Chapter 118

Chapter 118. Wrapping Up the Event. (1)

So, I managed to get my hands on Betelgeuse’s home(?) video.

But honestly, it was so dangerous that I decided I couldn’t show it to the others.

I sealed the video deep inside a safe in my room and then focused on finishing the event.

Of course, with only three days left, no matter how hard I tried, the points and resources were still severely lacking.

Aside from the effort, I started wondering what I should do after the event ended.

But while I was lost in thought, I suddenly realized I had overlooked one crucial fact.

“…Wait, Marian?”

“What’s up, Oppa?”

“If you wrecked the Loki Clan’s Clan Leader like that… did you also wreck all the clan’s users?”

“Oh, that?”

Honestly, Marian hadn’t given me a single explanation about how she handled the clan.

Even if each user’s fleet size doesn’t exceed 1,000 ships right now, if the clan has over 10,000 users, the total number of ships would be no joke—like, 10 million ships.

Facing an enemy of that scale, even the mighty Pirate Alliance would have to mobilize most of its available forces and users.

But I hadn’t heard a single word about that, so I was left wondering what was going on.

Seeing me so worried, Marian waved her hand dismissively and reassured me.

“Don’t worry too much, Oppa.”

“Hmm.”

“Think about it. We’ve got the leader’s ‘weakness’ in our hands, right?”

At Marian’s words, I couldn’t help but think of *that video* still sealed in my room’s safe.

“…Hmm.”

“And honestly, I only targeted that woman and took her out with pinpoint precision. I didn’t touch any of the other commanders or clan members.”

“…”

Her confident declaration, as if saying, “I’m innocent!” made me worry that this might cause serious problems for my future gameplay…

But Marian’s boldness, coupled with Jessica and the others nodding in agreement, eased my concerns a bit.

“Commander, I agree with Marian… I don’t think Betelgeuse, the Clan Leader, will pressure us on a clan level.”

“Hmm.”

“I think so too, Commander.”

“After suffering such a humiliating defeat, she probably wouldn’t dare make it a public issue, right?”

“I guess.”

Seeing everyone react like that, I nodded.

For now, I decided to keep quiet about the Loki Clan and just lay low.

Besides, as if to prove their point, while I sent our superhuman friends off to complete quests, I kept scrolling through the gallery.

But I didn’t see any posts from the Loki Clan or Betelgeuse about the incident.

‘Huh, maybe there really won’t be any issues.’

After spending a whole day scrolling through the gallery, I came to that conclusion.

I decided to focus on the event for the remaining time and grind for points and resources.

—

And now, two days later…

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<Event Points: 697,004 points>

“Unfortunately, we didn’t hit 700,000 points.”

“Yeah, Commander, that’s a bit disappointing.”

Looking at the score window, I felt a slight pang of regret.

‘If I’d just pushed a little harder, I could’ve easily hit 700,000 or 800,000.’

Or if I hadn’t lost those light cruisers, maybe things would’ve been better…

“That’s absolutely not true, Commander.”

“Huh?”

“Thanks to you buying and deploying those ships back then, we were able to hold our ground in that battle with their firepower and defense.”

“Ah… yeah, right.”

As I muttered those words, Belial stepped closer and responded seriously.

Her earnest reply made me feel a bit better.

I could only nod my head about it.

And in a way, it was fortunate… or rather.

It might be a bit of a twisted thought.

But the agony over points like this, it seems I wasn’t the only one feeling it.

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– [Ah, damn, the event is already coming to an end.] (6,163)

– [Please, just one more chance!! Just one more!!] (4,515)

– [Yeah, right.] (151)

– [Finally, the event ends tomorrow.] (5,522)

– [If you couldn’t even gather 500,000 points, you’re a real man, lolololololololol] (6,123)

– [I’m so sick of the shop, damn it.] (15,245)

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—

‘Haha, just like me.’

As you can see by looking at the gallery right now, most users were practically screaming in despair.

For example, just dig around randomly over there and take a look…

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**Title:** Please, just one more chance!! Just one more!!

**Author:** ㅇㅇ

**Content:** [Screenshot of 499,999 points]

“It’s over, you incompetent fool.”

**Comments:**

– [How the hell did you get 499,999?]

– [How’d you do it, you crazy bastard??]

– [Came for the memes, ended up seeing something amazing.]

– [49999 upvotes.]

—

‘Wait, how did they even take that screenshot?’

Though it was overshadowed by the perfection of the screenshot.

The despair of someone who couldn’t even reach 500,000 points.

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**Title:** Finally, the event ends tomorrow.

**Author:** ㅇㅇ

**Content:** [Image of an old man smoking]

What happens after tomorrow passes?

Don’t you know?

Tomorrow’s event begins.

**Comments:**

– [Snap out of it, snap out of it, snap out of it!]

– [Your event is already over, rest in peace.]

– [Did you lose your mind? Why are you like this?]

– [Just one more day! A new event will open!]

– [LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL]

– [LOLOLOLOLOLOL]

– [I’m losing it, seriously.]

– [Have you already lost it?]

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There were also those who acted like they’d completely lost their minds, among other things.

Amidst the chaotic atmosphere of the gallery, I felt a strange sense of satisfaction.

And as I was thinking that, it had already been about an hour since I started browsing the gallery.

—

“Everyone’s reacting similarly.”

“What do you mean, Commander?”

“People screaming that the event is ending.”

“…I really don’t get it.”

—

No matter how you look at it, for people who are practically ‘kidnapped and imprisoned’ here, they’re way too cheerful and positive.

Every time I see this gallery or other users occasionally.

I can’t help but think that I might be in a situation that aligns with the so-called ‘dead internet theory.’

Maybe, apart from me, all the other users are bots… or something like that.

Or, if not that, maybe I’m the only one who’s been transported to this world, not a group possession.

But thinking like that, everyone seems way too active.

If it were really like that, Betelgeuse wouldn’t have turned into minced meat after taking Marian’s sincere punch in the ‘video.’

And it would be impossible for other users to chat with me.

With these unnecessary thoughts, I sat in the command seat.

Watching Pashtira and Partia clear the final quest of the event, I decided to end it on a high note.

And exactly 3 seconds after clearing that final quest.

I finally saw the long, drawn-out, and yet strangely lackluster event’s closing notice appear before my eyes.