The Naval Base of the Unnamed Ship Girls

A basic technique for using psionic energy, similar to the one used by the Protoss before the Kedarin Crystal synchronized the psionic energy of the entire Protoss race to form the Light of Khala, was already well-practiced by them.

The advantage of virtual reality, which is derived directly from the worldview and values ​​of each ship girl's soul, is that it is very realistic. After all, every ship girl with ship equipment also has the memories of those steel behemoths at sea from hundreds of years ago.

Although a small group of people believe that ship girls are ship girls and warships are warships, the vast majority of local residents equate ship girls with those warships, and the ship girls themselves think so too.

Under the influence of the world's power, even ordinary people who were originally just people with potential can, after inheriting ship equipment, possess superhuman physiques and... weight, or rather, displacement (if they want to show off their weight).

Similarly, what if other ship girls with different worldviews also participated in the real virtual world that inherited the memories of these war machines?

The world itself will also undergo some subtle changes.

That's why Adun and Hyperion built their own dedicated virtual pod.

There's a certain idea behind it that's to avoid clashes in worldviews and create contradictions in the virtual world.

The biggest reason is that only a specially designed virtual pod can perfectly showcase one's worldview.

However, to avoid unnecessary trouble during the trial, neither Adun nor the Hyperion planned to bring their homeland's technology, at least not so early.

"Hey, Adun, what are you wearing?" Hyperion exclaimed in surprise as Adun appeared beside him amidst a dazzling starry sky.

"Clothes? Oh, so this is it." After glancing down at his attire in virtual reality, Adun said, "This is the ceremonial robes of the Supreme Arbitrator. Haven't you seen them before?"

"I've never seen anything like it before..." Hyperion really wanted to complain about Adun's cloak, which could be used as a large mop; it was just too flashy.

“This is not a cloak.” Seeing where Hyperion’s gaze was directed, Adun shook his cloak, and then the dark blue cloak transformed into a robe that covered Adun’s entire body.

However, the mop still serves a purpose, since this cloak, which doubles as a robe, is simply too large.

"I don't recall any Protoss wearing clothes like this." In Hyperion's memory, although the clothes and armor worn by the Protoss did not conform to the aesthetic standards of humans, they mostly maintained a simple and convenient style.

Hyperion had never seen anything like the clothes Adon was wearing, which were practically hindering his movement.

“Indeed, not many Protoss wear this. It’s only worn when each Supreme Arbiter takes office and leaves office.” As Adun spread her hands to indicate that Protoss rarely wear this outfit, the extra-long shoulder armor of the cloak draped over her shoulders swayed.

"Do you Protoss people also make these kinds of things that look good but are useless?" Hyperion asked, his eyes fixed on the shoulder armor that stood upright and was probably about the same height as him.

“Aren’t you humans the same?” Adun said, as he restored his clothes to normal.

“At least it’s not as exaggerated as yours, okay?” Hyperion said, glancing at his admiral’s uniform.

“It’s not that exaggerated.” Adun nodded in agreement with Hyperion’s words. Compared to the cloak that Adun had been wearing earlier, which could double as a robe and a mop, the cloak hanging from the metal shoulder guards of Hyperion’s current clothes was much smaller and was just a simple cloak.

"Let's not talk about that anymore. By the way, have you connected to that game's network yet?" Hyperion probably felt that continuing to discuss clothing would get him bogged down, so he changed the subject.

“Tirpitz is helping us download the Thunder Tank game launcher,” said Adun, who wasn’t fully immersed in the virtual world.

"Huh? This kind of cloud computing-based virtual reality game doesn't even need a client?" Hyperion was a little confused.

"It's not a client, it's a kind of... well, maybe an interaction protocol," Adun said somewhat ambiguously. The binary programming language of this world required Adun to translate and decode it to understand.

“Let me see… Oh, I see, hmm, that’s how it is, not bad, not bad,” said Hyperion, who had also had the program downloaded.

"Did you understand?" Adun asked Hyperion.

"Want me to share a copy with you? It's really fun, the game developers in this world are quite imaginative." Hyperion had clearly figured it out completely.

“Imagination?” Adun took the data code shared from Hyperion with some curiosity, glanced at it and said, “It is indeed very imaginative.”

“It seems like we could add some backdoors while playing,” Hyperion said confidently.

"Don't go too far," Adun reminded Hyperion, after all, they came to compete for the championship, not to cause trouble.

