The Naval Base of the Unnamed Ship Girls

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Chapter 243 Don't move, hands up!

"But it's quite unbelievable that the soul you ate, or rather, merged with, can sing songs from this world."

Although it's unclear whether he's truly overcome his self-perception issues, Hyperion, at least outwardly appearing normal, has begun to evaluate the soul that has merged with Adun.

“Unfortunately, one thing I can assure you is that the soul does not belong to this world,” Adun continued, knowing what Hyperion was thinking.

"An outsider like us?" Hyperion asked in surprise, thinking Adun was some unlucky or lucky local soul.

“Hmm, it’s very likely a parallel world,” Ardon said.

“Parallel worlds, huh? That’s something you Protoss researchers…” Hyperion continued after indicating that the humans in the Koprulu Sector didn’t have the technological capability to research parallel worlds, “Then is our original world also a parallel world? Like that… Ou’s war fortress?”

"Omega Yuriko, the Rising Sun Empire's all-purpose war fortress, a parallel world where the IJN did not fail." Upon hearing the Hyperion mention the all-purpose war fortress, which was clearly from a parallel world, Adun nodded and said:

“That’s very possible. I haven’t studied your human history. Do you have any records?”

“Our Terran Empire’s human homeworld did indeed originate from a place called Earth. Could it really be this place?” Hyperion said, his mechanical eye embedded in his left eye socket lighting up as he began searching online for stories about the history of this world.

"Did you find anything?" Adun asked, knowing what Hyperion was doing.

"...It seems...the problem is that there aren't many records about the Terran homeworld in my archives. Most of them are materials left behind by the UED expeditionary forces." Hyperion only found some very vague things.

"Is your information unreliable? Or is there simply not enough information on the internet in this world?" Adun asked, hearing Hyperion's uncertainty.

"Both, I guess. Wait, why is it that my information is unreliable and there's too little information online? It's clearly because I have too little information, and there are too many contradictions in the information online." Hyperion immediately realized that he had been tricked by Adun again.

"Don't worry about the details." Ardon adopted an attitude that anyone who cared about details was a fool.

"Um... Anyway, there are too many contradictions in what I found online. In my opinion, they're all a bunch of history inventors," Hyperion said, deciding not to get entangled with Adun on this point.

“In other words, we need to find the archives of this world.” Adun nodded in agreement with Hyperion’s statement.

"Hmm, the archives should have detailed records, and the Central Academy should have them too, but it's hard to say, the war has lasted too long." Hyperion wasn't sure if they existed or not. Although there were many history buffs online, Hyperion at least knew that this world had indeed lost a lot of records after the First War.

"Wait a minute... when the native ship girls of this world inherit their ship equipment, they should also inherit their past memories," Adon suddenly said, remembering something.

"Hmm, that seems to be the case. Should we ask a ship girl now?" Hyperion, who thought Adun's words made sense, glanced at Wo-chan, then directly skipped over the deep-sea carrier and looked at a virtual pod that was running in the room.

Then the two starship girls walked to the virtual game pod and used rather crude methods to summon Kaga, who was in a kamikaze-like state, such as unplugging the network cable.

"My memories?" After hundreds of kamikaze attacks, Kaga, who had finally found the quiet Kaga, did not understand what her admiral was asking.

"Yes, your memories are from the time of the battleships." Adun repeated the question he had just asked Kaga.

"Admiral, aren't you a ship girl too?" Kaga asked curiously.

“…My memories are unrelated to this world,” Adon prompted Kaga.

“Me too, neither of our ships were born in this world,” Hyperion added.

"Then... what do you want to know, Admiral? I do remember a little bit of what happened in the past," said Kaga, who so far only knew that his own admiral was very powerful.

"The history of this world, the history of the past, the real history," Ardon added, specifically before the word "real history."

“Those things…” Kaga, finally understanding what Adon wanted to know, said with a somber expression, “Those are not good memories for me.”

Because the memories that ship girls inherit from their ship equipment are the stories of those centuries-old steel behemoths of the sea in bloody wars, almost all of those ship girls' memories end in the nightmare of a warship's final fate.

For example, the beginner mission that Kaga just played in Thunder Fighter brought back memories of the last moments of her life on the ship.

Charlotte's family's German heavy cruiser, Prinz Eugen, which constantly shouts "Eugen Eugen," was so terrified when it saw the Hyperion using nuclear power to fire the Yamato Cannon that its legs went weak. This was because the historical Prinz Eugen was used by humans for experiments and sank after being hit by two nuclear bombs.

