For some reason, after giving his naval force its name, he felt compelled to state his reasons. Never did he know, this would become the motto of the upcoming United World Government.
Naval Gacha System: It's Time To Monopolize The Seven Seas!
Morgen led Abraham into the branch office building. It was an 8th-story concrete building with dozens of antennas and windows. There was even a Phalanx C-RAM on its rooftop.
Naval Gacha System: It's Time To Monopolize The Seven Seas!
He seemed to be stranded on a tropical island, which was a piece of good news. Being grounded on a deserted northern island would have increased his chances of dying.
Naval Gacha System: It's Time To Monopolize The Seven Seas!
His name was Abraham Shepherd. A rather cool-sounding name for an ordinary office worker who shut himself off from the world. His life was mostly working and gaming.
Naval Gacha System: It's Time To Monopolize The Seven Seas!
His name was Abraham Shepherd. A rather cool-sounding name for an ordinary office worker who shut himself off from the world. His life was mostly working and gaming.
Naval Gacha System: It's Time To Monopolize The Seven Seas!
It was then, the raven-haired man realized the circumstances he was in. Waking up in the middle of nowhere didn't do good for his mind, but opening his eyes after dying put him in a daze.
Naval Gacha System: It's Time To Monopolize The Seven Seas!
As he opened his eyelids, a middle-aged man gazed upon the evergreen leaves where the strands of radiant light pierced in shimmering glee. His mind muffled with echoes of the past as though reminding him of who he was.
Naval Gacha System: It's Time To Monopolize The Seven Seas!
He felt frustrated. He had tried so hard, gone so far, only to face death. He couldn't accept that. He couldn't accept dying here. Not after all the battles he had fought, all the challenges he had overcome. No, he refused to let his journey end like this.