Elder brother's garrison

"Tirpitz and Bismarck, aren't you in the same room?"

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"Oh, I see. Bismarck, may I sleep at your place tonight?" Little White asked softly.

Bismarck blinked and nodded.

"Thank you, Bismarck," Little White said with a smile.

Bismarck lifted her shopping basket, indicating that she was going to buy groceries, and then walked out of the gate of the yard.

During this time, Bismarck and Little White have become more and more in sync. Little White knows what Bismarck is going to say with just a glance.

That night.

When Saratoga and Tirpitz, as usual, secretly pushed open the door to the little white house, the little white man's bed was neatly made, with only a life-sized pillow with the words "Little White" on it.

Saratoga and Tirpitz, two ship girls addicted to the internet, exchanged a glance.

Amidst emptiness and loneliness.

They looked at each other speechlessly, only tears streaming down their faces.

Meanwhile, Little White, who had committed such a cruel act, was completely unaware that he was lying in Bismarck's arms, drifting into a sweet dream in the warm embrace of his elder.

Amidst the warm fragrance and soft touch of her body, Xiaobai revealed a blissful smile.

Bismarck is still the best.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

On the vast grassland.

York, wielding a red and a blue longsword, stood forlorn in the wind.

Bai Jiahei, clutching his short staff, munched on a chicken leg while waiting for his teammates to log on.

"The big boss and Dog Hair should be online by now."

"Hmm. What are we playing today?"

"Let's finish the daily tasks first, and then go explore the new content."

"Oh."

The two teammates sat on the grassland, waiting silently.

Time passed minute by minute.

"—They were so slow today."

"correct."

"Gone?"

"Who knows."

They chatted idly, the grassland quiet and peaceful.

Faintly, rumbling thunder could be heard from the sky.

York, the dual-wielding berserker, seemed to sense something and looked up at the sky.

The clear sky was now somewhat overcast.

York was stunned for a moment, then his expression changed drastically.

Suddenly, a huge black cat's paw descended from the sky, stomping down hard towards York with a thunderous roar. York didn't even have time to utter a sound before the paw crushed him into the ground.

With his health bar emptied, York vanished in a flash of white light.

Bai Jiahei, who was gnawing on a chicken leg, was stunned and shouted "Holy crap!" as he looked up.

Only then did they see that on the once sunny grassland, a black cat several times larger than a mountain peak had appeared out of nowhere.

The huge cat paw rested on the ground like a pillar reaching to the sky, its black fur neat and smooth.

And any one of them is thicker and bigger than a whole person.

Bai Jiahei stared with his mouth open, looking up at the sky.

The black cat peered through the clouds, looking down at the white and black creature.

His eyes were bloodshot, and his expression was serious.

It opened its mouth, revealing its white fangs.

"Meow"

Amidst the rumbling thunder, the black cat uttered a voice devoid of emotion.

"oops!"

There was a pop.

York screamed in his sleep, tumbled off the bed, and fell to the floor.

The world is spinning.

York's head was pressed against the floor. In his field of vision, he saw the layout of the room in the real world, his two white legs sticking out in mid-air, and his two snow-white little feet.

York blinked, and his ten pearl-like toes instinctively twitched.

His eyes, though slightly sleepy, held a deep sense of confusion.

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York remained upside down on the floor, his legs dangling in the air for a moment before finally collapsing weakly back onto the bed with a thud.

York rolled over, straightened his back, and rolled back onto the bed from the floor.

York rubbed his neck, feeling a bit uncomfortable from the impact with the ground. He looked down, somewhat bewildered, staring at the moonlight streaming through the cracks in the window onto the sheets.

It's still very late.

York let out a sigh of relief and shook his head.

Ever since her day trip to the mysterious sea a week ago, she's been having these kinds of dreams. She often dreams that she arrives at a strange, vast grassland and teams up with several outgoing companions like adventurers in a fantasy novel, playing games, fighting monsters, completing dungeons, doing quests, getting loot, clearing achievements, and collecting mounts—she's having a blast.

Dreams are illusions; usually, once the dreamer wakes up, the memory of the dream becomes hazy and blurred until it disappears completely. However, York's dream of the grasslands was incredibly real and incredibly clear.

Even after waking up, even after a whole day and night had passed, she remembered everything she did on the grassland: the berserk, exhilarating feeling of wielding a longsword, the exhilarating power she unleashed on the monster, and even the playful banter among her teammates.

Every feeling was so real that York was captivated and enthralled by it.

Moreover, this dream was like a TV series.

York was initially worried that such a wonderful dream would be gone after waking up, which would be a pity. However, it seems that these past few days, as soon as York falls asleep, he returns to that grassland.

It's time to grind monsters, it's time to fight.

He was as punctual as a teenager addicted to the internet who rushes from the school gate to the internet cafe during lunch break.

It's unclear whether it's because she keeps having that dream about the grasslands, but York's strength has been increasing rapidly lately. Even though she's always inseparable from Glorious and the others, York's training level is always improving several times faster than theirs, and she's even made significant progress in combat experience.

Most importantly, York has gradually become able to actively enter that strange state of being feverish all over in real life.

Thanks to this ability, York can enjoy a period of unstoppable power whenever the team encounters high-level deep-sea enemies.

However, unlike activating berserk skills in dreams, in the real world, once you enter that state of being able to hold off an entire enemy ship, you lose all rationality. You won't come to your senses until you've beaten down every enemy in sight. And after exiting that state, you'll feel a sense of emptiness in your body, as if you've burned out completely, and you'll be exhausted for a whole day.

