The Naval Base of the Unnamed Ship Girls

"It's a woman, what's wrong?" The young master, somewhat bewildered, rubbed his head, which was sore from being pressed, and blurted out.

With a loud "crack," the sturdy alloy admiral's desk groaned, and the old man, who had somehow donned a naval admiral's uniform, commanded in a stern tone:

"Prestige, order Veneto and Washington to withdraw to the garrison as quickly as possible, and summon Richelieu, Lion, Vanguard, and the Prince of Wales to my office."

As expected of the war zone admiral known as the "battleship maniac," a leading advocate of big-ship and big-gun doctrine, his ship girls are almost all battleships.

The young master was curious about why his father had married Helena, a light cruiser, as his legal wife.

“Master…” The reputation he received did not carry out the order immediately as it had before.

"My dear, I am now the secretary ship of the naval base," Helena's gentle yet sharp voice rang out.

"Ah, I almost forgot about that." Unfortunately, not only were most of his troops battleships, but his own defensive capabilities were also comparable to those of battleships. He completely failed to notice the murderous intent hidden in his wife's words and quickly said, "Then I'll leave it to you for now."

“Darling, before you tell those children to come back, can you tell me what you plan to do?” Helena realized that her words weren’t enough to break through his defenses, so she had to ask seriously.

"Of course, it's to form the first marriage proposal team of the No. 233 Naval Base... the chief battle squadron."

Hey, Dad, what are you thinking? What marriage proposal! I have absolutely no relationship with Big Sister, okay? Or rather, how could your son dare to have any relationship with Big Sister? If your son thinks like that, he'll be dead without a burial place.

The young master could almost picture the big sister, shrouded in black aura, holding a 380mm cannon salvaged from a battleship girl's ship equipment space, pointing it at his head and saying, "I treated you like a brother, and you actually wanted to sleep with me?"

The young master, worried about his life and bewildered by his father's reckless behavior, turned red-faced and his body steamed with heat almost instantly.

Unfortunately, in his parents' eyes, this appearance only made them feel embarrassed that their son's deepest secret had been exposed.

Even the reputation that had begun cleaning the furniture for the Nth time gave the young master a look of blessing.

Completely defeated, the young master turned around, lowered his head, and smashed open the door to his father's office, fleeing as if a deep-sea princess were lurking in his father's office.

“Honey, sometimes I think, how wonderful it would be if our baby were a girl.” Helena said softly as she walked to her husband’s side, watching her son slam the door and leave.

"Yes, with his personality, he'll definitely become a hero-class ship girl." The admiral, who had also been looking at the doorway, regained a little of his composure as a naval admiral, but before he could muster any more momentum, he immediately added:

"If that's the case, to become the admiral of my precious darling, one must at least be capable of withstanding the bombardment of at least one unit of the main fleet of Naval Base No. 233... well, the bombardment of all the ammunition stored in the naval base."

"..."

Chapter Sixteen: You ship girls are all expert gunners

According to incomplete statistics, many ship girls in this world have a habit of hoarding private resources.

Whether it's to occasionally treat someone to a special meal, to ensure they don't starve after the admiral's large-scale construction, or to gamble occasionally, almost every veteran ship girl, except for those like Adun who were just born into this world, has this habit.

Battleship-class ship girls like to hoard some steel, aircraft carrier-class ship girls like to hoard some aluminum, and ship girls below the heavy cruiser level are very interested in hoarding oil and ammunition.

For example, besides the pile of potatoes that could never be finished and the books that were inexplicably bought from somewhere, the remaining space of Guogan's ship equipment space was almost filled with vodka brewed from fuel. It seems that filling one's ship equipment space with vodka is a tradition of the Mao-type ship girls regardless of displacement or model.

Therefore, it's not surprising that the admiral pulled out a mountain of supplies from his unfinished ship equipment space.

After all, the admiral originally wanted to be a ship girl, so accumulating private resources from a young age is indeed a good habit.

These private resources might be used as snacks and provisions by the ship girls, or even as part of their dowries.

"Hmph, I'm a fully-fledged naval admiral now. You think this little bit of talent is my dowry?!" The admiral responded righteously to Adon's sarcastic remarks.

Before the ranking match against Deep Sea, it can only be considered temporary. And could you please not shake so much when you say the word "cricket"? Kokang and I are not blind.

"Admiral, are you planning to use all these resources to throw a party?" Kogan asked, staring at the kind, great, and benevolent admiral with eyes that had turned into stars.

For ship girls, an admiral who can pool nearly five figures' worth of resources is certainly qualified to be called "kind," "great," or "merciful."

If you encounter some ship girls with negative morals or appetites as large as 1.0 Akagi-class or higher, their affection level might directly exceed 100, and they might clamor for the admiral to give them a contract ring.

In the eyes of these ship girls, the contract ring, which is similar to a contract of servitude, is equivalent to the phrase "unlimited access to the naval base's resources."

