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

In the new world teeming with fantasy and magic, importance didn't merely originate from one's authority over everyone else, but also their strength, their personal power. With enough power, authority, wealth, and fame comes along with it.

The fleet admiral of the United Navy had authority over his naval organization, with the wealth of knowledge and the technology it contains, and the fame that comes from the admiration his personnel had towards him. However... His personal power was far from it.

*BAM!*

Somewhere in the northern plateau of the island of Crescere, Abraham stood alone in the mountainous terrain while the cold breeze of wind ruffled his dark hair. The spark of morning glowed behind his back as the golden sun rose in the boundless lines of the eastern horizon.

In front of him was a rock wall with a couple of cracks scattered throughout it. He took a deep breath and clenched his fist wrapped in bandages, determined to become stronger than ever before. As long as he had strength, he wouldn't hold back the United Navy.

Without any further hesitation, Abraham threw a punch towards the rock wall. His knuckle pierced through the air and impacted the rough wall in front of him. What followed was an echo along with a slight gust of wind.

*BAM!*

Pain resounded throughout his body as his hand ached from what had recently occurred. Nevertheless, he maintained his calm and didn't have an ounce of hesitation. Once again he punched the rock wall with great tenacity.

*BAM!*

The reason why he was practicing such a grueling training was simple.

*BAM!*

It was because of Systema's suggestion in becoming stronger. According to his precious partner, as long as he completed the most grueling training he had ever done or even thought of. He would be given an ability from the Random Personal-Power Spin.

*BAM!*

And like the poor fleet admiral that he was. He accepted the training, wanting to gain even greater not through the technologies of the United navy. But through his own body.

*BAM!*

Abraham's eyebrows furrowed after punching the rock wall in front of him. Pain was aching throughout his body, screaming at his mind to stop whatever he was doing. His knuckles was beginning to break and bleed from the training. However...

*BAM!*

He continued.

To control his pain and make sure that his heartrate remained calm. Thoughts clouded his mind, most were about the growth of the United Navy. His naval organization had become larger than ever before. Their magical technology was also growing.

It wouldn't take long before such new technologies could be applied in the vast expanse of the United Navy. When that happens. They would be unstoppable to the new world before them.

*BAM!*

But he mustn't remain weak while the United Navy grows. He also couldn't keep relying in his lover for assistance against enemies. Once was already enough. He didn't have the desire to be the princess or the damsel in distress of their lives.

*BAM!*

'You must become stronger, Abraham!' He screamed inside his pain while cracks resounded inside his body. Some of his bones just broke, and it was extremely painful. Though, he continued, not wanting to stop. He had already done so far since starting in midnight.

*BAM!*

The grueling challenge that Systema had given to Abraham was punching the rock wall for a hundred thousand times in one try. Now that he had began, he mustn't stop or else he would lose the ability that Systema could give him.

*BAM!*

'Systema... How much do I have to go?' Abraham asked inside his mind, tricking himself to remain calm. It didn't take long before a mechanical bell rang inside his mind followed by her usual monotone voice.

*Ding!*

| The Fleet Admiral has punched the wall 10,486 times. |

| 89,514 Punches remain... |

*BAM!*

Hearing the monotone response of Systema didn't challenge Abraham's heart. He merely raised his eyebrows and clenched his fist, continuing in whatever he was doing. With each following punch, pieces of bones shatter inside his knuckles. But the thought of stopping never came in his mind.

*BAM!*

Most would have stopped when the first bone broke, however he had the perk of recovery inside his body. Laplace's dragon blood coursing inside his veins also amplified his recovery perk to a much higher level, making his healing visible in the naked eyes.

*BAM!*

The cons of such an extraordinary power was that he could still feel pain. Even if he could recover from the most nefarious injuries, he would remember the pain of keeping them until the end of his lifetime. If it ever ends...

*BAM!*

'I still have a long way to go.' The edges of his lips rose, which made him wonder if he had become mad from the pain echoing throughout his body. It made him wonder whether his recovery perk could heal his mind from breaking apart. If not, well, things could become ugly later.