Regarding York's situation, Glorious and her other ship girl sisters discussed it for a long time, but in the end they did not come to a reliable conclusion. They only gave a vague reply that "York may have learned a skill."

Ship girls have all sorts of strange skills, and there are always a few that are completely unreasonable.

Maybe it really is a skill.

After all, this kind of extremely unscientific, unparalleled combat power, which would make scientists like Newton turn in their graves, cannot be explained by current technology. It can only be explained by the skills of ship girls.

Perhaps that dream was a side effect of the skill, which could improve one's combat power and allow one to gradually master the trick of activating the Musou buff.

—More importantly, it's incredibly fun, let me tell you.

If York hadn't understood that this was just her dream and no one else could interfere, she would have spared no expense in promoting this fantastical game to her friends.

A ship, in its lifetime, will always encounter many interesting people and experience many partings and reunions. Some people, even if they only meet once, will have their fate ended in this lifetime. York is a ship with a story; her young heart has been hurt, and she doesn't like to drink, so she can't drown her sorrows in alcohol. Therefore, she desperately needs this kind of affordable entertainment to distract herself.

Playing games together can relieve all your worries.

There's no sad thing that can't be solved by playing a game with teammates who are there to lend a helping hand and carry you. If there is, then just play another all night.

"But... this is the first time I've ever had a dream where I woke up halfway through." York muttered to herself, sitting cross-legged on the bed. She patted her neck, then pulled up the blanket and quickly crawled back under the covers. "...Speaking of that cat paw... oh well, it's just a dream anyway, it doesn't make any sense. I'll just go to sleep."

York closed his eyes, waiting for sleep to bring his consciousness back to the vast grasslands.

York was fast asleep.

Darkness descended, consciousness became a chaotic blur, and time seemed to lose its meaning at this moment. Only bursts of colorful brilliance flickered faintly before York's eyes.

Turn back time.

York felt as if he had returned to that mysterious sea once again.

In the distance, someone who looked exactly like her was standing with Glorious and the others, laughing and joking as they walked further and further away.

York wanted to rush over, but on the gloomy, dark sea, thick black water surged up layer by layer, constantly sticking to her body. The black seawater transformed into giant hands, pinching her ankles, pulling her arms, and dragging York's entire body relentlessly towards the seabed.

York struggled, but could not resist the pull. She watched helplessly as her body sank deeper and deeper into the sea. She opened her mouth to call for help, but the viscous seawater poured into her mouth and nose like glue. York struggled and struggled, the fear of suffocation piercing her body like needles. Finally, exhausted, York could only let her body fall into the sea. In the deepening darkness and the muffled gurgling of the water, she stared blankly as the surface of the sea above receded further and further away from her.

It was as far away as the sky itself.

Endless darkness swallowed him up.

A dazzling array of colors then lit up York's eyes.

The seawater melted away around York like ice and snow touching fire.

In the light, a warm little hand reached out and pulled York's sinking body back up.

In a hazy state, York saw scattered black hair all around him, thousands of strands of black hair transforming into flowering vines, binding his body and pulling him upwards, leaving the viscous black water and leaping out of the dark ocean.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"Wow!!!" York shouted, jumping up from the bed in a flash.

As soon as York sat up, he felt a thud on his forehead. A cry of "Ouch!" rang out in front of him, and with a thud, a young woman lay on the ground, clutching her forehead and trembling.

York was startled and quickly climbed to the edge of the bed to look at the floor.

"Ah?! Glorious sister... I... I'm sorry, did I bump into you again?" York quickly apologized to the ship girl on the ground.

Glory, lying on the ground, clutched his forehead, his body trembling and convulsing: "York..."

"...Sis, what's up?"

"I've always treated you well... I was just waking you up, why do you keep hurting me like this!"

"Sis! Sis, let me explain! I..."

"Let's fight! Don't think that just because you've gotten stronger now, I won't dare to beat you up! Today, we'll settle both our old and new scores! Prepare to die!"

"Have mercy!!!"

With a roar, Glory leaped up from the ground and pounced on York's bed like a tiger. The two immediately began to wrestle, rolling around on the bed, then off the bed, then to the door, bumping into a cabinet and an overturned chair, causing pots and pans to clatter and fall to the ground.

York, who was in the wrong and had not dared to fight back, was defeated in the battle.

Afterwards, York, looking exhausted, flushed and panting, lay on the bed, his clothes disheveled, his skin glistening with sweat, and his pants had been pulled down halfway, revealing a delicate red handprint on the exposed half of his snow-white buttocks.

"I've tidied up the house. York, remember to change your clothes and come out for dinner after you've rested. If you're late, all that'll be left is spicy strips and toast."

A glorious voice rang out at the door, followed by two creaks as the door to York's room closed.

After Glorious left, York turned over, hugged his pillow with a resentful look, pouted, and kept muttering bad things about Glorious.

"Stingy. A sucker for saving face. A repressed pervert."

York sat up in bed, tidied her slightly disheveled hair, and sighed.

I didn't mean to, I just had a nightmare this time, so my reaction when I woke up was a little overreacted.

That nightmare was really unlucky.

As expected, what you think about during the day, you dream about at night. Although York wasn't particularly afraid of what happened in the mysterious sea, it still left him with quite a few unhappy memories. The content of this nightmare was somewhat related to that place.

Oh well, nightmares are mostly just things that people create for themselves. If you just ignore them, you'll forget about them soon.

York felt relieved. As she reached out to tidy her messy hair, she grumbled and muttered about the glorious acts of violence.