"Party? When did you change your nationality, Kogan?" The admiral, a little stunned by Kogan's words, asked curiously. In her memory, the American ship girls should be the ones who love to throw parties the most.

"Even if Kokang changes its nationality, it will still be a glorious communist fighter. How could it be defeated by the sugar-coated bullets of imperialism!" Unfortunately, Kokang's seriousness didn't last long. Immediately after saying this, it continued:

"However, if the admiral is willing, Kokang can have a Bolshevik-style queue, and we guarantee there will be plenty of vodka."

"Stop! No talking until you wipe your drool off." He kicked aside the brave admiral and explained the purpose of bringing out these resources.

"Coastal defense guns?" Adon asked, his thoughts momentarily caught off guard as he hadn't expected the admiral to use these resources to build a modern, three-dimensional defense system on the island where the naval base was located, in order to deal with the possible attack from the Deep Sea Princess.

"That's right, our ship girls... cough, you ship girls are all experts in firing cannons, so it shouldn't be a problem to install a few large-caliber cannons on this island as coastal defense guns!"

The admiral patted the mountain of supplies beside him and said earnestly.

"That's true..." For these ordinary ship girls who come from world history books where the number of giant ships and cannons equals the age of naval power, the admiral's statement that "you ship girls are all cannon experts" is indeed true, as it is extremely easy for them to have the wrong idea.

However, I'm not a regular ship girl. I don't know how to use primitive artillery. I might be able to set up a continental shelf ripper or a land sinker, but building a cannon with a certain caliber is a bit of a stretch.

Noticing Admiral Aydon's embarrassed expression, the admiral, assuming it was just that the aircraft carrier girl wasn't good at firing cannons, comforted her, saying, "Since you're an aircraft carrier, Aydon, you can leave the cannon manufacturing and turret setup to me and Kogan. You can take charge of the near-shore early warning system in the waters surrounding the naval base."

I am a mothership, not an aircraft carrier! Unfortunately, the admiral ignored Adun's subsequent complaints and simply gave the resources he had given to Adun and Kokang, each ship carrying half of the resources, to go about their own business.

A near-shore early warning system seems like something I can manage, but I also want to build a few interstellar cannons... Oh well, it's better to just think about it.

It's not a question of suitability or unsuitability. If possible, Adun would also like to accelerate the technological level of this garrison by several hundred years. Unfortunately, the problem is that he has the idea but not the resources.

Compared to the exaggerated power of the Landsinking Cannon itself, the resources required to manufacture it are truly exaggerated. If the Admiral had used the limited resources he had left to refine the cannon with his unscientific ship equipment space, there might not even have been enough to cover the turret base.

Seeing that Guogan, who was so happy that he was almost completely absorbed in his other half, Yadun covered his forehead and walked alone towards the sea.

A near-shore early warning system, huh? If you can't build a phased array radar, and you don't know how to build those low-tech radars in this world, then just let the crystal energy field cover the entire near-shore waters.

Sigh, the thought of being a Protoss probe instead of a proper Ark mothership made Adun feel like the whole world had turned black and white.

After Yadun left for a while, Kogan, who had finally returned to normal from his blissful state, suddenly remembered that he had been so happy to see the resources that he forgot to ask the admiral what kind of coastal defense guns he should build.

Would it seem useless to call the admiral now? Be brave! Show your abilities as a secretary ship and initial ship. Even if you're just a destroyer, you should have the glory of a destroyer.

To bolster his courage, Guogan glanced back and forth between the ample supplies in front of him, even after Adun had taken half of them, and the 130mm miniature naval gun on his arm.

They immediately abandoned the idea of ​​expanding the scope of the weapons they were most familiar with.

"Since we're going to build shore-based artillery, the bigger the better."

The admiral was right when he said, "You ship girls are all expert gunners." After deciding what she should do, Kogan put away the pile of materials and rummaged through her ship equipment space for a while. She took out a book and began to look for how to build a coastal defense gun with a large enough caliber.

The book cover, held dear by Kogan like a precious treasure, had its title, "On the Self-Cultivation of Russian Ship Girls," branded in black and red ink by some unknown small printing factory.

Chapter Seventeen: The Self-Cultivation of the Celestial Ark

"...This should be fine."

Floating steadily on a relatively calm sea, Adun calculated the distance to the naval base and decided to place the first energy crystal here.

In just a few days of observation of this world, Adun was saddened to discover that not only did this world lack high-energy aggregates like diazine crystals, but it also lacked even low-level decay products like energy crystals and high-energy gas.

Without the energy system composed of these basic substances, many of the Protoss technologies recorded in Adun's body would not be so easy to utilize.

Yep

To be clear, it says "not so easy to use," not that it's completely unusable.

As the last safeguard for the Protoss civilization, the Spear of Adun was built with the foresight of the dark future the Protoss might face. Among all the terrible scenarios, losing their usual basic energy system was not the worst-case scenario.

The Protoss, having already made initial progress in unlocking the technology tree for information interference and matter transformation, had already prepared countermeasures for this situation.