Therefore, most ship girls avoid this part of their memories. However, since it was Adun who asked, out of obedience to the admiral, Kaga still told him her memories of leaving the shipyard, undergoing several modifications, becoming the main force of the First Carrier Division, and finally sinking at Midway.

“Hmm…” After listening to Kaga’s account of the experiences of an aircraft carrier, Adun fell into thought.

"That doesn't seem enough. After all, back then, nobody would give a warship a history lesson." Hyperion wasn't entirely satisfied.

“It seems we really need to find the archives of this world.” Adon knew that the history Kaga spoke of was true and credible, but this true and credible history was only from the perspective of an aircraft carrier.

It seems there's still a bit missing in trying to compare the relationship between the two worlds.

Just as Kaga was feeling a little uneasy about whether her answer had been well-received, the conference room door was suddenly kicked open, and a bunch of ship girls, having summoned their ship equipment, filed in as if searching for some target. Someone behind them was shouting into a microphone:

"Listen up, you deep-sea ship girls inside! Whatever your purpose in coming here, you are surrounded. Lay down your weapons and surrender to receive lenient treatment! Wait, where are the deep-sea ship girls you were promised?"

"...Adon, didn't you notice?" Hyperion asked Adun beside her, looking blankly as the ship girls pointed their cannons at their own homeland ship girls.

"...We noticed, but we didn't expect them to be looking for us." Adun, who thought these ship girls were just passing by, was also somewhat surprised.

Seeing that the other party treated the admiral like a deep-sea ship girl, Kaga, thinking that Adun's identity had been exposed, quickly took out her longbow ship equipment, loaded it with shipborne machine arrows, and assumed a serious and ready posture.

"Wo?" Fortunately, Wo-chan strictly followed Ardon's advice not to reveal her Abyssal Carrier identity in front of other ship girls, thus preventing her from turning into an Abyssal Carrier. This prevented the misunderstanding from escalating further.

"Misunderstanding! This is a misunderstanding!!" Tirpitz's voice came from afar.

Even without Tirpitz's words, the ship girls who rushed in all went from serious to completely bewildered when they saw the scene in the lounge.

Just like that ship girl with the quirky way of speaking said, where are the deep-sea ship girls we were promised?

"Which department are you from? Ha, a fleet just passing by? Don't you know this is an administrative building? How did your admiral educate you? All you know is fighting and killing all day long, and you turn into a cat at the slightest disturbance?"

The bewildered ship girls all bowed their heads and accepted the scolding.

There's nothing we can do about it; this retired ship girl was retired as a hero-class vessel...

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Suddenly, a wild idea popped into my head: what if this world's virtual reality technology was used by another game company to create a virtual shooting game called *Kantai Collection*? Then, Adun and Hyperion saw an opportunity to make money, started a company, and developed a real-time strategy game called *StarCraft*. Charlotte, who didn't like PvP, secretly developed a monster-hunting game called *Tidu the Destroyer* with Adun's help…

Oh no, I feel like I've turned into a monster.

Chapter 243 The Mysterious Meat

Perhaps it's because this Tirpitz held a leadership position in a government agency for a long time after being decommissioned, or perhaps it's because this Tirpitz liked to scold others when she was a ship girl.

Under the intense observation of Adun, Hyperion, and the four ship girls, Xiao Bei and Kaga, who were unaware of what was happening.

Tirpitz reprimanded the ship girls who had trespassed on government premises for a full half hour, using a completely unique set of words.

“Tsk tsk tsk, this skill reminds me of an old acquaintance,” Hyperion whispered to Adun, though his voice was low enough to be heard throughout the room.

“Jim Raynor?” Adun thought Hyperion was referring to her boss, Raynor, who had been in a leadership position in the opposition for a long time.

"How could that be! Commander Lei's personality is such that if he can fight, he will never argue. Did I just think of Mengsk, the former emperor of the Teren Empire?" The person Hyperion thought of was not his superior, but his superior's mortal enemy.

"A personality that prefers to compete rather than resort to violence?" Adun's words not only stunned Hyperion but also directly interrupted Tirpitz's plan to continue lecturing for another half hour.

"That's enough, that's enough. Go back to your ships and write a self-criticism to submit to the reception office." Tirpitz, who had always considered herself someone who would never lay a hand on someone if she could just talk, instantly lost all her energy and waved the ship girls away.

Before leaving, these ship girls who had trespassed into the "restricted area" looked at Adun and Hyperion with grateful eyes, thanking the two unfamiliar ship girls for saving their lives.

After all the ship girls left, Tirpitz, with a mournful expression, shifted her gaze to Adun and Hyperion, then moved it to the Essex version of Wo-chan and said:

"Be more careful next time. This is, after all, the heart of the Pacific theater, and there are many civilians here."

