Chapter 50
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Translator: Silver Dragon
Chapter: 50
Chapter Title: The Gallery Members' Past (1)
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Title: Agh, I just got it not long ago!!!
Author: Auto-Nickname 1582
(A rough image of the destroyed enemy ships.)
Situation explained.
I'd just acquired planetary ownership and was taking a break.
Then these rat bastards suddenly showed up, claiming it was their planet and kicking up a fuss.
From what I gathered, they'd bought it back when it was being sold off in pieces.
They said since they were the owners, I had to leave, and if I didn't, they'd kill me—straight-up threats.
I was originally planning to settle it amicably, but when they brought up using force first, how could I just roll over?
We ended up fighting, and I wiped them all out.
The problem? In the process, my ship's shields got shattered, and it took a ton of scratches... shit.
Ugh, the more I think about it, the madder I get. It's a brand-new ship I just bought.
Eh, tsk tsk. Xeno bastards are just so disgustingly repulsive.
But that ship looks kinda unique? What species were they?
Something like Juno Wanderers, I think that's what they called themselves.
Rat-like species, and the way they talked made them look so damn stupid.
Ugh, who was it? Oh, those Juno bastards again?
Those rat fuckers crawl out every so often to pick fights lololol.
The newbie finally ran into those rat bastards too lololol.
The name "Juno Wanderers" came up.
And the gallery members started chiming in like they all knew exactly who they were.
I added more comments.
What? Are they famous or something?
Infamously so.
Remember their faces. You'll run into them a lot while traveling.
They didn't even seem that strong. Why are they so infamous?
Galactic-level beggar race with a notorious reputation for all the wrong reasons.
Juno Wanderers.
They were as annoying a force as the pirates.
Unlike most settled species.
The Juno Wanderers lived up to their name, wandering nomadically.
They used to have a homeworld they called their mother planet.
But they've always been assholes, got blacklisted by neighboring stellar nations, gang-beaten, and their homeworld got blown up.
After their home planet was destroyed.
The surviving few started drifting through the galaxy on ships.
The initial survivors numbered less than a million.
But they adapted to ship life, and their population exploded to tens of billions.
But what do territory-less Xenos even do cruising around on ships?
No standout abilities or anything, just worthless bastards.
So naturally, they started dipping into shady, illegal gigs that everyone else avoids.
The Juno Wanderers quickly gained infamy.
Illegal arms trafficking, drug distribution, space junk collection, and more.
They even turned to piracy and mercenary work, spreading their bad name far and wide.
Like rats swarming discarded food first, they swarm abandoned ships before anyone else.
That's why you bump into them a lot while scavenging wrecks.
At that rate, they're practically anomalies...?
The galactic community actually investigated if Juno Wanderers count as anomalies.
These Juno guys.
The more I learned, the more they seemed like a pain in the ass.
Well, I killed them all, so I won't see them around here anymore, right?
You wiped them out, so they won't show for a while.
But if you slack on stellar system management, they creep back in, so patrol regularly.
I was gonna run auto-hunts on Debena and farm honey, but it's not that easy...
Wrapping up the chat, I closed the gallery.
The fights with the Xenoss were all over.
Now it was time for cleanup.
[Items Needing Repair]
Ship hull minor damage × 3
Damaged laser anti-air turrets × 5
Destroyed laser anti-air turrets × 2
Cannon turret damaged × 1
[Items Needing Resupply]
Adrian escort strategic nukes × 45
Lefren gravity anchor missiles × 8
Zenix EMP missiles × 2
[Total Cost]
300 million gold
[Entrust repairs and resupply to Dimension Vortex?]
The moment I saw the bill, I nearly choked.
I had 50 billion gold total right now.
Compared to my funds.
It wasn't a huge amount.
But it wasn't pocket change either.
Ship annual maintenance was just over 200 million gold.
And now repairs and resupply alone were eating 300 million.
'What the hell costs this much?'
I checked the details.
Repair costs weren't bad.
For the pounding it took in battle, it was pretty reasonable.
The issue was the missiles.
I'd thought I was firing too many even back then.
But I hadn't realized it'd be this many.
Hell, if I'd known missiles were this pricey, I'd have conserved them.
'Gotta ration missiles from now on.'
In the end, I gritted my teeth and paid up to Vortex.
Immediately, a mystical light enveloped the ship.
The ship soon glowed white.
And when the light faded, the ship was repaired.
After driving off the Juno Wanderers.
I finally reopened Debena Amusement Park.
I'd reopened the planet.
But not all areas.
Just the relatively intact waterpark facilities.
There was a reason for that.
Earlier, with the gallery's help, I'd repaired Debena's core infrastructure.
But only the core stuff—most facilities were still abandoned and neglected.
According to the gallery, fully repairing the planet would take massive costs, time, and manpower.
Impossible for me right now.
So the plan: repair and reopen the best-preserved spots first.
Use the earnings to fix the rest.
And the waterpark was the pick.
Opening day, word of the reopening drew a decent crowd of tourists.
Lots of guests, but I didn't have to work.
The planet's automation handled everything.
I just parked in orbit and watched the money roll in.
Humanely speaking, shouldn't you at least wear a mascot costume?
Back in my day, I did all sorts to make money.
World's gotten too cushy, huh?
Maybe she didn't like seeing me earn easy money.
Ragna left some salty comments.
Reading them sparked my curiosity.
You said you did all sorts to make money?
What kind of jobs, exactly?
I couldn't picture Ragna working a normal job.
Her personality didn't scream office worker.
But she probably had some experience with rough stuff.
Lololol hilarious, thinks she never did desk work but did violent stuff lolololol.
Newbie, you got eyes!
Takes that level of insight to become a gallery superstar...
The gallery seemed to agree.
Or maybe they just wanted to troll Ragna.
Either way, they backed me up enthusiastically.
You fuckers! I could totally do office work!
What do you know about me!
Before getting dragged here, I was a pretty intellectual elite, you know?
At best, a smart Viking.
You wanna die? I'll come find you.
Not thrilled with the assessment, apparently.
Furious Ragna spam-commented.
The convo somehow shifted to pre-isekai life stories.
Watching it, curiosity struck.
I posted right away.
Come to think of it, what were you all like before coming here?
Didn't you say half came from fantasy worlds?
Suddenly curious.
Thinking about it, I knew next to nothing about the gallery folks.
Our chats had all been info-dumps.
What had their lives been like before this place?
All sorts. I'm from a sci-fi civ like you. Was a company man, woke up here one day.
Ahem, this body was originally a hero candidate. From the noblest 8 families on the continent.
Worked at a robotics lab.
I was an imperial knight order captain!
Their backgrounds were wildly diverse.
Jobs too.
Some rose from fantasy peasant to imperial knight captain.
Others, like me, from sci-fi civs living ordinary lives until here.
The stories hooked me.
What lives did otherworlders lead?
I wanted more.
Bored, how about sharing pre-isekai stories?
How many people here? That'd take forever;;;.
Whatever, it's for fun. Wasn't planning to read from the start anyway. Just the good ones.
True, better than raging over xenohate or whatever.
Then, a brilliant idea hit me.
How about this? Reward for the most interesting story.
So, like a story contest?
Dangle a prize, and plenty'll join.
But who's providing the prize? Newbie got nothing worthwhile, right?
Good point.
No contest without prizes.
Problem: As a newbie, I had zilch to offer.
'No prize from me? Nuke missile maybe?'
Right then.
A genius solution popped up.
Prize courtesy of the armband, not me.
Gallery-hosted contests always have armband prizes, right?
...Huh?
The armband couldn't hide its bewilderment.