The Naval Base of the Unnamed Ship Girls

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This may be the last public chapter.

☆, Chapter 200: The Need for Renovation (First Update After Launch)

"Wind... Storm Arc... Light Iron?" The avant-garde struggled for a long time before finally managing to pronounce the new name that Hyperion had given her, which sounded like a joke.

"Storm Arc Lightning Raven Siege Battleship, or Wind City Ship for short." Hyperion added the data to the projection in front of him while helping the vanguard.

"Wind...dust?" The avant-garde man, clearly having misunderstood, blushed deeply, looking like a boiler that had been burning for too long and hadn't been cooled down.

"...How can you seafarers have such dirty minds?" Hyperion's face stiffened as he realized that the abbreviation he had given to the new name of the Vanguard was easily misunderstood.

"What's so dirty about it?" Unfortunately, Yaton didn't understand the extended meaning of this abbreviation.

"Ahem." Reputation prevented young master Charlotte from having the urge to explain to Adun.

Renown's actions caused the other naval ship girls of Naval Base No. 233, who knew what the word "dust" meant, to look in other directions, such as at the empty metal walls.

Having just joined Adun's ranks, Kaga, still caught up in the excitement of his admiral being the governor, selectively ignored Adun's apparent ignorance of what was happening.

"Wo?" Sensing the strange atmosphere, but like Yaton, not understanding, Wo-chan asked curiously.

"Hmm, I see." After finding some cultural records that had been shared with the Hyperion in the memory bank, Adun replied to Wo-chan with no change in expression: "The meaning of 'professional life' is to earn money by selling one's body... to be precise, it is a professional behavior to support oneself."

"Wo!" Unexpectedly, Adun's answer was so straightforward, and Wo-chan's face turned even paler (the deep-sea ship girl's face turning pale is similar to the ordinary ship girl's face turning red).

Although he had already guessed that Adun would react this way, when Adun put on such an indifferent look, Hyperion still knelt down on the ground, clutching his stomach and pounding the floor as if he couldn't bear it anymore.

"Ahem, ahem." The head maid quickly dispelled the awkward atmosphere that had filled the room because of Adun's words and changed the subject by asking, "Master, such modifications to the avant-garde must consume a lot of modification cores, right?"

"Oh right, I forgot the important thing. After all, the modifications for Vanguard are not like the ones for you back then." When Reputation mentioned the modification core, Adun seemed to be reminded.

When Adun transformed Renown into an Immortal battleship girl, Renown had already burned herself to ashes due to her berserk state.

Therefore, Adun's actions at that time were less about modifying Renown, whose ship equipment space had already burned out, and more about rebuilding a new body for Renown who had lost his body.

There's no need to consider how to integrate your designed weapons into the Prestige ship's equipment; integration requires consuming modification cores.

Furthermore, the number of modification cores required varies depending on the degree of integration needed for the ship equipment to be modified.

If it's just replacing the main gun on the Vanguard, it would probably only require about 1-3 modification cores.

If we follow the "Storm Arc Lightning Raven Siege Battleship" modification plan compiled by Adun and Hyperion...

"Approximately 95 modification cores are needed..." After inquiring about some details of the Vanguard modification plan from Archbishop Adun and Hyperion, Reputation estimated a number.

"95? That many?" The avant-garde, who hadn't expected to need so many modification cores, covered her mouth in surprise, because although she had some modification cores saved up from her dowry, they weren't even a third of that number.

"Is it really necessary to have so many? I remember that a modernization of a battleship only requires about ten, and at most fifteen. Why does the Vanguard's modernization require so many?" Charlotte was also confused.

As the heir to Naval Base No. 233, Charlotte couldn't claim to know the exact salary of every ship girl in her family.

However, after graduating and returning to the naval base, he was assigned these jobs by his father. At least he knew that the core modification was something like a New Year's red envelope, and Vanguard, a new ship girl who had only been with the naval base for a short time, wouldn't have many left.

"Ordinary modernization does not require so many core transformations, because that kind of modernization only improves some more basic things."

For example, the caliber of the main gun, the number of secondary guns, the fire control system, the radar system, the strengthening of armor, the increase of power, etc.

"But the design plans for the Avant-garde by the Patriarch and His Excellency Hyperion..." Reputation glanced at the projection in front of him again, shook his head, and said helplessly, "It should be somewhere between a modern renovation and a sci-fi-level renovation."

