]

– [I don’t even know how they got it, but there’s even more disgusting stuff everywhere.]

– [I wanted to kill those guys who kept posting poop memes, but now that the squad rankers have been conscripted, things will be better.]

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Title: Bring out the alcohol and women! It’s time for heroes and warriors!

Author: ㅇㅇ

Content: [GIF of a user turning blue]

Heroes~ Warriors~

It’s time to become squad members~

Comments:

– [The bait is so artistic]

– [ㄱㅆㅅㅌㅊ]

– [How did you make that GIF?]

– [I drew it on the command center computer and uploaded it hehe] (Author)

– [How did you make it without Photoshop, you crazy bastard]

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‘Ah, damn.’

As I passed by, a fleeting comment from a passerby triggered another ‘memory that shouldn’t exist’ in my mind.

But that was only for a moment. I shook my head vigorously and regained my composure.

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Title: Ah, f***

Author: Indypatible

Content: Ah.

Comments:

– [···.]

– [LOL]

– [LOLOL]

– [It’s easier if you just give up]

– [Sigh, f***···.]

– [LOLOLOL] (Author)

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As the post from that Indypatible ranker, filled with a sense of despair, went up, all I could do was leave a hollow laugh.

But while I was in the gallery, feeling hollow from the sudden mockery of other users.

A new message window popped up in front of my eyes as I was browsing the gallery.

And it opened on its own without me pressing any confirmation button.

The gallery screen I was looking at was completely covered, and I felt a surge of irritation.

But that was only for a moment…

Soon, I understood why such a message had come as I read the content of the self-opening message.

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<Notice>

<*This notice is only sent to Commanders ranked 1st to 10th in the 'Price of Favor' event.*>

<All Commanders who have read this message will be teleported to a special space shortly.>

<This is solely for discussing gallery management permissions and other issues, so feel free to come.>

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‘···Hmm.’

After reading that, I wondered why they didn’t just tell us through a message instead of gathering us.

‘Well, I’ll definitely bring Jessica, and for escort, either Marian or Ignis should do.’

I started to worry about who to bring along.

But…

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<And only the Commander can enter this space.>

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Right after reading the last part of the message.

Suddenly, everything in front of my eyes turned bright white, and before I knew it, I wasn’t sitting in the command seat anymore.

I realized I had been dumped into some mysterious space where everything—up, down, left, right, front, and back—was completely white.

The moment I realized this, I also couldn’t help but feel once again how utterly messed up the management’s handling of things was.

Anyway, in this space where everything was just pure white, the scenery was…

“This looks like a mental hospital designed to drive people insane.”

I was internally giving a scathing review when suddenly—

“Why the hell is everything painted white?! Is this some kind of mental ward?”

A rather flippant yet gruff male voice echoed near where I was.

I turned my head to see who the heck was outright saying what I was only thinking.

But when I looked in that direction, there stood a ‘Golden Sun’—a figure I had never seen before in my life.

Blonde hair, tanned brown skin, piercings, and tattoos—the textbook definition of a ‘Golden Sun.’

“What the…”

I stared in confusion at the sudden appearance of this Golden Sun.

The Golden Sun, who had been looking around, seemed to notice my gaze and turned his head toward me.

When our eyes met, he flinched slightly.

From his reaction, it was clear he was just as confused about who I was as I was about him.

The Golden Sun and I silently stared at each other, creating a strangely profound atmosphere.

But that didn’t last long.

-Whish!

“Wha—what is this place?”

Soon, more people started appearing one after another.

The Golden Sun and I briefly exchanged glances, nodded at each other, and then naturally straightened our postures, trying to appear ‘calm and collected’ in front of the newcomers.

“Where else would it be?”

“Getting all worked up over something like this!”

Unfortunately, our little act didn’t last long, as the space quickly filled up with people, and our charade came to an abrupt end.

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A little later.

At first, everyone was bewildered since they didn’t recognize each other.

But as soon as exactly 10 people gathered and some familiar faces appeared, the initial confusion vanished, and everyone quickly started to grasp the situation.

And I was no exception.

‘Betelgeuse, why is he wearing that outfit and covering his stomach like that?’

When Betelgeuse, the Clan Leader of the Loki Clan, appeared among the newcomers, I realized this wasn’t some random otherworldly adventurer’s association but definitely a gathering of top rankers.

Despite everyone figuring out who the others were, the atmosphere remained incredibly awkward.

The Golden Sun next to me raised his hand to get everyone’s attention and suggested that we all introduce ourselves.

Of course, in response to his suggestion, our cocky pink-haired Betelgeuse—and for some reason, a ranker who looked like a full-on furry—both scowled and retorted.

“Hmph, if you’re going to say that, shouldn’t you introduce yourself first?”

“That person… no, I’m not sure of their gender, but they’re right.”

“What, is this some kind of secret villain meeting? Getting all worked up over a simple introduction?”

The Golden Sun, clearly annoyed, frowned deeply but decided to take the lead and introduce himself to lighten the mood.

“Ah, I go by the nickname ‘Indypatible.’ I’m ranked 7th, and I’m the Clan Leader of the ‘Armada.’”

Despite his laid-back demeanor, his introduction was concise and to the point.

Taking Indypatible’s introduction as a cue, the other ranker commanders present also began introducing themselves one by one.