“Ahem, actually, even if we don’t win the championship, we can just sneak those things over during the awards ceremony, right?” Hyperion said after hearing Adun’s suggestion.

"Are you addicted to getting IOUs from the bank?" Adon said with a laugh when he heard Hyperion say that.

"That's called perfect planning!" Hyperion thought his idea was pretty good.

"It should be called being prepared, but it can be used as a last resort." In other words, regardless of whether the competition is won or lost, the fate of those modified cores that are the prizes has already been decided by Adun.

Hearing Adun say this, Hyperion nodded in satisfaction. However, before she could say anything about the three-year warranty of the Imperial Strategy, the universe of the virtual interactive world suddenly turned into a land filled with the smoke of war.

"Connected!" Although it was virtual reality, seeing the war-torn virtual world background, Hyperion took a deep breath as if he wanted to smell the gunpowder.

"Welcome to the world of Thunder Chariots."

Chapter 219 Old Driver Ji

"Welcome to the world of Thunder Chariots." Accompanied by the whooshing sound of exploding shells, a voice welcoming Adun and Hyperion echoed against the backdrop of a war-torn virtual world.

“It feels so real…” Ignoring the virtual, synthesized voice on the welcome screen, Adun, who hadn’t moved an inch, squatted down and grabbed a handful of the ground, feeling the realistic texture as he spoke.

"Tch, trying to intimidate me? This little cannon think it can scare me, Hyperion?" Hyperion said irritably, having been splashed with dirt by a shell that exploded at close range, caught off guard.

Because it was just a pre-set system service, Adun and Hyperion's actions did not elicit any other response from the notification sound; it simply continued as preset:

"Now entering the new player registration process." Just as the system notification ended, the roar of an engine suddenly appeared in the ears of the two starship girls.

Then a dilapidated jeep bounced across the bumpy battlefield as it approached Adun and Hyperion.

"This is a bit unbelievable." Hyperion muttered under his breath as he watched shell after shell land just short of hitting the jeep without even affecting its speed.

“You’ve done a very good job.” Ardon said, his tone unchanged, his eyes fixed on the jeep that was bouncing and hopping closer and closer like a circus act.

As the jeep pulled up in front of Adun and Hyperion with a stylish drift, a female soldier wearing a helmet and carrying a submachine gun stepped out.

The female soldier casually slung her submachine gun over her shoulder, saluted from a distance, and called out as she walked towards Adun, "Welcome to Normandy, Commander! Where are your tanks...?"

Before the female soldier, who was also programmed by the game's default settings, could finish speaking, a shell that finally hit its mark whistled and slammed into the spot where she was standing.

With a loud "boom," only a tattered steel helmet remained where the female soldier had been standing, swaying and spinning in circles.

"Ah, this really is..." Although he already knew this would happen from the hacked system, Hyperion still wiped the dirt off his face and sighed.

On the contrary, Adun, who was closer to the female soldier who was only wearing a helmet, stood there completely clean and expressionless.

"Artillery fire! Take cover!" The jeep driver had barely finished speaking when shells that had been firing at the jeep for ages without hitting it exploded one after another around Adun and Hyperion.

"Shouldn't we find a place to hide as the system has set?" Adun asked Hyperion beside him, standing amidst the smoke and fire of battle.

“You know, it’s really not very useful.” Hyperion, who was standing upright with Adun, squinted to avoid getting mud splashed into his eyes by the shells.

“Yes, indeed, actually we just need to stay still,” Adun, who was decoding the client just like Hyperion, said.

“This should be called making good use of bugs,” Hyperion nodded and said.

After decoding, Adun and Hyperion both realized that the seemingly realistic battlefield before them was just one of dozens of opening animations for registering new characters.

When facing such artillery fire, normal players would seek cover after hearing the order to take cover, and this is even more true for ship girls who are war machines themselves.

Even with a quick reaction and timely response, the system still has a 30% chance of players dying on the battlefield.

This has nothing to do with the player's experience; it's purely a system setting.

Experienced hero-class ship girls might be eliminated in several scenes after dodging all the shells, while newbies who are scared and running around might pass the test on their first try.

This setting is mainly to educate players to understand the real battlefield, and also to remind those ship girl players that in this world, they are no longer humanoid warships made of steel.

After dying in the opening animation of this scene, you will immediately be switched to another preset animation, which also features a battlefield with heavy gunfire and a 30% death rate.

