The Naval Base of the Unnamed Ship Girls

Unspeakable Ship Girl's Naval Base Author: liuyuxi

Summary:

When a group of elves who should not have appeared in this world arrived here due to a mistake, everything began to deteriorate.

Hyperion: "Who is calling for the fleet?"

Autumn Wind's Mound: "You are now surrounded."

Divine Envoy Level: "Divine grace is as vast as the sea, divine might as deep as a prison."

Noah's Ark: "The one upstairs is a false god."

A certain fortress temple: "Heh heh."

Protagonist: "I'm not targeting anyone in particular, I'm saying all of you ships here are trash."

☆, Chapter One: The Prologue to Collapse

"Oh no! The admiral is going to build another massive project! Stop her! Otherwise, we'll be eating potatoes all year round!!"

In a garrison town where the house was new, the paint was fresh, and the tables and chairs were brand new and shiny, a weak voice came out.

"Go for it! What do you mean the Admiral is going to build another large number of ships?! I only have one initial ship like you so far!" A female voice, which was countless times more fierce than the weak voice, complained in an extremely annoyed tone.

"Huh, it seems that's really the case." The little girl, known for her courage, paused for a moment, then took out a picture book titled "Ninety-Nine Basic Things Every Ship Girl Should Know" from her ship equipment space, flipped through it a couple of times, and muttered to herself:

"Shouldn't ship girls cry, make a scene, and threaten suicide to stop the admiral's extravagant spending when he wants to do a big construction project?"

"We need to have something to lose! We've just arrived at this garrison, and besides the initial resources that have already been skimmed off, are you really going to let Kokang be the only one responsible for patrol and combat missions?"

The admiral, who was far superior in both height and physique to Kogan, knew that it was impossible for a human like Cricket to defeat a ship girl, a creature with cheat-like abilities, in hand-to-hand combat. He could only helplessly pinch his brow, which was turning into a deep frown, as Kogan was still blocking the entrance to the construction room and refusing to let anyone in.

"Although I am happy to be addressed by the Admiral as a person, I still hope that you can address me in the correct way."

Guo Gan, somewhat embarrassed, put the book he had bought from some street stall into his ship equipment space and covered his cheeks with both hands.

As a ship girl, it's natural to accept being called a ship, a single ship, or even a whole ship. But being called a single or a head is just as unpleasant as a human being hearing someone describe her as a single or a head.

"...What exactly is the Russian ship thinking..." The admiral, who was blocked outside the door, covered his forehead as he spoke.

Finally, after much persuasion from the admiral, Kokang was granted permission to build the facility in exchange for a bottle of fuel vodka.

If we were to disregard the Kokang people who are so captivated by vodka that they can't look away, that would be considered permissible.

Seeing his initial ship, Gogan, hugging Vodka and humming a song he couldn't understand, the admiral helplessly entered the minimum amount of materials needed for construction into the construction machine in the construction room.

It's just the most basic normal construction with 30 base resources. Gambling on ships is a common problem for admirals. Even she, who was always excellent in her studies and was assigned an initial ship to become a naval base admiral after graduation, is no exception. You should know that only a small number of top students among the admirals who graduate from the admiral academy each year are qualified to open their own bases. The rest have to work for the old admirals.

Unfortunately, even if you want to build a large-scale base to test your lineage, it's not feasible in a new naval base with only 500 total resources. After all, you can't cook without rice.

On the other hand, those guys with poor grades who could only work as assistants to the old admirals after graduation had the opportunity to build a ship on a large scale. Those old admirals had resources and blueprints, and if they had good relationships and used some underhanded tactics, they wouldn't have to worry about not being able to gamble on ships.

"Forget it, forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore." The admiral, who could release a doujinshi if he kept thinking about it, rubbed his face to interrupt his thoughts. Seeing the prompt on the builder that the resources had been allocated, he hesitated for a moment before placing his hand on the start of construction button.

Although pedigree is not usually checked during construction, this is still the first construction since the admiral took office. No matter what new ship girl is created, it is still worth commemorating for a woman whose emotional thinking outweighs her rational thinking.

"I hope they release a destroyer, so Kokang can have a companion. I just hope it's not a German or Japanese ship." Fighting over bloodlines is a basic attribute of ship girls. It's a tradition that any naval base with two ship girls, Hood and Bismarck, can hardly have a peaceful day.

Just as the admiral finally made up his mind to press the start button for construction, at the edge of the solar system, tens of thousands of kilometers away from the planet where this garrison was located, a crack suddenly appeared in an eternally silent void. Then, as if it had indigestion, the crack spat out a phantom that could not be observed with the naked eye.

"Huh, didn't I die?" "What's death?" "Did I time travel?" "Wait, what's time travel?" "Wait, what's 'wait'?" "What's 'is'?" "What is 'thing'?" "What is 'thing'?"

