The Naval Base of the Unnamed Ship Girls

"Just a cleanroom environment, simple." Hyperion said nonchalantly as he piled up the parts of Charlotte's gold Orange 9 phone and said, "Watch me perform a magic trick for you."

Then, to the bewildered eyes of the Hyperion and other native ship girls, who were relatively unsophisticated compared to starship girls, they assembled the parts, some no bigger than a finger and some as small as dust, at an extremely fast speed.

With a loud "smack," Charlotte's limited-edition gold phone, which had just been disassembled into electronic component junk, was restored to its original state.

"Take it and try it out. Imperial standard, three-year warranty." Hyperion clapped his hands as he tossed the reassembled phone to Charlotte, saying with an expression that made no big deal out of it.

Charlotte quickly accepted her coming-of-age gift, lovingly caressed it, and breathed a sigh of relief after using it for a while and finding nothing wrong with it. Then, seeing the unchanged expressions on the two starship girls' faces, she immediately stuffed the phone into the pocket closest to her body as if guarding against a thief.

"Do you understand now?" Adun didn't quite understand why Hyperion wanted her to take Charlotte's admiral's position with her Orange 9 phone.

"I think I understand now. The only difference is the signal and the transceiver; the processors are all the same." Hyperion casually ran his finger through the wreckage of the Orange 8 phone that Reputation had given to Adun, then continued:

"The signal transceiver used by the ship girls' mobile phones is closely related to their own system. The one used by the admiral borrows something called the admiral network, so it does not use a signal of a certain frequency."

After briefly explaining the differences between the two phones, Hyperion continued, "But this technology that allows you to use two different network signals together without any problems is pretty shady."

"Can it be copied?" Adun asked Hyperion directly.

"Of course you can. Just because you can't explain it doesn't mean you can't copy it. In fact, you can do it yourself, Adun." After all, with interstellar-level technology, even Hyperion said it was no problem, let alone Adun, whose technological level is even higher than Hyperion's.

"Lazy..." Unfortunately, because the technology trees are different from the very beginning, it would be much more troublesome for Adun to create a clone of the Orange Phone from this world than for Hyperion.

"The Protoss are useless. Wait, what happened to not attacking?" Hyperion habitually complained, but then felt a murderous aura pressing down on the ship and immediately raised his hands in surrender.

However, it was of no use.

The Star Cruiser, violently suppressed by the Protoss Ark, lay sprawled on the table and said, "I admit that your Protoss crystal technology is the best in the world, unparalleled, and unprecedented, okay?"

The ship girls of Naval Base 233 weren't too concerned about the daily squabbles between Adun and Hyperion, or Adun being beaten up by one side. What they were interested in was the unintentional meaning revealed in Hyperion's words just now.

"Sis, doesn't the Orange Phone require a lot of experienced engineering ship girls to work together to make it?"

Any ship girl in this world with even a little basic knowledge knows that although ship girls have an advantage that ancient humans could not match when manufacturing certain high-tech products, things like the Orange Phone, which are essentially technological masterpieces, still require several or even dozens of engineering ship girls specializing in this area to work together to manufacture.

It is precisely because of the difficulty in replicating this manufacturing method that the price of the Orange series phones has remained high. For battleship girls like Rodney and Nelson, who receive relatively high salaries at Naval Base 233, buying a new Orange phone every year would require them to save up for several months.

“Perhaps starship girls have special skills.” Although Nelson responded to her sister’s question in this way, the uncertainty in her tone reflected that she was also not very credible.

Even though Hyperion had just used a shocking method to turn the young master's gold-plated, diamond-encrusted Orange 9 phone from a complete machine into junk, and then from junk back to its original state.

"Tsk! I don't object to you questioning the power of my Hyperion's main cannons; I'll just fire one and see. But you actually dare to question the Empire's technology! Even the Protoss haven't questioned it!"

Hearing the conversation between Rodney and Nelson, Hyperion was fully revitalized and spoke in a tone comparable to imported alien technology.

“We just felt there was no need to question it…” Adun had something to say about this.

"What?" Hyperion was stunned for a moment, not expecting his best friend to undermine him.

“The Protoss won’t waste time questioning the technology of those lower civilizations,” Adun said, showing no intention of giving face to his Warring Sisters.

"..." Hyperion slowly curled up into a ball by the table with a regular, steady movement, keeping eye level with the trash that had once been part of the Orange 8 phone, and said, "I admit that your Protoss technology is impressive, but at least Adun, you have to admit that the Empire's technology is better than this world's."

“I admit that,” Adon said, seemingly unconcerned.

“Stare…” Adon’s words made all the ship girls in the 233rd Naval Base look at her with the eyes of someone looking at a class enemy.