*BAM!*

However, that was for the future him to handle. The present could only keep punching at the rock wall before him. After all, that was the goal he had determined to tackle with his life. Its consequences be damned for destiny.

*BAM!*

'But completing this in one singly try...' Abraham couldn't help but quietly complained as a hundred thousand punches on a rock wall in a single attempt was nothing short of crazy. Perhaps even beyond it. Though, it might be that he was the crazy one for even attempting it.

*BAM!*

'I need power! I can't hesitate now that the opportunity is in front of me!' He roared at himself for even having an ounce of hesitation and threw another punch forward in anger.

*BAM!*

The rock wall lightly trembled, but it soon remained firmed before the fleet admiral of the United Navy, as though stating the insignificance of the naval organization before nature.

*BAM!*

"I won't stop until I throw you the hundred thousandth punch!" Abraham began slowly increasing his pace in throwing punches at the rock wall in front of him. It slowly turned rapid, while he remained uncaring of the increasing pain.

*BAM!* *BAM!* *BAM!* *BAM!* *BAM!*

...

A few days later.

In the defense sector of the Port of Dawn, Charlotte calmly walked through the hallway with a cold expression on her face. The hallway she was treading through led to the office of the problem dragon. Usually, she wouldn't even bother visiting the troublesome Laplace.

But a problem had occurred on her side, requiring the help of the problem dragon due to its potential seriousness.

It didn't take long before she arrived at the front door of the dragon's office. Though, she couldn't knock on the door as the voice of the dragoness already called her into the office.

"Charlotte, what do you need?" Hearing the questioning words of the dragoness, Charlotte sighed since the dragon's powerful physique made her an unexpected fellow. The problem dragon was someone she couldn't consider as a human of some sort.

However, it wasn't like the dragon was pretending to be a human, to begin with.

As Charlotte opened the door, she saw the usual smirk of the dragoness, making her sigh even further. She pressed her forehead, calming herself down from the whatever rage that burned inside her heart.

"You don't look good, did something bad happen?" Laplace maintained her teasing smile as though the Charlotte having problems soothe her heart. "Does my suffering satisfy you that much, Laplace?" Charlotte questioned, but soon shook her head.

She needed to take care of the problem as fast as possible.

With this in mind, she stepped forward and asked the silver-haired dragoness for help. "Never mind that... At any rate, I need your help, Laplace. The fleet admiral has disappeared for two days now. It's almost sunset, and the third day is about to start. Everyone is worried about him."

For the safety of the fleet admiral, Charlotte was willing to let go of her pride and ask for the help of the dragoness. After all, it was the fleet admiral she was talking about. He was the pillar of the United Navy, so his disappearance didn't go unnoticed.

Laplace's smile disappeared after hearing the words of Charlotte as if remembering something unpleasant. A serious expression formed on her face as she closed her eyelids, searching for someone throughout the island of Crescere.

There was nothing she could hear about the fleet admiral, making her tense up.

Beforehand, Laplace remembered Abraham telling her that he was about to train himself somewhere in the island of Crescere. He had specifically told her to not look out for him as to not disturb his training. She didn't think of it as much, but remembering his hunger for power...

Perhaps, she had underestimated him.

"I can't hear him." Laplace muttered under her breath and thought about the places where he could train himself. After a short while, she glanced at Charlotte and held the vice admiral's hand. "We need to find him as fast as possible!" Laplace uttered and casted a teleporting spell.

The first location she planned to investigate was the northern plateau as it was the last time where she had noticed he was heading. Naturally, the vice admiral came with her as she might be of help as well.

As they arrived into the northern plateau, the first thing that Laplace's noticed was the scent of blood, specifically his blood. Her body tensed as she immediately ran off to find where it came from. Charlotte was left behind, but seeing the problem dragon's reactions made her worrisome.

She gazed at the direction where the dragoness was headed and followed.

It wouldn't take long before they would see the results of the Fleet Admiral Training.