"That's outrageous?" Charlotte asked with some concern, not expecting that Adun and Hyperion's modification plans would allow the Vanguard to skip the first modification stage and directly enter the second and third modification stages.

"Isn't there a risk that the modification might fail?"

It's true that hero-class ship girls have a 100% success rate on their first retrofit, but that doesn't mean that the second, third, and subsequent retrofits will always have the same 100% success rate.

The more times you attempt to modify a ship, the higher the chance of failure. This applies to hero-class ship girls like Vanguard.

In particular, the renovation plans designed by Adun and Hyperion were certainly not based on the avant-garde and normal historical development.

Charlotte, in any case, had no idea that there was a similar kinetic matrix technology in history.

"If the Chieftain takes action, there shouldn't be any concerns about that." Ever since Revelation was transformed into an Immortal ship girl and strolled through the Light of Kara in Adun, she had a vague understanding of what this Protoss Ark, Adun, possessed, and she had great faith in Adun's abilities.

"Then, if the core needs to be modified, then a formal modification of the channel is required?" Hearing what Reputation said, Charlotte stopped worrying about the possibility of the modification failing and began to care about the methods of modification. It seemed that he also agreed with Adun and Hyperion's modification of the Vanguard.

“Yes, it is indeed necessary.” After finding the introduction to the modification channel in the memories granted by the power of the world, Adun nodded in agreement with Charlotte’s statement.

“Reputation, is there a garrison nearby?” Charlotte asked her head maid.

"Let me see," said Reputation, glancing at the map. "There are no official naval bases around here, but there are a few fortified cities."

"A fortress city?" Charlotte's expression darkened upon hearing Reputation's words. "I remember the application process for entering the city is quite complicated."

“Having one shouldn’t be so complicated.” Reputation put away the map and said to Charlotte, “Currently, that fortress city is under the control of Tirpitz.”

"Tirpitz?" Charlotte immediately thought of the ship girl in the naval base who dragged her to play games all day long, then she immediately realized that the Tirpitz that Reign was talking about wasn't the one at home: "Reign, which one are you talking about?"

“We should use that one now,” Reputation said to Charlotte.

For ship girls whose ships have already been unloaded, the term "ship" can no longer be used.

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I'll probably update about ten chapters today, and after that, I'll have four chapters left in my drafts.

Chapter 201 Those Retired Ship Girls

There aren't many people in this world who can become admirals, at least not many admirals who have special admiral buffs and can lead ship girls to fight head-on against the deep-sea fleet.

Given that the Northern Deep Sea Fleet has fought wars for hundreds of years, and decades ago there was even a story of the Northern Deep Sea Fleet and the Pacific Governor-General going head-to-head and perishing together.

Even now, during this temporary period of peace, most admirals choose to be stationed in garrison bases along the border with the deep-sea territory.

Only a small number of admirals were assigned to guard certain important areas in the heart of human territory, such as certain high-tech research and development centers, certain newly developed mining areas, and certain important industrial zones.

Other places, such as some large islands that have been transformed into residential cities (which may have been part of a continent hundreds of years ago), and some less important industrial areas and agricultural production areas, are not protected by the admiral and his fleet.

Of course, this doesn't mean that these places are completely unprotected and just sitting there waiting for the deep-sea ship girls to come and sweep them up.

These places are guarded by retired ship girls or prospective ship girls who have just fused with ship equipment but have been determined to lack frontline combat capabilities and need to accumulate more experience.

Sometimes, even those with worse grades than Charlotte, who failed several times in a row and couldn't even become trainee admirals, would perform their duties in such places.

However, such people are rare. At least, there are no reserve admirals in the fortress city that Adon and his group are going to, which is relatively close to the Central Academy.

Even the prospective ship girls who were sent here to learn from the retired ship girls were few in number.

The reason is that the commander of the defense forces of this fortress city is a lazybones who could live with spiders. Even though he has entrusted his Tirpitz ship equipment to his successor, he still maintains his habit of staying at home.

Even though all the Tirpitz ship girls are known as "dried-up" ship girls, this one stationed in this fortress city... this retired ship girl is still considered one of the best among these "dried-up" ship girls.

It's simply incomprehensible how she managed to reach the minimum service age for ship girls while still being a Hero-class ship girl. Could it be that she only worked hard to upgrade herself to Hero-class just to enjoy the benefits of a high-ranking officer?

Especially when she was decommissioned, the way she found a successor was quite different. Unlike other decommissioned ship girls who were carefully considered, Tirpitz simply drew lots to decide who would inherit her ship equipment.

