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What Do You Mean I'm The Captain Of A Yandere Mercenary Company?

I thought being laid off from my job was the greatest of my worries but I just had to wake up in a ship's cockpit after my space game crashed. Now I have no map, no friends and no money. But that's ok, I've started from the bottom before! With my starter ship I will scour through space as a Mercenary and maybe even start up a Mercenary Company while I'm at it! This ain't my first rodeo in space after all! Except... Apparently my crew members are weird? The guy who bumped into me yesterday was found sliced up and floating outside the space station. The girl who tried to honeytrap me was reported missing with only a finger found in an alley. And then that merchant who scammed me had his entire ship blasted into bits by unknown vessels the very next day. Some people say my crewmates were behind it but they must be mistaken, right? I only know one thing for sure... In space, no one can hear you scream... *** Notes: Any R-rated scenes will be denoted by a '*' followed by an 'R' with the number of 'R's showing how much of it is R-rated. '*R' would be around 25%, '*RR' would be about 50% and '*RRR' would most likely be the entire chapter. Also, gene splicing and cybernetics exist in this story. What does that mean? MC is a futa for one and there's going to be other futas showing up as well. You can join our discord through this link: https://discord.gg/CRrb56c

Draekai · Sci-fi
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198 Chs

It's Her Turn To Get Hit On

"This… I can't believe something like this exists…"

"What have I been eating so far?"

"This is a miracle…"

"A Goddess…"

Right… Ok… Yeah…

In case you were wondering, I did indeed ended up making more food than I originally intended, not only for the staff that barged in but also for the customers that came in wondering what the hell was going on and where all the bartenders went.

So right now I was standing in front of a group of people that have been reduced to crying over some sandwich I made while kneeling on the ground.

The problem was that one group of people would come in, I make one batch, they cry, the noise attracts more, then I have to make a new one and it keeps on repeating itself until we got to where we are now.

Mmhmm… That's what I kind of expected to happen…

Thankfully, Amber roped in Lea and the others to control the tide afterwards so I only needed to make two more batches and call it a day.