Ardon, who had actually given a lot of face, felt no pressure at all.

If you absolutely had to get Adun to tell the truth, she would just point at all the ship girls present, including the Hyperion, and say, "I'm not targeting any one of you ships, I'm saying, you're all trash~"

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After thinking about it, I'll still go at 3 AM, even though there won't be any recommendations, collections, or anything like that.

It's alright, though. The lost favorites were probably from the red envelope giveaway a couple of days ago. Those fake favorites just disappear.

The cheat program for grabbing red envelopes is really amazing.

From now on, let's put the red envelopes in the QQ group for the works.

Chapter 175 Hyperion in Preparation...

“Adon, I need your help.” Hyperion suddenly spoke, looking at the Orange 8 phone that he had reassembled.

"What do you need my help with?" asked Adun, who had just effortlessly slapped all the ship's face.

“We have the technical theory, the design plan, and the manufacturing ideas.” Hyperion pointed to the Orange 8 phone on the table and continued, “Now we’re stuck on the most basic step.”

"The most basic step?" Adun was puzzled for a moment, but immediately realized what Hyperion was talking about and asked, "You mean the materials?"

“Yes, materials are of utmost importance. The materials I brought with me are somewhat incompatible with this world, so I need your help.” Hyperion still remembered that there was a matter converter inside Adun’s body whose operating mechanism she still couldn’t understand.

The ability to transform a local substance into a non-local substance, and even to convert information into matter, is so advanced that it's no wonder the Protoss can roam freely in the Koprulu Sector.

In particular, during one of Adun's conversations with Hyperion, he mentioned that this technology was an ancient, long-forgotten technology of the Protoss, and that the Protoss now viewed it no differently than humans.

This world-changing technology was so well forgotten by the Protoss that Hyperion realized the saying that human development relies on research and development, the Zerg development relies on mutation, and the Protoss development relies on archaeology was indeed true.

"What materials did you bring?" Adun asked curiously, ignoring Hyperion's inner grumbling.

“Just a little bit of something you Protoss wouldn’t even look at.” Upon hearing this, Hyperion clutched his chest, as if he had been startled.

It seems that whether it's interstellar ship girls or native ship girls, the entrance to the ship equipment space is mostly located at the chest area, even for the Hyperion whose bra size is just over B.

Adun's ship equipment space entrance is also in this location. If Adun didn't have the ability of psionic field, he would have to reach into his chest every time he wanted to take something out of his ship equipment space.

"What do you mean by things I don't like?" Adun still remembered the Hyperion's leader, Commander Ray, and his bunch of unreliable subordinates who had hamster-like behavior of collecting things on their own ships, while their own Archbishop Artanis insisted on the purity of Protoss creations and did not collect too many unnecessary things.

"It's just some random stuff," Hyperion said nervously, sweat beading on his forehead, sensing something was amiss.

"I'm not interested in your treasures. I'm asking if Commander Raynor still has the samples he collected in the Twisting Nether?" As Commander Raynor, who has evolved to the level of the Thunder God, he would never miss a chance to pass by in the Twisting Nether.

"What do you need that for?" Hyperion asked curiously.

“I’m a little curious. I feel that the deep-sea atmosphere of this world is similar to those annoying things in the Twisted Nether.” Adun, who once visited the home port of South Dakota, the Deep Sea Princess, which is located within the deep-sea domain, is very familiar with that feeling.

"Really? That's a pity. To prevent those things from affecting the system, they were removed by the scientists after we came out of the Twisted Void." Hyperion spread his hands to indicate that he did not have those things.

"That's really a pity. What kind of materials do you need me to make?" After a moment of regret, Adun got back to the point.

“The material requirements are as follows…” Hyperion recited a series of data that none of the ship girls present, except Adun, could understand.

"Huh? A biological material?" Adun asked curiously, having understood what material Hyperion wanted. Could it be that Hyperion planned to use the Zerg's technological indirection to manufacture it?

"How can this be considered biological material? How do you Protoss distinguish it? Never mind what I said. I meant this should be considered a mineral material, which can be extracted from high-energy gas."

Hyperion, who had almost been suppressed again, quickly changed his tune.

"Hmm, I've never seen this before..." Ardon found it a little troublesome to create this kind of substance that he had never seen before.

“That’s right, I haven’t seen it either. It’s just mentioned in the documents.” Hyperion continued, “We haven’t used this material for many years. Although it’s useful, the quantity is too small.”

"Alright then, how much do you want?" As he spoke, Adun estimated the loss from converting this material and took out several barrels of oil.

