hotmtlnovel Chapter 233
Chapter 233
Round of Night, Number 9.
A prestigious title given to the top 10 pilots of the Wandering Merchant Guild.
Those who earn this title cannot be weak.
Talent in fusion rates, equipment support,
All the elements that ensure victory were gathered.
Why?
It should have been that way. Yet, Number 9, Mangok Dongmu-seo Dari Boob* (a ridiculously long nickname for Number 9)*, who was at the bottom of the Round of Night ranking, had just been defeated.
Despite having excellent reaction time, superior weaponry, and great performance from his ship, the one who lost was him.
Why did I lose?
Heh heh, fool♡ Pathetic♡ You don't even know why you lost, you terrible pilot♡ Of course, it’s because you didn’t have enough resolve♡
Resolve...?
A one-on-one battle.
A fair and square fight.
Mangok Dongmu-seo Dari Boob** had wanted a flawless victory in this duel.
News that he struggled against the ace pilot of the Tuttak Guild would certainly damage his standing as a Number in Round of Night.
Thus, he had not allowed any damage to his ship.
He demanded a perfect victory without even the slightest scratch on his ship.
Someone Who Likes To Get Apologies was different.
She no longer feared the damage to her ship or the possibility of death from a mistake.
What she feared was losing again.
Failing to protect the pathetic followers who trusted her.
Her strong will overcame that fear.
The two ships closed in on each other, firing beams at each other, their missiles intercepted in mid-air, as the distance between them quickly narrowed.
You crazy bitch, are you trying to die with me?!
Mangok Dongmu’s ship veered sharply.
The continued attacks pushed the performance of his ship to its limits.
In the end, he was caught from behind, suffering irreparable damage and the loss was confirmed.
Now, he was laughing bitterly.
The difference was not in resolve.
It was in madness.
She turned off her shields, fully confident that she wouldn’t take a single bullet as she continued fighting.
The result was evident in the energy difference.
The minimum shield protection for safety.
The sudden acceleration in an attempt to break free from the situation.
Many factors contributed to the failure, and ultimately, she allowed an attack while caught from behind.@@@@
I wasn’t bad! It’s just that you were a monster of strength!
Yeah, yeah♡ Good job♡ You trashy idiot♡
...Damn you.
Save your pathetic excuses for the hangar! Apologize to the president for turning such an expensive ship into scrap! Apologize for being a discarded pilot!
Damn it. I’d rather log out than take this humiliation.
After the victory in the duel, the momentum shifted.
The Tuttak Guild succeeded in repelling the enemies.
However, they ultimately failed to destroy the massive station of the Wandering Merchant Guild.
They had already taken too much damage, and another victory would only be a hollow one.
Despite that, they stopped advancing and listened carefully to who would win the battle.
The Human-Faced Demon Guild has succeeded in their revenge!
The one with the horrible nickname “Silent Swordsman’s Rest Period Will” defeated Number 3.
Amazing!
But they were supported by surrounding fleets.
What’s that? That’s just fleet support.
The only one who defeated Number 3 with skill was our Mesugaki Girl!!
Long live Mesugaki!
Long live!
Long live Apple Girl!
Long live!
After all the praise, the space war ended with a victory for the Human-Faced Demon Guild, but soon after, the long-awaited announcement came.
[Streamer Silent Swordsman has posted a new public notice.]
It was a notice from Silent Swordsman.
[The selection of the Forced Return Facility has been completed.]
[The selected individual is I Can’t Stand Gaidaimax.]
[The selected location is the Gaidaimax Silent Swordsman Statue.]
[From now on, the malevolent prisoners will be forcibly sent to the Gaidaimax Silent Swordsman Statue’s Cliff Punishment Division and must repent for a set period before being freed.]
[Everyone, remember to be polite while chatting. If I were you, I wouldn’t want to be trapped in the Punishment Division of this statue.]
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What is this?
Chasing after a chicken? Looking at the roof?
Is the bear doing the tricks, and the person taking the money?
The space war.
The intense battle between the three great powers.
The winner was the unexpected I Can’t Stand Gaidaimax.
Not a giant faction.
Not even a mid-tier faction.
But a lone space tycoon and madman who roams the universe.
The rules for sentence reduction were written on the walls of the Punishment Division.
These rules were the very hope they clung to.
This is it!
War! War is happening right now!
Hey, Gaidaimax! We’ll be war slaves! Take us to the battlefield!
As the prisoners shouted, Gaidaimax’s face appeared on the wall panel.
[That’s not something I can approve.]
Then who approves it?!
[Silent Swordsman personally approves it. She’ll only send you to battles that are worth participating in...]
So when will Silent Swordsman come?
[She came today, so... probably sometime in a week, or a few months.]
A week or a few months, huh.
This is a mess, the error range is off the charts!
Are you crazy?!
What are we supposed to do in the meantime!
We don’t even know when she’ll come! What if we miss the chance!
Gaidaimax replied, his face full of annoyance.
[Why should I take responsibility? It’s your sentence that isn’t being reduced, not mine. If you’re upset, you can just log in every day.]
The prisoners grabbed their necks.
This was the plan!
This bastard is torturing us with false hope, making us log in every day!
Well, if we have to log in anyway, we might as well watch something on the VR helmet, right?
One prisoner casually chose to watch something on the VR helmet.
[Kids’ Program! Kids Today!]
[Hello, kids. Today, we’re making a stegosaurus out of clay.]
And screamed.
Hey!! Who’s the crazy bastard airing a kids’ program where they only speak formally! How are we supposed to watch this!
[Silent Swordsman said, add all formal-language programs to the playlist.]
Sigh... What’s next?
[It’s a middle school math class about finding angles using the properties of external angles.]
What the hell is this, you jerk!
The prisoners clutched the VR helmets and screamed.
Why is this so fun?
Oh, the teacher’s hands are so pretty.
Kids these days make stuff like this with clay? The quality is amazing.
I wonder if Silent Swordsman gives lessons too?
Is this real education? Why is this useful?
Give us some clay, you jerk!! We want to play with clay, not this boring stuff!!
The life of a meerkat is so sad, sob sob.
To reduce their sentence, they watched 2 hours of clay play, 4 hours of middle school math, and 3 hours of National Geographic’s wildlife documentaries.
Thanks to watching these chaotic formal-language programs, the prisoners' childlike wonder, culture, and common sense grew.