We Need More Friends (1)
The second I tossed out that classic newbie question—is Bahamut any good?—the veterans came stampeding in. I nodded along and decided, then and there, to let her(?) go in my heart.
Farewell, Bahamut… you poor ship, nerfed into the dirt in an age without me.
Anyway. After scrubbing that half-gutted trash heap from my mind, I turned to the options I'd been eyeing next after the Bahamut-class.
> Random Causality Fixation Ticket (Superhuman Exclusive) ×1 : 45,000
I decided to grind points harder over the remaining week—specifically so I could snag a ten-pull of those superhuman-exclusive gacha tickets.
We Need More Friends. (1)
The problem, as that insane price tag made painfully clear, was that a ten-pull demanded a full 450,000 event reward points.
Has inflation lost its mind?
Granted, at the rate I was vacuuming up nearly a hundred thousand points a day, it didn't seem like an impossible hurdle. The real question was whether the value and odds justified dumping 450,000 points on these things—especially if it meant giving up a guaranteed pull on a usable S-grade or higher ship.
So I tapped the listing to check the rates.
> Random Causality Fixation Ticket (Superhuman Exclusive) ×1 : 45,000
> Probability rates for this product are not disclosed.
Oh, these bastards.
As if probability-item regulation laws meant absolutely nothing in this world, they were flaunting their iron will to keep the rates locked down tight. I was left speechless for a moment…
Waaah, help me, Galleryemon.
That was what the gallery was for. I immediately ran a search on this event's gacha through the tab I already had open. But the moment I clicked the first result that popped up…
Yeah, I deleted the rates!
Mad about it!? Too bad!
Nobody can put me—the admin—on trial!
That's the limit of this world's justice system!
This cross-species son of a bitch.
Getting hit with ragebait right out of the gate nearly cracked my mental fortitude, but I managed to hold the line. I stopped myself from shotgunning the command console I used as a keyboard, escaped that wretched bait thread, and started combing the gallery for an actual tip post.
Fortunately, it didn't take long to find one that was the real deal.
A ten-pull on that thing eats 450k points, so yeah, everyone can reasonably ask: is this even worth getting?
Honestly? I think a ten-pull is more than doable.
Bluntly speaking, if you commit to farming, 400–500k points is easy in a week at the fast end, ten to twelve days at the slow end, right?
But that's not the important part. It's the hidden function on these tickets.
Before anyone got isekai'd in here, someone whale-pulled hundreds of these with real money and dropped the info, remember?
Apparently the gacha tickets from this event shop have a slight rate correction. yep
So unlike the regular gacha currency we've been stuck using since we got dragged here, the odds come out better than you'd expect.
A ten-pull to sweetly recruit one extra superhuman isn't a bad call at all.
Hmmm… interesting…
Through that surprisingly thorough tip-post-that-wasn't-quite-a-tip-post, I realized the event gacha was better than expected. Even so, as the post itself noted, even with our absurd pirate automation system(?) auto-farming quests, clearing them still took time no matter how you sliced it.
And separate from all that, a new realization suddenly hit me.
Hold on. Marianne alone called in dozens of pirate captains. So why is our reward-point intake only about on par with top-tier players?
They might not be under my direct command, but in practice I was running the equivalent of at least four or five players' worth of superhumans by myself. Shouldn't the point income reflect that?
And yet, reading between the lines of that veteran's tip post, top-to-absolute-top players racking up tens of thousands of event points a day was treated like nothing special…
With that doubt nagging at me, I closed the gallery for a moment, barked Beast's own mangled catchphrase at her—"I'm da commandah's lovah!"—and shooed her off. Then I called over Marianne, who was still beaming from ear to ear, and put the question to her.
Marianne listened, sank into thought for a beat, then answered like it was nothing, grinning as she leaned her head against my shoulder.
"It's simple, Oppa."
"Simple how?"
"The captains are scattered all over trying to clear those 'quests,' so the fleets from other factions keep running into ours."
"…Ah."
Marianne's explanation wasn't complicated. Pirates were fanning out in every direction, and while they were clearing quests, collisions with not only the beasts but also the Zenobia Empire, the Earth Federation's own fleets, and the players attached to them were happening far more often than expected.
Of course, taking Marianne's word alone would have been careless. I thanked her, sent her on her way, and immediately reopened the gallery to search for reactions to the pirates.