"Oh, I see," Adun replied, feigning ignorance of what Tirpitz was talking about.

"Well... you guys keep having fun. I'll let you know when the competition starts," Tirpitz said helplessly, knowing she definitely couldn't beat these alien ship girls.

"Don't we need to register for competitions?" Perhaps because he encountered too many things during the trial and was caught by his own admiral, Adon almost forgot about the competitions.

"Oh right, I almost forgot we need to register." Tirpitz's reaction was exactly in Tirpitz's style.

"..." After seeing Tirpitz's reaction, Hyperion tugged at Rayadon's arm and asked, "Why do you seem even less reliable than your commander?"

"Cough cough..." Tirpitz choked and coughed.

"Lifespan reduction, lifespan reduction." Feeling that being with these alien ship girls was consuming her life at double the speed, Tirpitz asked without delay, "I'll take care of the registration and stuff, but the competition is only team battles, so you need to think of a name for your battle group."

"...Hmm, should we name it?" Ardon's mind was filled with thoughts of Black Forest, Cabbage, Truth, Black Bread, and so on.

"How about we just name it 666? Back when I was still at the naval base, the warbands in the game were all called '233 Warband'," Tirpitz offered a "good" suggestion (good my foot!).

"How about Yharnam?" Adun thought of his admiral, the name that the Great Demon King Tidu of the Central Pacific Academy had mentioned in the game.

"Yarnan? What does that mean?" Tirpitz paused, suddenly remembering something the master had mentioned, and covered his mouth in surprise. However, he immediately realized that this action seemed to have given something away, and feeling ashamed of his duty as an intelligence agent, he quickly and awkwardly lowered his hand and said:

"This name seems pretty good, shall we decide on it?"

Seeing Tirpitz's actions, Ayton felt that perhaps only Tidu and Kokang were unaware of the suspicious nature of South Dakota's identity.

“No, no, no, what does our chapter have to do with that... that short, fat ship?” Hyperion said, very dissatisfied with Adun’s suggestion. Back in the game, Hyperion had always been very particular about names that were abbreviations of the first letter of each person’s name.

"You're not that tall either," Adun remarked, glancing at the Hyperion, whose height had been corrected to less than 1.7 meters by the power of the world.

(So ​​it really was Princess Suzuki. It seems the identity of that South Dakota has been confirmed.) Tirpitz tried her best to appear as if she didn't care about the Hyperion's slip of the tongue. (But even she has become a deep-sea creature? Sigh...)

However, Tirpitz was unaware that the two starship girls in front of her possessed a perception level of 16 or higher, even in a fantasy game.

“In short, the name Yharnam won’t do!” Hyperion said, his red mechanical eyes flashing.

"So what should we name them? Ashu? Shua? Ashuega?" When saying the last name, Adun glanced at Wosex and Kaga, who were still in a daze.

"Why not Ashuwoga?" Hyperion seemed quite pleased with the name.

"Wo!" Wo-chan seemed quite satisfied.

"I might as well name it the Golden Fleet," Adun said, wanting to cover his forehead.

"Tch, what a corny name! I really don't know who among you Protoss came up with this name for your main fleet. If you ask me, calling it the Golden Fleet is not as good as calling it the Rangers!" Hyperion first complained about the corny nature of the Golden Fleet, and then gave his suggestion.

"...Our Protoss definition of gold seems to differ from yours, humans," Adun said, hearing the Hyperion's complaint. "To you humans, gold is a symbol of wealth; to us Protoss, gold is the legacy of the sun, hence the name 'Golden Fleet.'"

"Oh, is that so?" After hearing Adun's words, Hyperion looked at Adun's chest.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Ardon asked, somewhat puzzled.

“I’m just thinking about how much gold you would produce if you were to shut down one day,” Hyperion said earnestly.

Immediately afterwards, this Terran warcruiser, which was destined for disaster, was hung from the ceiling.

“Um…” Tirpitz wiped away his cold sweat, trying to convince himself that he hadn’t heard anything under hypnosis, and said, “Neither the Golden Fleet nor the Rangers can be used; those names have already been registered.”

"Destroy them!" Adun and Hyperion said in unison.

"Uh..." Tirpitz could only continue trying to hypnotize himself.

As a seagoing ship girl, and a retired one at that, chatting with two alien ship girls is incredibly stressful.

After repeated discussions between Adun and Hyperion, and after Hyperion was hung from the ceiling N+1 times, the name of the chapter was finally determined to be—The Mysterious Flesh Chapter.