Chapter 236

Chapter 236. The End of a Long, Long Event.

Of course, a couple of people responded by saying, “Why don’t we hold out a little longer?” But what could we do? The real chance of us winning 100% ended when they didn’t respond to the enemy throwing 90% of their fleet at us as bait in the beginning. Anyway, for that reason, our team surrendered 9:1, and the game ended right then. As always, the moment the game ended, we were instantly moved to the “waiting space” without even a chance to chat with others. Of course, unlike before when we had all sorts of ships, especially the big and beautiful Kraken and Hreðsvelgr, now there was only the tiny Nerañzara, making the atmosphere feel quite lonely. Well, to be precise, only the outside of the ship felt lonely. Since all our superhumans, who had been dispatched elsewhere due to the surrender, had popped into the Nerañzara’s bridge.

“Oh my.”

“Commander, did we lose?”

“Well, yeah?”

“Hmm, it was a perfect opportunity to make Anomalocaris, that outstanding ship, ours.”

“Such a pity. It could have been a great gift not only for Princess Luka but also for Her Majesty.”

“Ughhh… it was so hard!”

“But it was still a helpful battle. Fighting superhumans of our level or higher is not a common occurrence.”

“We did our best♡ Commander♡”

“Oppa, praise us!”

‘Wow.’

As the superhumans who had infiltrated the enemy fleet and survived crowded into the bridge, the area around me instantly turned into a bustling marketplace. But that was only for a moment. As soon as a ding sound and an event-related message appeared before my eyes, I signaled to Jessica, who was standing nearby, to send our superhumans to the lounge for now.

“Alright, everyone, you’ve worked hard, so go and rest. The Commander is busy right now.”

And with my signal, the quick-witted Jessica immediately shooed away the seven superhumans clinging around me.

“Tch.”

“Hmph.”

“We fought so hard, and now we need to recharge Icarusium.”

Of course, being “superhumans,” they made some grumpy faces and resisted Jessica’s gestures.

“You can do that later. Right now, the Commander’s work is more important, so hurry up.”

No way. Regardless of appearance, age, or gender, the “adjutant” character ultimately served as a kind of last line of defense for the player Commanders. And with the added weight of the title “Commander’s Adjutant,” the unnecessarily resisting Marian, Pashtira, and the rest of the superhumans were subdued by Jessica and dragged out of the bridge. Of course, Jessica tossed them out and then came right back in.

Anyway, after watching all these little scenes, I shook my head and decided to check the newly appeared message. Fortunately, it wasn’t anything harmful to me. In fact, it was news I had been waiting for for a long time.

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<Notice>

<This message is sent only to Commanders who have completed all 10 battles in this event!>

<Commanders who have completed 10 battles, well done!>

<Event score calculations will be announced in a week via a global notice.>

<Also, all ships and superhumans destroyed or lost during the event have been restored and are waiting at the base, so rest assured!>

<Commanders who have completed all 10 battles will return to the base shortly after reading this message!>

<However, even if you return to the base, please understand that you cannot leave the base and the Commander's area until all Commanders have completed 10 battles and the event ends!>

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“Oh.”

“So they’re restoring all the ships and superhumans? That’s a relief.”

“Indeed. Plus, it’s great that the devs didn’t make any unnecessary changes.”

Originally, since the event was held on a separate map, not restoring the destroyed ships and superhumans would have caused a disaster. Realistically, if they did something like that, even if you ranked high in the event, if your main ships were all destroyed, you’d just become a punching bag for other users, with every hole (?) being exploited.

Of course, there are some masochists with peculiar tastes who might want that, but at least I wasn’t one of them.

I nodded in satisfaction at the announcement that the fleet and superhuman restoration would proceed as I knew from the event details.

Moreover, even if you’re invincible during the event period, you can still move around inside the ‘zone’ instead of just being cooped up in the base.

During the event, I thought I could leisurely enjoy a relaxed rural life while upgrading the base.

But, as always in this world, my peaceful rural life plan…

At the moment I read the message and returned to the base, the restored Kraken was running towards us like a retriever, panting with its tongue out.

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<General Announcement>

<<<Notice on the End of the 'Capital of the Ancient Empire' Event>>>

<To all Commanders who participated in the event, thank you for your hard work!>

<The event score results will be announced in a general notice one week from now!>

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“Why is this only happening to meeeeeeeee!”

With the bold ‘Event End Notice’ that popped up, it all just disappeared.

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Contrary to my worries, surprisingly, there wasn’t a rush of users running around right after the event ended.

Of course, thinking about it, it’s obvious, but after enduring 10 battles, the users’ mental state should have healed by then.

So, fortunately, my ‘rural life’ could be maintained, albeit briefly…

I wondered how other users were doing, so I decided to open the gallery for the first time in a while.

And the gallery I opened was already burning with the crazed souls who couldn’t gallery during the event period.

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Title: Where the hell is the armband?

Author: ㅇㅇ

Content: [Image of a toad burning in a red background]

Damn, crazy guys keep crawling out, and there’s no staff or user armbands in sight.

Comments:

-[I don’t know about the staff, but the user armbands are probably still fighting.]

-[Is this for real?](Author)

-[LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL]

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Among the trash posts filled with eye-rotting disgusting images, just like a dandelion blooming in the middle of an asphalt road, you could tell from that ordinary post.

While the staff and top users=user armbands were busy participating and focusing on the event, unable to manage the gallery.

The first ones to jump out were turning the entire gallery into a literal den of insane sexual desires.

Not just the gallery, but even the auction house and the entire anonymous chat were filled with all sorts of nonsense.

I shook my head in disbelief and tried to delete each of the so-called crazy grandma images that were posted…

Right at that moment.

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Title: The staff is here

Author: ㅇㅇ

Content: [Images of a cavalry charging into a horde of orcs]

Look at that light!

Gondor calls for aid!

Comments:

-[Kyaaaaaaa]

-[I believed in you, damn it!]

-[This must also be the grace of the staff.]

-[Those posting disgusting images, just CUT them out.]

-[The event ended, and now they’re working.]

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As soon as the event ended, the staff seemed to have grasped the situation in the gallery.

Tens of thousands of pages of accumulated trash posts were being deleted in an instant.

Seeing this, I thought I should probably check the gallery a bit later.