"..." Hyperion was stunned when he saw Adun take out the oil.

"What's wrong?" Adun asked, curious about Hyperion's reaction, glancing at the several barrels of oil he had taken out.

“I think you’re no longer of any use.” Hyperion decided to fend for himself.

"..."

"Don't hit the ship in the face! Hitting the face will damage the cannon barrel!" The Hyperion, suppressed once again, revealed the original method of processing the data.

"Is this what it is?" Ardon shook the cola-flavored oil in his hand, unscrewed the cap, took a sip, and said, "It's definitely not biological."

“It wasn’t even considered biomass to begin with.” Hyperion, his face bruised and swollen, sat down angrily.

"That makes things much easier." This level of material transformation is much easier than forcibly transforming other materials, even if what Hyperion is talking about is actually refined from the original resources of fuel oil rather than the fuel itself.

"How much do you want?" Adon asked again.

"Um, I want compensation for emotional distress," Hyperion continued, still throwing a tantrum.

“As the saying goes, ‘If you don’t act recklessly, you won’t sink.’ I’ve always wanted to tell you that you need to change your way of speaking.” Yaton had no intention of paying compensation for emotional distress.

"What kind of ancient ship is that? Besides, I don't want to be educated by Protoss people whose worldviews are completely different." Hyperion sighed, rubbing his face, and stated the number of materials needed to make a cell phone.

“Not much.” As soon as Hyperion finished speaking, Adun converted several cans of oil into the materials she needed.

Every time they saw Adun do this, the ship girls of Naval Base 233 watched as if they were watching a magic show.

“Make a few more, I’m worried I might have made a mistake somewhere,” Hyperion said after picking up the supplies, biting them, and leaving a tooth mark on them.

"What happened to the promised Imperial technology and quality assurance?" Adun chuckled and complained. Despite the Hyperion's constant boasting about Imperial technology, in the memories of a certain Protoss Ark, the human Imperial technology in the Koprulu Sector had always been somewhere between exploding and about to explode.

“Better safe than sorry,” Hyperion said, unperturbed by Adun’s teasing.

Chapter 176 In the Hyperion Stronghold...

After cutting the materials into small pieces of varying sizes as planned, Hyperion took out a piece of steel, rubbed it, and said to the ship girls of Naval Base 233 who were watching:

"Ladies and gentlemen, it's time for the performance from the Imperial flagship, the Hyperion!"

"..." A breeze, seemingly coming from nowhere, blew through the enclosed cabin.

"Ahem, how about some encouragement?" Hyperion looked like a defeated baby, very disappointed and sad.

"Encouragement?" Upon hearing what Hyperion said, Adun recalled the human reaction, raised his hands, and clapped his hands in a steady rhythm, saying, "I remember your human encouragement is like this."

"Stop, I was just joking." Seeing that the ship girls of Naval Base No. 233 had also realized what was happening and were about to clap along with Adun, Hyperion, feeling like she was about to become a circus clown, quickly raised her hand to signal.

With an expression similar to that of someone bent forward in disappointment, Hyperion rubbed the steel in her hand into a thin needle. Seemingly dissatisfied, she put it in her mouth and smacked it, finally creating a tiny needle that even a ship girl would need to look very closely to see.

"What are you doing?" Rodney asked, puzzled.

"Don't speak, watch carefully," Nelson said, slowing his breathing as he vaguely guessed what Hyperion was about to do.

"No way, that's too much." The vanguard, who had just woken up from her coma, was punched to the ground by Reputation again. This time, at least she didn't pass out immediately and could reply, "What did I say wrong again? Why are you hitting me?"

"It's a habit, I couldn't stop myself." Without a hint of apology, Reputation swept the avant-garde aside with a broom.

"Could this be..." Charlotte quickly covered her mouth before she could finish speaking, as if afraid that even a breath might affect what Hyperion was about to do.

"Don't worry, Imperial technology isn't that fragile." As he spoke, Hyperion picked up a piece of material made by Adun, and then gently poked it with a fine steel needle between his fingertips.

After pulling it out and finding that there was no problem with the feel, Hyperion showed a successful smile, and then began to mechanically and steadily poke and pull it out.

Moreover, the speed increased, from initially being able to clearly see the movement of the fingers, to later only being able to see the afterimage of the arm, and finally, Hyperion's arm remained in place as if it had not moved at all.

This is terrifying for a ship girl whose eyesight is so good that she can see all the changes after the cannonball leaves the barrel if she concentrates.

Especially while poking around, Hyperion even had the mind to joke with Adun, saying, "Fortunately, the processor technology in this world is still at the nanometer level. If it were the Empire's picometer-level processors, I might have been busy for days."