The pure thought waveform that has lost its physical body as a carrier of thought, also known as the soul, cannot restrain its divergent thinking without training. This is why most ghosts in urban legends are vengeful spirits.

It's not that they don't want to be normal, it's just that it's too difficult for them to be normal.

If there were no other factors, this weak soul, which had just been accidentally transported to this world, would have soon been annihilated in the dangerous void of the universe. But right behind it, the rift that had just been spat out suddenly expanded into a huge vortex.

Then, phantom images of all kinds of ships rushed out from within. These phantom images ranged from small, ordinary wooden sailboats to massive, overwhelming spaceships. They suddenly filled the entire void in a way that was invisible to the naked eye, and then, as if attracted by something, they rushed one after another towards the distant planet that was a mix of blue and black.

So the soul that was almost annihilated in its divergent thinking was struck by a spindle-shaped warship, and without any resistance, it was absorbed into it and rushed out at a speed that defied the definition of the universe.

This scene seemed to take a while, but in reality, from the moment the soul was spat out of the rift to the moment it was forcibly closed by a quietly arriving force, it was only a brief instant. In terms of the relative time on that planet, it was probably less than a nanosecond.

Many of the ship phantoms were locked before they could even emerge from the rift, while the remaining lucky ship phantoms were gently brushed aside by the force that sealed the rift.

It's like getting your visa stamped after passing through customs.

The lost soul, now stamped with the mark, suddenly awoke, but before it could react, it saw a blue-black planet growing larger and larger before its eyes. Before it could let out a proper scream (do souls scream? Banshees wail?), it plunged into a small island on the blue side of the planet.

The soul, still adjusting to the darkness, heard a scream that sounded almost like a banshee's wail (if it had ever heard it before), and the sound that came from that scream:

"What the hell is this?!"

☆, Chapter Two: The Admiral is a lucky player who gets a large ship with 3333 drops.

When the admiral presses the start construction button on the naval base ship girl builder, the timer next to the button shows that most of the ships within half an hour are destroyers, but there is also the possibility of a submarine that is just lucky.

The construction time for ships exceeding one hour is calculated based on the displacement and caliber of the ship prototypes. From low to high, there are light cruisers, heavy cruisers, light carriers, jellyfish, carriers, battleships, and even some strange ones like supply ships, work ships, medical ships, and carrier battle ships. The construction time also follows the world axiom that the larger the ship, the longer the construction time.

This is based on the construction experience of countless European, American, Asian, and non-European ship girls over many years. There are records of when and what type of ship girl will be released.

Unfortunately, looking at the numbers on the timer of his naval base construction device that kept going crazy and acting strangely, the admiral felt that the "Key Points for Summoning Ship Girls" book in his hand was useless.

"Has something gone wrong?" Staring at the endless, bizarrely increasing numbers, the admiral pinched his brow again, took a deep breath, and roared, "Courageous!!!"

"..." No one responded.

"Courageous?"

"..." Still no one responded.

Knowing that the initial ship was probably drunk again, the admiral rushed out of the construction workshop and onto the sofa in the admiral's office. Amidst the mess of empty bottles, he grabbed the ear of the brave man who was holding a half-empty bottle of fuel vodka with potato bits still on his lips and yelled, "Weren't you playing with the construction tool last night?"

Destroyer-class ship girls are mostly the size of elementary school students due to their displacement and model. Because of their size, these elementary school students also have a kind of mischievous child attribute.

Furthermore, given that there are only two people in this garrison, namely himself and Kokang, each on their own ship, the admiral naturally suspected Kokang when the construction equipment malfunctioned.

"Admiral, I can still drink, I'll just eat a potato and rest for a while." Kogan, who was drunk and in a daze because he had drunk too much, only swung around a few times when he was being pulled into the air by the ear, and said in a daze.

It's quite remarkable that he was able to hold that bottle of vodka, which was almost half full, steadily in his hand.

"Rest my ass! Our naval base is facing a serious crisis!"

The admiral dared not imagine the serious consequences if the construction equipment broke down. Even though his naval base was in a less dangerous area, it was still one of the front lines. Who knew when the governor's office would receive the report and bring in a new construction equipment? If they relied on Kokang alone for such a long time, they would be doomed.

Fortunately, this wasn't the first time the admiral had encountered his initial ship girl being drunk. He threw Kogan on the ground like trash, then picked up a speed-boosting repair fluid from the corner of his office and poured it directly onto the intoxicated Russian destroyer.

Without the help of a repair channel, the repair solution is barely effective, but it's absolutely top-notch in terms of its hangover-reducing properties.

Kogan, who was in a near-death state due to excessive drinking, sobered up almost instantly.

"Is the borscht ready, Admiral?"