They didn't even conduct the slightest investigation.

"Where is the commander?" A prospective ship girl who had only recently arrived in this fortress city and hadn't yet realized how eccentric her superior was asked her only colleague in the office.

"Isn't she in her office?" The retired ship girl, who was cooking instant noodles with a steel rod during her shift, glanced at the commander's office door and asked curiously.

"Not here." The new ship prospective ship girl wanted to add that not only was the commander not here, but her office also looked like it hadn't been used by the ship for many years.

"Can we reach her by phone?" The retired ship girl, who had just sniffed her instant noodles and noticed that it was exactly time to eat, took out a pair of disposable chopsticks.

"I've tried calling several times but no one answers..." the new ship girl said somewhat disappointedly.

"Hmm..." The retired ship girl, who had just rolled up a ball of soaked instant noodles with chopsticks and stuffed it into her mouth, thought for a moment and asked, "Has PSX+1 released any new games recently?"

"Huh? Senior, you also play PSX+1?" The newbie ship girl was so surprised that she almost dropped the documents in her hand.

"I play a couple of rounds when I'm bored." The retired ship girl, after finishing her instant noodles with steel bars in one bite and then drinking the fuel soup from the noodles in another, answered with a completely unladylike burp.

"Hmm, let me think, it seems...it seems..." The new ship girl took out an Orange 4S phone from her ship equipment space, glanced at it, and said, "The game 'Shipman's Deep Sea Adventure' has a new expansion pack."

"Oh, that's right. You'll definitely find her at the Commander's house. She's probably trying to reach 100% game completion." The retired ship girl on duty, picking her teeth with a toothpick, said.

"Huh? But isn't it working hours now?" The new ship girl glanced at the time on her phone and asked curiously.

"Yes, this is our working hours, not the Commander's." The duty ship girl glanced at her watch and continued, "What do you want with the Commander?"

"There's an urgent port entry application; it needs to be given directly to the Commander," the rookie ship girl said, waving the document in her hand.

"Port entry application, where is the forward naval base?" The duty ship girl took the document from the rookie in front of her and continued while looking at it: "I admit that the normal approval process for fortress cities usually takes a long time, but in our... wait, Naval Base No. 233, the commander's hometown? Oh, no wonder."

"What's wrong?" the newbie ship girl asked, noticing the change in her senior's expression.

"Sigh, I was just thinking of writing a leave request. Looks like I'm going to be busy again." The retired ship girl said, handing the documents back to her junior after reading them.

"Busy already? Why?" A series of questions popped up above the newbie ship girl's head.

"Perhaps our commander has encountered one of the few things in her life that she must take seriously." As she spoke, the retired ship girl, who lived a mundane life as a civil servant in this fortified city, took out her phone and dialed a number.

"Hey? Where are you guys hanging out? Liulitun? Damn, why didn't you take me on a boat? What do you mean I don't have boat rights when I'm on duty? Can't I skip my shift?"

"Heh, checking for drunk driving? You think you can pull the barricades inside a shop? I may have lost my ship equipment, but I haven't become deaf!"

"Oh right, let's get down to business. Hurry up and come out of there to sober up. The commander will probably be looking for us soon."

"Do you think I'd lie to you? The Commander's family is here, yes, the ones from that Naval Base No. 233, understand?"

"So if you guys embarrass the Commander and end up being assigned to infiltrate the red-light district, don't blame me for not warning you ship crew."

After a barrage of words, the retired ship girl, satisfied with herself, hung up the phone. Seeing the new ship girl still standing beside her, she asked curiously, "What are you still standing here for? Go find the commander."

"Oh, oh, oh..." The novice ship girl, feeling a mix of emotions, rushed out of the office after being reminded by her senior, muttering to herself as she ran, "This is completely different from what the teacher taught me!"

Why are the experienced ship girls who patiently guide me like this? Can I really learn something useful from them and become a qualified official ship girl?

If the retired ship girl who was tidying up the instruments heard what this rookie ship girl was thinking, she would definitely chime in with a sarcastic remark: "We're all ship girls, why are you being so dramatic!"

Chapter 202 The Tirpitz

Most ship girls don't have high expectations for their living environment. After all, hundreds of years ago, when they were still those sea monsters, they didn't have beds that big either.

Able to meet daily resource acquisition needs and have a comfortable repair channel, even the British ship girls who care the most about their living environment can accept it.