NIKKE: Max Bonded but System Gone

Morning.

Green William woke up in high spirits in the bedroom of the command center. Outside the blinds, artificial sunlight bathed the outpost base. Pulling back the curtains, Green retrieved a treasured bag of coffee beans from the cupboard, poured them into a mug, and brewed a cup of rich, aromatic coffee. 

"So, it's finally time to go back?" 

Shaking the mug gently, memories flooded Green's mind like a tide. 

Since being abducted by the system into the Ark six months ago, Green's life had plunged from easy mode into hell. 

From jumping into a helicopter at the start, taking command of the counterattack forces, executing his personal Nikke, Marian, being kidnapped by the arrogant Chatterbox, the Snowfield Operation, and the Heretic Retrieval Mission… 

Recalling the bitterness of the past six months, Green couldn't help but want to punch the system. 

That useless feline AI! It knew Green had hit his head and suffered memory loss after jumping out of the helicopter but didn't bother to remind him. As a result, memory-wiped Green followed the game's original plot, leaving no room to alter the storyline. 

Fortunately, though, he remembered everything today. 

Past memories surged into Green's head like waves, reminding him of his true identity—a gamer who had the NIKKE Goddess of Victory installed on his computer. One late-night gaming spree caught the attention of the feline system, which abducted him to the Ark as everyone's commander. 

Not bad, right? 

But there was something even better. Over the past six months, Green had maxed out every Nikke's affection! 

Sipping his coffee lightly, Green muttered, "Even though I forgot a lot about my past, I never forgot my goal." 

Looking down at the holographic screen, he muttered, "System, you promised me—once I maxed out all the Nikkes' affection, you'd open a two-way portal to Earth. Isn't it time to keep your word? System? Oi, shithead!" 

Bang! 

Before the words settled, the system in Green's head suddenly cracked. 

[Due to unknown reasons, the system core has been damaged and requires repair.] 

[Estimated repair time: 365 days.] 

[In the meantime, the host must strive to protect his pelvis from the Nikkes. Given the extreme difficulty, the system has enhanced the host's physical attributes to ensure he can compete with the Nikkes in one-on-one combat.] 

"You're telling me it'll take a whole year to fix your core? You have got to be kidding me!" 

Green nearly spit his coffee all over the windowsill. In one year, Green, a mere mortal, would have to face dozens of Nikkes with max affection for him. 

Was victory even possible? After all, Nikkes were far more terrifying than racehorses. Six Nikkes alone could collapse a bridge under their weight. Even with their lighter, day-to-day operational bodies, their weight wasn't something an ordinary person could bear. 

At best, it would strain muscles and bones; at worst, it would shatter his pelvis. 

Oh, let's not forget there were at least 60 Nikkes. 

So, could this be resolved peacefully? The answer was a resounding no. 

After calming himself and coming to terms with his roles as the "stoic, cold-faced, black-haired commander," "certified workaholic," and the Ark's "demonic succubus," Green's headache intensified. 

For the past six months, aside from winning over the Nikkes, his only focus had been carrying out missions on the surface. After all, a commander's income primarily came from combat missions. 

No money, no affection for farming. 

That's why, even when the Nikkes privately hinted at wanting to be his girlfriend, Green's reply was always the same: "Let's wait a bit longer; I'll think about it." 

At the time, Green still had an escape plan. 

In six months, he would've been able to freely travel between Earth and the Ark. He had ambition, a strategy, and full confidence in using his game-breaking advantage to liberate the Nikkes and reclaim the surface. 

Romance could wait but now, the system was gone, and Green's escape plan went up in smoke. If he won't take this seriously, his pelvis might be next to crack. 

"Is there a way to find out how the Nikkes feel about me?" 

Frowning in thought, Green pulled out his phone and opened BalaBala. 

BalaBala was the social platform where Nikkes casually interacted with their commander. Everyone on the Ark used it. Green had joined quite a few unit chat groups there. 

Such as Counters Squad, Metis Unit, ACPU Squad, Triangle Unit, and so on… Of course, the Nikkes probably had their own private chat groups too.

At the very least, the darker thoughts in their hearts were things they'd never say out loud.

Opening BalaBala, Green typed keywords like "Commander" and "Counters Squad" into the search bar. However, no relevant forums or chat groups popped up.

"Could it be that my account has been blocked by them?"

Green came to a conclusion. As the Ark's commander, Green had an official account, but he also maintained a smaller, personal account for everyday use.

Logging into his secondary account, Green entered the keywords again. This time, a new forum appeared in the search results.

[Commander Fan Club?]

[President: Long-Haired Princess]

[Currently Online: 584 Members]

[Popularity: 9999↑ (Top Forum)]

"Join!"

Without hesitation, Green clicked the join button.

[Enter your ID.]

After some thought, Green typed "William."

Green William—his full name in this world—was rarely used. His records only listed him as "Green," so he didn't have to worry about the Nikkes figuring it out.

["William" has joined the forum.]

Long-Haired Princess: Welcome, newbie~ 😊 Please follow the club rules. See the pinned post for details! (This is an automated reply.)

Green glanced at the pinned post. Oddly, instead of forum rules, the top post was something rather… spicy.

[Forum President Long-Haired Princess: Shared a Believer's Photo!]

Long-Haired Princess: Tee-hee~ 😍 This was taken during a mission on the surface. It's a secret photo of Believer sleeping!

Neon: This is… the ultimate firepower! 💕

Green clicked on the post.

What he saw was a long series of multi-angle photos of himself.

When did Long-Haired Princess (Rapunzel) even take these? Scrolling further, he found comments below the post.

Vesti: This… this is an amazing find. Thanks for sharing…

Emma: Thanks for sharing! May you have a peaceful life~

Sugar: Thanks for sharing.

Noise: Thanks for sharing.

Drake: Thanks for sharing? A proper villain always takes and runs! But fine, thanks for sharing this time.

Anis: Ugh! It's all your fault for posting pictures and attracting attention. Now more Nikkes are joining the forum! Long-Haired Princess, this is on you! If the Commander actually ends up dating another Nikke, what are we supposed to do?!

Drake: Hahaha! That's easy—I'll just become his girlfriend!

Neon: I didn't think you'd say that, Drake. Are we on the same wavelength? Could it be that Drake's a genius?