A Prayer for Decent RNG
Beyond those, every kind of admin-roasting post kept flooding in without end — the whole gallery looked less like a forum and more like a colosseum. But whether the gallery was on fire or not didn't matter to me right now.
I deleted and blocked a few of the more egregious aggro posts and users, then set about hunting down the information I actually wanted.
Fortunately, nestled between all that flaming wreckage, analysis posts about the event had started quietly trickling in.
So the event rewards had shrunk from a 10-pull down to a single — but in exchange, they'd become a guaranteed reward. The moment I read that, I found myself liking this event a whole lot more.
And for good reason. Before I went all-in on ship stocks this time around, I'd blown through a 30-pull — or was it a 50-pull? — and what had that gacha gotten me?
Yeah. A catastrophic brick.
After that thoroughly miserable massacre of a pull, I'd given up entirely on acquiring new forces through gacha. So for me, a single ticket that at least delivered a guaranteed result — even if the range was pretty damn wide — looked like a far better deal than some half-hearted 10-pull ticket and a "good luck, sucker."
And while I was browsing those posts, the gallery — despite the event having barely started — was already filling up with verification shots of the Ancient Base Ruins people had found, trickling in one by one…
Looking at the true face of these sincerely random dungeons — ones that gave absolutely zero consideration to a commander's actual situation — I offered up a heartfelt prayer toward the dungeon I still hadn't seen, currently being hunted down by our fleet's search parties.
I already burned a 50-pull as a sacrifice, okay? Please, just let the luck go my way this time.
Do not put ships in my dungeon. Do not put ships. (1)
Unfortunately, despite our steady reconnaissance efforts, finding these so-called ancient ruins was taking a lot longer than expected.
"Commander, nothing visible in this sector either."
"Nothing here either, nya!"
"Hmm~, I don't see what the Commander is looking for~♡"
"Tsk. Then search around the First Forward Base next."
"Understood."
"Got it, nya!"
"Yeees♡"
Of course, both Jessica and I had already anticipated this situation.
"It really does seem like not having enough ships is the big problem."
"…Yeah, you're right about that."
In a setting whose defining feature was brain-melting scale, the ships were stupidly, absurdly enormous — and as a result, radar ranges and the like casually two-handed-slapped the laws of physics into next week. Even so, how long was I supposed to comb through this vast expanse of space with fewer than thirty ships?
Take those two users I'd just seen. I'd happened to catch their fleet verification posts in the gallery before. One of them — the one who "didn't have a fleet" — was still running hundreds of small craft just to deploy his superhumans. The other, as his gallery shot showed, had twelve battlecruisers alone plus at least several dozen escort vessels.
Compared to that, me conducting a search with fewer than thirty combat ships once you excluded the resource fleet… finding anything quickly was looking like a distant dream.
So I pushed the search harder, and in the meantime scooped up the rewards from the daily quests that happened to clear along the way, then went back to digging through the gallery.
But in the time I'd spent focused on recon and collecting daily rewards, a surprising number of "found a dungeon" posts had already piled up. The problem was that, as I'd already seen, dungeons that actually suited the user were rare — and sometimes you got ones so bad that whether they suited you or not, you just didn't want to go in at all.