Chapter 207

Chapter 207. Nice Boat. (2)

After the machine’s flashy, exaggerated process of fixing causality or whatever, with a *whoosh* sound, someone sturdy-looking appeared from inside.

“Wait, is this the one green spot… no, the green dot (?) showing up here?!”

Finally, I thought a decent male character might appear for me, sparking a bit of hope… but right at that moment.

“Welco…”

“Sniff sniff, hehehe… I’ve arrived at the base of the male insects, hehe…”

“What.”

“Your face is decent, suitable to be my noble companion, hehe.”

Though not muscular, I thought it was a large male character. Turns out, it was a D-tier femi-Kanfu from the terrifying cult ‘Iginodesungcha.’

I twisted my body, still in the middle of trying to greet, and turned to Gryanarr and Partia waiting behind me.

“Gryanarr, Partia.”

“What’s wrong, Commander?”

“Just say the word, our savior.”

“Take that thing away and use it however you want, Gryanarr.”

“Huh?”

“At least it’ll be better than regular biological parts.”

Just like with Rain, I gave instructions to assimilate it somewhere in the base and live as one.

Of course, Gryanarr and Partia were slightly taken aback by my attitude.

“My… this time you’re being quite thorough and quick.”

“If it’s what the savior wishes, we’ll take it, but isn’t it a bit early to judge something that just appeared?”

But before they could finish, our femi-Kanfu spoke up.

“The male scum plans to force me into a corset and make me an honorary male.”

“…”

“Male supremacist insects deserve extinction, hehe.”

“…”

“…”

“Every day was a dream until I learned about buffetism.”

Since it was busy self-destructing, Gryanarr and Partia quickly understood my meaning and subdued the femi-Kanfu, dragging it off to the ‘Nest of Life.’

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After all that, having wasted one ‘Definite Unit Summon Ticket’ that guaranteed a superhuman, we returned to the command center to rest.

Of course, as soon as we got back, the first thing I did was take a commemorative photo to ensure I wouldn’t forget this horrifying situation.

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<This is an anonymous group chat.>

<Let's all use polite language and maintain etiquette.>

-[Guys, how do I hold a memorial service?] (Me)

-[???]

-[Out of nowhere, a memorial service?]

-[Looks like one of your two summons failed, lol]

-[LOLOLOL]

-[Just pour some water and pray]

-[Why not hold a shamanic ritual to invite ancestral spirits into the unit?]

-[Where do you even find a shaman for that, lol]

-[The desperate person should do it themselves]

-[Just get possessed by a ghost and self-destruct the base, ending it all?]

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‘Bunch of idiots.’

To avoid wasting the remaining summon ticket (for a ship), I was preparing every possible ritual.

“See, it’s karma, right?”

“…”

“Even in a world where spaceships fly around, it’s amazing how karma exists, huh?”

“…You’re right.”

Meanwhile, Jessica beside me kept tapping my head with her bunny ears, saying, “See, I was right, wasn’t I?” But since she was 100% correct, I could only stay silent.

And as a lesson from this incident, I realized that if you get too cocky and act like luck is always on your side, you’ll definitely face the consequences.

Thinking that was the silver lining, I decided to gather as much info as I could from the chat and gallery.