The Naval Base of the Unnamed Ship Girls

The original intention was that even if one's strength is inferior to that of an opponent, one can still significantly reduce the opponent's annoying fighting power.

"Mysterious meat? Does that mean we've turned into meat?"

"That's not wrong, Adon, you've got quite a bit of meat on you."

"Duang"

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Wow, from now on I'll upload three chapters if I write five chapters a day, and two chapters if I write four.

Chapter 244 Robbery

"I always felt that participating in any game competition with that name would be a stain on my life."

Hyperion, walking beside Adun, muttered helplessly.

Originally, it was just a casual suggestion made out of spite after many of my own name suggestions were rejected by Adun for various reasons. I never expected that Adun would accept it.

Is it really not about the mysterious flesh that extends to what? They've already explained it themselves, but they still don't take it seriously. I really don't understand how the Protoss thinks.

"Anyway, your ship has a lot of blemishes, so one more won't make a difference," said Adun, who didn't care about the various extended meanings of the mysterious meat.

On the contrary, Kaga, who was following behind, became like a steamed crab after learning about the extended meanings of the mysterious meat from Hyperion. This made Adun wonder if the cooling and heat dissipation system of this IJN aircraft carrier was not working properly.

“wo?” As for wo-chan, she couldn’t understand what it meant.

Or perhaps she was deliberately pretending not to understand.

"Is this the right place?" After dealing with several groups of girls who wanted autographs, Adon, along with her ship girls, arrived at a mobile stall selling taiyaki and chocolate steel ammunition skewers.

"Welcome, welcome! Where are the admirals of these beautiful ladies?" The middle-aged stall owner, who looked utterly lecherous, greeted the ship girls, Adun, while glancing furtively around, trying to figure out if they had sneaked out or were accompanied by an admiral.

"wowowo" had somehow sneaked up to the stall, sniffed around, and then took a bite of a freshly made aluminum taiyaki, only to be burned and run around on the ground.

"Eat slowly, eat slowly, Essex is so cute. I almost became an admiral back in the day," the lecherous stall owner said, looking at Essex.

“Hyperion,” Adun said, having confirmed something.

"Yes, yes, I've been ready for a while," Hyperion replied, pulling a sack from its ship equipment space.

"What are you doing?" The stall owner, sensing something was wrong, hurriedly asked. Before he could even shout for help, he was knocked unconscious by a punch from the Hyperion, who was already prepared. Then, the interstellar warcruiser quickly stuffed him into a sack and tied a tight knot at the top.

"Kill...kill...murder?" Kaga was so shocked by the abrupt plot jumps that he could barely speak.

“I’m very careful with my strength; he’ll be unconscious for a maximum of three hours,” Hyperion said, rolling his eyes at Kaga.

Meanwhile, the mobile stall owners who witnessed this scene all turned their attention to the other side. Under their expectant gazes, a ship girl responsible for urban management and street patrols saw this scene and quickly ran over.

Just as the ship girl was about to question the group of ships about why they had done such a thing, she noticed that the ship girl who looked like Adon suddenly stopped in her tracks, took out her phone, opened her photo album, compared the photos back and forth, and then immediately turned around and left as if nothing had happened.

He also whistled a few times to indicate that he hadn't seen anything.

...So these street vendors seeking "justice" began to quickly pack up their stalls to prevent themselves from becoming the next victims.

"Do we need to tie it to a stone and sink it into the sea?" Hyperion had just said that he wouldn't wake up for three hours when he was slapped in the face by the taiyaki shop owner who was tied up in a sack and struggled violently.

And so he received two powerful kicks from the starship that "would never" cause "death".

However, the interstellar warcruiser found that its rather ****-style question received no response. As agreed, Adun had gathered all the aluminum taiyaki from the taiyaki stand and placed them in wo-chan's hands.

...Of course, Kaga was also involved.

"Hey, Adun, didn't you hear me?" Feeling ignored and unhappy, Hyperion kicked the stall owner in the sack again.

“I think you won’t need to tie the stones after a few more kicks,” Adun said, picking up a few strings of chocolate steel ammunition and handing them to Hyperion. “Want some? They’re not bad.”

"I'm not a child!" Despite saying that, Hyperion still decisively snatched the skewer of ammunition coated with chocolate-flavored steel from Adun's hand and put it in his mouth.