Otherwise, why would so many civilizations that encountered the Protoss for the first time give them the title of "gods"?

My great De... my great Protoss race has the best technology in the universe.

Having pinpointed the location, Adun carefully searched the surrounding seas using the phase array system. Well, apart from a dozen or so deep-sea fleets sailing around the naval base, there were no other ships.

I really don't understand whether these deep-sea fleets want to destroy this naval base or protect it. Considering the ambiguous relationship between that Princess and the Admiral, it's possible that these deep-sea ship girls were really assigned to protect the Admiral.

Deciding not to think about it too much for now, Adun took out a metal ingot from his ship's equipment space. It was no more than a foot long, less than two inches wide, and less than two fingers thick.

The silver-gray color with a hint of milky white makes it difficult to tell what kind of material it is at first glance, but the taste is quite good.

Yaton took a bite, chewed it, and made this assessment. It was even creamy chocolate flavored. As expected of the admiral's personal collection, it seems that taste is definitely a plus when choosing these materials.

This metal ingot that Adun seems to have taken out as a snack is steel, one of the four basic resources of the naval garrison of the human ship girl faction, and also the most beloved item of the battleship girls.

Given that it is also a basic material for ship equipment maintenance, steel can be considered a hard currency in the ship girl society. Unlike aluminum, which is more expensive, but is only needed by ship girls such as aircraft carriers, fighters, and submarines, its circulation value is not high and it cannot be used as a general equivalent.

The piece with a corner bitten off by Adun is a piece of steel in the conventional sense, and... it tastes like chocolate in the conventional sense.

Don't be fooled by the fact that this piece of steel is the size of a chocolate bar. In this world, many things have been modified by scientists who are almost like great magicians. The actual quality of this small piece of steel in Adun's hand is much greater than this.

Under the influence of psionic energy, the steel in Adun's hand floated into the air. Then, as described in his memory, Adun activated a wisp of the ship's space power to counteract the warp power attached to the metal ingot.

Just like a magic trick, the steel suspended in mid-air expanded its volume thousands of times, turning into a super-sized metal ingot. The spot where Adun had bitten off also became a gap with a tooth mark.

Ten tons of metal were compressed into a piece the size of a chocolate bar, and even its weight was compressed. Did the great magicians and scientists of this world grow up eating sweet potatoes? Even our great Protoss technology can't explain this.

Fortunately, Adun is a very easygoing ship girl, not a perfectionist like Prophet. Putting aside her fuss about the unscientific aspects of this world, Adun stared intently at the nearly ten-ton metal ingot (the weight gap was inside Adun's stomach) floating in mid-air.

"1% output of the solar furnace"

As he muttered a phrase, Adun's eyes changed from their original sky blue to a burning gold, and waves of oppressive and binding power flowed from Adun's body into the metal ingot in mid-air.

Because the output was too low, some emergency plans were not effectively implemented, and a wisp of solar furnace energy secretly slipped out of Adun's body.

"Tsk, I should have increased the output." Ardon, who hadn't expected this to happen, looked at the large chunk of seawater that had completely disappeared beneath his feet. He increased the output of the solar reactor a little and re-contained the dissipated energy. Even so, it still took about ten seconds for the surrounding seawater to calm down.

It is indeed too dangerous to use a solar furnace in a planet's atmosphere; even if it is small, it is still an artificial star.

Even the escaping energy is so terrifying, let alone the metal ingot that Adun is currently targeting and processing.

Under the influence of such immense energy, the metal ingot instantly skipped the "reaction" that normal matter should have when encountering this energy. Instead, under the interference of Adun's psionic information, it began an action called "transformation".

Under Adon's transformation, the nearly one cubic meter metal ingot first turned into a mosaic-like substance, then shrank rapidly as if time were flowing backward. After shrinking to the size Adon had taken out, it continued to shrink until it was the size of a peanut. Only then did it transform from an irregular mosaic-like substance into a light blue crystal.

"The conversion efficiency is a bit low." Adon looked at the tiny psionic crystal in his palm. It seemed that synthesizing a crystal tower would require consuming a small portion of the resources given by the admiral.

More importantly, the computational power required for this transformation is also a considerable burden for Adun.

"Let's finish quickly and go home sooner." Adun's phase array system detected that the slight energy leak had triggered a reaction from the deep-sea fleet, and several deep-sea fleets had already deviated from their patrol routes and were heading this way.

Although Yaton was not afraid, he also felt it was troublesome. What if the battle became so fierce that it worried the admiral? And if he provoked him further, the admiral might actually sneak away at night.

After calculating the conversion ratio and the total number of psionic crystals needed for a crystal tower, pieces of chocolate-flavored metal ingots flew out of Adun's ship-mounted space, transforming into complete metal blocks that hovered around Adun. In the blink of an eye, the area where Adun was located became an abstract, three-dimensional maze world composed of a pile of metal ingots.

"All computing power activated, solar furnace at 30% output, synchronous conversion started."

Chapter 18 This Princess Suzu... is really strange.