However, both Adun and Hyperion, who had decoded the game client, knew that perhaps due to an oversight by the ship girls, who were programmers, when creating the scenes, the location where the player's first scene appeared was in an absolutely safe area.

As long as you don't make any rash moves, it's like being excluded from the world, and you won't trigger the so-called 30% elimination rate.

So as the sound of artillery fire gradually faded, Adun looked at the ground that had been almost plowed up and said, "Next, according to the plot, we should use the materials we have to repair that vehicle and then drive it to the logistics warehouse?"

"Let's get this straight, I'm driving!" Hyperion, who also knew the plot, went over to the jeep whose driver had been blown up somewhere, fiddled with it for a bit, and fixed it.

“Your driving skills…” Although Adon looked at Hyperion with distrust in his eyes, he still sat in the passenger seat.

"It's one thing for Adun to question my Yamato Cannon, but he even dares to question my driving skills!" After repairing the jeep, Hyperion jumped into the driver's seat, threw the driving manual originally prepared for novice players on the ground, and smoothly activated the clutch, brake, ignition, gear shift, and accelerator.

After being ravaged by artillery fire and squeezed out of its last bit of power by the Hyperion, the jeep roared and sped off.

"When have I ever questioned the power of your Yamato cannon?" Without needing a seatbelt or any support, Adon, sitting in the passenger seat, swayed with the jeep.

"I'm an experienced driver who can drive the Vulture at 300 kilometers per hour!" Clearly in a daze, Hyperion, gripping the steering wheel tightly, completely ignored Adun's words.

"Hey, do you know the route?" Ardon remembered that in the setting, although the background of each opening animation was fixed, the terrain, route, and even the two preset NPCs who were just hit by artillery fire were all randomly set.

"Route? I remember it's in the driver's guide. Ardon, you take the map and give directions!" Hyperion didn't even look up as he accelerated the jeep toward 100 kilometers per hour.

“Driving manual?” Ardon glanced back and said, “Didn’t you just throw it away?”

"Screech..." Accompanied by the ear-piercing groans of the brake pads and rubber tires, the jeep, which had already reached a speed of more than 80 kilometers per hour on the roadless ground, performed a small-radius drift.

And then... naturally...

"Is this what an experienced driver is like?" Adon, finally covered in mud, said to Hyperion, who had a twisted neck, after righting the overturned jeep.

"Ahem! It was just a minor accident. How was I supposed to know that the stone on the ground was fixed in place? I should have modified the suspension if I had known," Hyperion retorted stubbornly.

"Should I switch?" Although they had never driven such a primitive vehicle before, it wasn't a big problem for the Protoss Ark.

"The cannon can explode, the fuel can flow! But the steering wheel cannot be lost!" Even after a car accident, Hyperion was still unwilling to let go of the steering wheel in his hand.

"Then let's continue, old driver!" Adon made no attempt to hide the sarcasm in his words.

"..."

Chapter 220: The Stalking Was Discovered

"Are you sure we're heading in the right direction?" Hyperion asked curiously.

“That’s probably right,” Adun said, looking at the tactical map in his hand.

"Correct my foot! We're already at the edge of the map!" Hyperion, finally off the wheel, walked to the front of the jeep, looked at the world map that had been completely ripped off, and shouted.

"Maybe it's because you were driving too fast." Knowing that the tactical map was no longer of any use, Adun rolled the map into a ball and threw it out. Sure enough, just like the edge of the map, the ball disappeared without a trace as soon as it crossed the broken line of the map.

"They didn't even bother with a cliff or the ocean or anything, so unprofessional," Hyperion complained as he returned to the driver's seat and turned the car around.

"Whether it's a cliff or the ocean, these shouldn't be any major obstacles for the players in this world, right?" Adun, sitting in the passenger seat, was wearing a helmet and holding a rifle, looking quite professional.

"Why not add an invisible wall or something? This is just cutting out the map textures, it looks so fake." After overturning N (N>10) times, getting flat tires N+N times, and having his engine blow out N+N+N times, Hyperion finally stopped driving this old vehicle like a roller coaster.

“I see,” Adun said abruptly.

"What? I see?" Hyperion asked in surprise, almost slamming on the brakes.

“Oh, I mean I might have held the map upside down.” Ardon pointed in another direction and said, “The region where you register your account should be over there.”

"How could you get this wrong?" Hyperion asked, puzzled, as he turned the steering wheel and drove in the direction Adun was pointing.