"It didn't say it was only for kids." Ignoring Hyperion's statement, Adun poured a can of sweet fuel into the cotton candy machine, rolled up a batch of fuel-flavored cotton candy, and ate it with relish.

"Um... Admiral, is what we're doing considered robbery?" Kaga asked, holding an aluminum taiyaki in his hand, wanting to eat it but not daring to.

“Without witnesses, without evidence, how could it be a robbery?” Hyperion replied, while also giving the stall owner in the sack a threatening kick.

"Don't worry, I'll leave enough money." Adun glanced at the unit prices written on the signs at several stalls, took out some steel from his ship equipment space, and placed it on the stall.

"Then what's the point of doing this?" Hyperion, still not satisfied after finishing the skewer of ammunition in his hand, consciously took another skewer and asked.

"Prevention is better than cure." Adun's gaze fell on the sack, which had gone from struggling to slowly wriggling. He leaned over and, with the ship-mounted boots representing the Protoss Ark's thrusters, gave the stall owner a hard whack in a certain area.

"..." Hyperion paused for a moment, then asked, "Should we cremate him discreetly?"

"Not dead," Adun said, and rolled up the second bunch of fuel cotton candy.

"...Tsk." Knowing the aftereffects of Adun's kick on the stall owner, Hyperion finished his ammunition skewer in a few bites, picked up the sack, and threw it behind the taiyaki stall.

After cleaning everything up, Hyperion clapped his hands, glanced around, and was about to say, "The police are out cleaning up."

Not only did they not see any police, but even the numerous stalls that were originally there had vanished, leaving the entire street deserted and ghost-like.

"It's not entirely gone, is it?" Ardon's gaze fell on a spot not far from the taiyaki stand.

A small triangular tent, with a style completely different from the other stalls, stood quietly there.

Next to the small tent was a sign with the words "Fortune Telling" written in large red letters. Below that, in smaller print, it explained: "Scientific fortune telling, quality guaranteed, 30 yuan per session, great value for money."

"..." Following Adun's gaze, Hyperion could only think, "Adun, you're not trying to get scammed, are you?"

"Thirty steel coins, not much." After throwing the steel coins he intended to use as currency onto the taiyaki stall, Adon walked straight toward the fortune-telling stall.

☆, The Diviner of the 245th Military Police Unit

Given that in this world with ship girls, the difference in individual combat power can sometimes be quite large, fortune-telling, a method that mainly relies on swindling and deception to make money, is very costly.

The cost here is definitely not an economic cost, but a cost of life.

If the person you're having your fortune told happens to be a ship girl who's going through a low period, and she fires a 380mm shell at you for saying the wrong thing, then that might be the end of it.

Therefore, this ancient profession, which could not keep up with the times, gradually disappeared.

Of course, it hasn't completely disappeared, otherwise, a fortune-telling stall with a crystal ball, tarot cards, tortoise shells, and coins wouldn't have appeared before Adon's eyes.

Ship girls, as products of technology, do not necessarily believe that technological development is the only true path.

For example, the ship girl setting up a stall in front of you is a cultivator ship girl dressed in a Taoist robe.

The ship girl who was setting up a fortune-telling stall wasn't ignoring Adun and Hyperion's blatant robbery because of her great abilities; rather, while other stall owners were running away, this ship girl was curled up in her stall tent taking a nap.

"...Adon, are you sure you want to let this guy cheat you out of steel?" Hyperion said helplessly as he followed Adon into the tent and saw the stall owner still sleeping during the day.

“I just think it’s quite fun.” Ardon smiled and walked to the cushions reserved for guests in the tent, where he sat down and rang the bell on the table.

"Umi Umi, are you off work yet?" The cultivator ship girl in a Taoist robe mumbled strange words after hearing the bell, turned over, wrapped her head in a pillow, and continued to sleep.

"Clang clang clang clang clang clang!" Adun rang the bell again, and used his psionic power to turn the sound into a thread that went directly into the ship girl's ear.

"Waaaaah, get up, get up! Stop making noise, stop making noise!" Under the torment of the Suzune fanatic, this ship girl, who should be considered a battlecruiser but whose height and size were even smaller than the Hyperion, sprang up from the soft carpet.

Then, in front of Adun and Hyperion, this ship girl quickly took off her Taoist robe, changed into a black uniform exclusively for military police, put on handcuffs and a military cap, casually wiped her face, and then bumped into the two starship girls.

