Naval Gacha System: It's Time To Monopolize The Seven Seas!

"At the moment, the Manufacturing Sector is currently closed with its utility personnel having an indefinite day off for the time being. The same could be said with the Transportation Sector since we have no available cargo ships."

"Speaking of the Transportation Sector, it is the area of the port dedicated to transporting products, materials, and personnel. It owns half of the empty area in the port. After all, when things set off for the better."

"We can expect for the port to be busy."

While Morgen explained the first two sectors, the Humvee passed through the Transportation Sector. It was filled with yards and warehouses. There were also several cranes lying here and there throughout the sector.

Abraham also noticed the rail station and a railway, citing the possibility of a railroad encompassing the entirety of the island in the future.

He smiled while watching the beautiful scenery of the modern world.

At any rate, he continued listening to the explanation of the lieutenant commander.

"Finally, the Defense Sector. This place is exclusively used by military personnel. It is equipped with a radar station, a runway, and dozens of defensive fortifications of the Anti-Air, Anti-Surface, and Anti-Submarine classifications."

With that, Morgen concluded his introduction of the Port of Dawn. Abraham nodded in understanding as a sign of comprehension of the port\'s structure.

Although the port was at its basic level, it was a formidable military base. It made him wonder what the port would look like in its second or third level.

The Humvee soon arrived at their destination which was the branch office of the port. It was where logistics would be handled. Morgen and Abraham stepped out of the vehicle while the Humvee drove off.

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.

Inside the branch building, the lieutenant commander stopped walking and looked back at the respected Fleet Admiral. He saluted at him and announced his departure.

"Sir, I will be departing to my office for logistic handling. Your office should be on the sixth floor with your uniform ready to be worn."

"Thank you for guiding me, lieutenant commander. I\'ll get myself ready." Abraham nodded and the lieutenant commander left after ending the salute.

Abraham was left alone in the branch office\'s hall. He looked around and noticed some navy personnel in their desk jobs. It looks like emerging in the middle of nowhere has its own fair share of problems.

He couldn\'t help but relate to those who supported the navy with their aching fingers.

Anyhow, he shook his head and walked towards the elevator door. He pressed the button pointing upwards and waited for the elevator to come down.

Several seconds later, the elevator arrived on the ground floor and its metallic doors slid open. Inside were several navy personnel looking at him in shock before saluting to their highest supervisor.

"Fleet Admiral, welcome to the Port of Dawn."

"It\'s an honor, Fleet Admiral."

"Good morning, Sir."

The personnel had various introductions, to which Abraham responded with a nod. According to Systema, it was good to be a man of few words.

He must only talk when needed to, which coincided with what he desired. After all, despite wanting to change, he was an introvert in and out.

Some silence was calming for the middle-aged man.

Abraham stood in front of the navy personnel. As the elevator rose to the sixth level of the branch office, he felt the observing gazes of the navy personnel.

It made him a bit nervous, but he didn\'t let it affect him too much as he understood that his rank probably attracted attention.

When the elevator arrived on the sixth floor. Its metallic doors slid open and the Fleet Admiral stepped out of its confines. He looked back at the navy personnel behind him and nodded with a smile.

The navy personnel also gave their beaming smile as the elevator closed and rose from the sixth level. Abraham turned his gaze forward and was met with a long hallway.

He walked through it with silent steps. He observed the paintings and pictures plastered upon its walls. After some time, he arrived at his destination which was a wooden double door.

Abraham held its cold silver knob tightly and slowly turned it open. As he heard a clicking sound, he pushed forward and entered his office.

"Classy." He remarked while stepping into his office. It was clad with traditional luxury, which meant that it was filled with antiques. From a painting depicting some naval war to a bookshelf filled with old maintained books.

It resembled the office of a mafia\'s godfather.

Although the office was too classy with its dark wooden ornate and ivory walls filled with marble, he liked its depiction of luxury. It made him feel a bit bossier than before.

After locking the door to his office, Abraham walked towards the dark-brown wooden wardrobe near the bookshelf. He opened it with both of his arms and saw his naval uniform inside.