"Bornet soup?" Kogan's words surprised the admiral for a moment, but unfortunately, this unintentional banter did not surprise him for long. Kogan immediately experienced the eleventh of the Ten Cruelest Tortures of the Qing Dynasty, which was used by countless parents and teachers to discipline naughty children: "ear-pulling".

"Waaaah, Kokang didn't touch the construction equipment, not a single thing!" Kokang cried as he explained, his ears still ringing from the historically-inspired explanation.

"Really not?" the admiral asked again.

"Really not! The book says that apart from the admiral and the secretary ship, other ship girls are not allowed to enter." Guogan said, rubbing her eyes, which had been crying for a long time without shedding a single tear.

"What book says that?" The admiral was puzzled that there was a book that would record such a thing.

"It's in this book," Guo Gan said, pulling a book out of his ship's storage space and holding it up.

The admiral carefully examined the blood-red title on the book cover, "On Leaving Africa and Entering Europe," seemingly sensing the intense resentment emanating from it. He snatched the book from Kogan's hand and tossed it into the office trash can, saying:

"I'll buy less of this kind of rubbish books in the future!"

"Yes, Admiral." For ship girls who consider obeying orders their duty, the Admiral's orders are absolutely inviolable. Kogan only dared to glance at the books classified as combustible waste out of the corner of her eye and mourn her own allowance.

"Strange, if you didn't touch it, Kogan, then why did the construction device break down?" The admiral, arms crossed and cleavage exposed, asked in confusion in front of Kogan.

"Huh? Admiral, Admiral, is the construction equipment broken?" Kogan, unaware of the seriousness of the problem, glanced at the construction room diagonally opposite the Admiral's office.

"Yeah, I don't know what happened..." Before the admiral could finish speaking, a loud "boom" came from the construction site.

When the admiral recovered from the ringing and vibrations caused by the explosion, he saw his initial ship girl, Kogan, bravely throwing herself to the ground as if she was determined to protect him to the death.

Unfortunately, compared to the admiral's towering height, which is considered quite tall regardless of gender among human beings, the short and stocky elementary school student Kogan looks more like he's throwing himself on the admiral for protection.

"It seems to be completely ruined." Knowing that his construction equipment was beyond saving, the admiral pushed Kogan aside, stood up, and said helplessly.

How should I report this to the Governor's Office? The Admiral thought with a headache. As for what others thought about this matter, the Admiral had no interest in caring anymore.

It's nothing more than the new admiral messing up the construction machine on his first day in office. Is it the admiral's fault or the new admiral's?

A rookie admiral, under the intense watchful eye of the deep-sea fleet, led his only destroyer to hold out for several days, but in the end, running out of ammunition and supplies, he sank with the naval base, all because he messed up the construction system on his first day in office.

In short, breaking the builder on his first day in office is definitely an indelible stain on his resume.

"Admiral, Admiral, Kogan sensed it, sensed it!" Kogan's voice brought the admiral back to reality from his reverie.

"What did you sense?" the admiral asked curiously.

"I can feel it! A big sister has been summoned by the Admiral! It's definitely a battleship, no, this feeling is much stronger than a battleship sister." Guogan, who had been pushed aside, looked at the construction room, which was still emitting steam due to the explosion, with shining eyes.

"Big sister? Did you create it?" Ignoring how he created the "big sister" attribute that Kogan mentioned using 3333 basic materials, the admiral grabbed Kogan's hand and rushed into the construction room.

The first thing that catches the eye is the construction tool, which looks completely unusable no matter how you look at it.

But it was clear that the Admiral and Kokang, one person and one ship, were not drawn to the shattered construction equipment scattered all over the ground.

As the fog from the collapse of the construction device gradually dissipated, a slender woman, several inches taller than the admiral, stood quietly in the room. Her pure gold and blue-painted helmet-like or back ornament made her appear even taller, and her long, jet-black hair reached her knees.

The arm guards, each a different color, were engraved with patterns from another world, and the body was adorned with armor made of materials completely foreign to this world, emitting a pale blue glow.

If you disregard the undisguised bewilderment in his blue eyes, just standing there exudes an air of superiority, as if he can regard all things in the world as ants.

"That height! That build! That physique! It's definitely true, it can't be!!"

Unaware that the woman's attire differed from that of ordinary ship girls, and oblivious to the utterly bewildered look in her eyes, the admiral, after thoroughly scrutinizing the ship girl from head to toe, muttered to himself before rushing back to his office like a madman, shouting:

"3333, a giant ship has appeared! I am the legendary lucky one! I must let those little brats know that the phone is right here, the phone is right here, the phone is right here, oh, here it is, hello, is this the Governor's Office? This is the Governor's Office No. 666, please transfer to the Governor's Office No. 233, thank you."

Only the older sister and the elementary school student, who had come to their senses, were left staring at each other in the construction room.

Chapter 3 My Name is the Spear of Adun