"Huh? Who are you? Newcomers?" It seems this battlecruiser hasn't quite woken up from its slumber yet.

"..." Seeing the appearance of the battlecruiser in front of him, Adun paused for a moment and shook the bell in his hand again.

"Uh..." The warship from the military police finally remembered that it was a day off and that it was taking a nap at its fortune-telling stall.

"Hello, everyone. The weather is so nice today." A slightly embarrassed cultivator, the war patrolman, put his fortune-telling uniform back on and sat awkwardly down opposite Adon, asking, "What would you like to have your fortune told?"

All the prepared lines that were meant to fool people were completely useless.

"The military police?" Adun, who only knew that the black uniform the ship girl had just put on was the exclusive uniform of the military police, asked.

"I was seen, sorry," the battlecruiser in front of Adun said, bowing its head sheepishly.

"There's nothing to apologize for. This is my first time seeing the military police either." I had only heard about them before, such as the military police being the admiral and the ship girls' greatest enemy.

"Oh, are you a ship girl who was just summoned from a temporary naval base? Let me think... if I'm not mistaken, you're from Temporary Naval Base No. 666?"

The immortal ship girl, who simply draped her Taoist robe over her body, exuded an aura of knowing five hundred years into the past and five hundred years into the future when she spoke these words.

"..." Adun stared silently at the Immortal Cultivation Battle Cruiser Armor 13 in front of him.

"Ahem, just kidding. Actually, I didn't calculate it. This information is easy to find in the military police." The cultivator ship girl, feeling extremely embarrassed by Adun's gaze, replied.

"Good analytical skills," Adon praised after ending his silence.

So much useful information can be gleaned from Ardon's simple statement, "This is the first time I've seen the military police." It seems that the intelligence officers within the military police are not unlike fortune tellers.

"It's just the basics, it's just the basics," the ship girl said, a little embarrassed by Adun's praise.

As a military police commander, or even if he wasn't a military police officer, he could recognize Adun as a ship girl at first glance, and then this ship girl would say that it was the first time she had ever seen a military police officer.

It's clear that Adun is a first-generation ship girl who just came out of the construction machine, rather than a second-generation ship girl trained through three years of simulation and five years of college entrance examination.

As the first generation of ship girls who came out of the construction equipment and never saw the military police, they could only be from a temporary garrison that did not yet have a military police stationed there.

After the first generation of ship girls were summoned, the official naval base had to report to the military police.

This year, only one temporary naval base was established in the Pacific Theater, so this military police ship girl who was setting up a fortune-telling stall immediately... analyzed Adun's origins.

"Hehe, are all military police like you?" The ship girl, Adun, asked with a slightly embarrassed laugh.

"Not entirely, it's just that the work in the rear is relatively easy." The cultivator warcruiser who was setting up a fortune-telling stall somehow ended up chatting with a newly born first-generation ship girl.

"Oh, it seems you'd rather go to the front lines?" Noticing a hint of sarcasm in the battlecruiser's words, Adun asked curiously.

"Of course, I am a ship girl after all. The reason they gave me for being pulled back from the front lines was ridiculous. They even said that I... said that I... cough cough." The military police battlecruiser, who had almost exposed his biggest secret, quickly shut his mouth.

"Stare..." The other Hyperions, Wo-chan, and Kaga, who were originally just looking around, all started staring at the battlecruiser, just like Adun.

"If I had the chance, I would really like to return to the front lines, even if it's just as part of an expeditionary force." As a ship girl, if I can't fight on the battlefield... can I still be called a ship girl if I can't compete with deep-sea ship girls?

"Interested in coming to my naval base?" Perhaps finding the ship girl in front of her interesting, Adun asked.

"Huh? I'm a military police officer! You, a ship girl, invited me to your naval base to form a military police force. Isn't your admiral... wait, let me think... the admiral of temporary naval base number 666, pfft..."

The battlecruiser was startled by Adun's words, and then, recalling the relationship between the admiral of the 666th Provisional Naval Base and the head of the Pacific Theater Military Police, the entire ship of the battlecruiser was in a bad mood.

Who knows, this new first-generation ship girl, whom I don't know much about, might become my boss in the future.

"What's wrong?" Ardon, who didn't know the identity of the Enterprise, which had a close relationship with his admiral, was puzzled by the battlecruiser's reaction.

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