It was a double-breasted bridge coat colored in dark blue with six golden buttons. Above it was his breast insignia with its five-star signature. Beside the bridge coat were his dark blue suit trousers, and on his trousers was an ivory officer peak cap.

The uniform appeared to be tailored for him, which gave him some feeling of appreciation. At the very least, he wouldn\'t wear clothing that was too loose for him.

Carefully taking out his uniform, Abraham began to wear them. As he wore the uniform one after another, he ended his session after placing the ivory officer peak cap on his head.

He glanced at the mirror in the wardrobe and couldn\'t help but be enamored by his appearance.

\'As expected, wearing drippy clothes does enhance one\'s appearance.\' Abraham carefully thought while examining his figure.

\'It looks like I\'ll have to train myself.\' His arms appeared to be flimsy, which was the reality. Although, he felt a bit revitalized for some reason. He was still weaker than an average high school student.

After entertaining the idea of training, he sat on his office chair and looked at the luxurious wooden table filled with various things.

There was also his extravagant nameplate on the side of the table, which seemed expensive.

\'This port must be rich, or am I some corrupt middle-aged man?\' Abraham thought and chuckled in his mind before becoming serious.

"I have to start my plans and let this port grow." He understood that his personal strength was lesser than none. His survival was tied to the port and its naval capacity and force.

So, if he desired to survive in this new world, he must make his naval force stronger than anything else.

With this thought process in mind, Abraham decided to question the existence of one thing.

"Systema, does the status display exist in the system?"

The legendary status display was the most integral part of the system. It was practically the most iconic thing one could correlate to a system.

Following his question, the usual mechanical bell chimed in his head.

*Ding!*

| It does exist, Fleet Admiral. |

| Would you like to open it? |

| If so, say or think of the word Status. |

With Systema\'s instructions, Abraham took a deep breath and uttered the legendary system word.

"Status."

―――

| Naval Gacha System |

●| Bases |

➤| Port of Dawn(Level 0) |

●| Gacha |

➤| Random Naval Spin(1,000 NP) |

●| Store |

➤| None |

-| Naval Points: (0) |-

―――

Out of nowhere, a digital screen materialized before his eyes. Inside it was information about his current circumstances. Or in other words, his status.

"Hmm… Random Naval Spin must be the gacha, and the Naval Points should be the currency of the system. I only have one base, but it implies I can have numerous bases under my command."

The information on the status screen was a piece of good news for Abraham. It made his sudden conjectures throughout the day have some weight.

"To get the NP I need to activate the gacha. I must accomplish Naval Tasks for its rewards." Abraham placed his finger below his chin and carefully thought about it.

"But how do I get Naval Tasks? Is there something I need?" His question was answered with the following mechanical ring.

*Ding!*

| Naval Tasks will be assigned when the Fleet Admiral has a ship to utilize. It would also depend on the ship\'s classification. A cargo ship will receive a naval task of trade while warships will operate in maritime security. |

Through Systema\'s explanation, Abraham understood that his Naval Tasks would depend on his ships. But it also made him hope to get a warship.

After all, he hadn\'t established supply or trading routes for cargo ships to use.

Who knows… There might be sea monsters and pirates lurking in the high seas.

"I\'m feeling lucky today, so I guess it\'s time." Abraham clenched his fist with determination. He didn\'t care what kind of warship he got. As long as it was a warship, it was enough for the Fleet Admiral.

"Use the Random Naval Spin Coupon, Systema." Succeeding his words was the bell of Systema.

*Ding!*

| Random Naval Spin Selected! |

| Triggering Spin… |

Abraham was watching an arrow on a wheel rapidly spinning upon hundreds of names. He prayed for the RNG God to aid him in his venture into the realms of Gacha.

| Revolution Terminating in 5…4…3…2…1… |

Luckily for the middle-aged man, the RNG God answered with a smile.

| Congratulations, Fleet Admiral! You have received (Arleigh Burke-Class Flight III Destroyer)! |