My daily life in various anime crossovers can't possibly be this sci-fi.

"Ah, I don't know why either, I've just been in a good mood lately."

Honoka lay relaxed on the seat of the Nishikino family's black luxury car, squinting her eyes and making strange "hmm hmm" sounds in comfort.

The four members of the Muse—Maki Nishikino, Honoka Kousaka, Eli Ayase, and Kotori Minami—will travel to Alaska once again.

Based on the Foundation's research and application of anomalous events over the past century, they have gained a lot of experience in this area, including the period when an individual's control over their supernatural abilities and the intensity of their abilities develop most rapidly.

Generally speaking, individuals aged between fifteen and twenty-four years old develop the fastest.

Meanwhile, analysis of a large number of samples shows that the more "abnormal events" an individual encounters, the faster the development speed: this phenomenon can be compared to the fact that the more times you run dungeons in an online game, the faster you level up.

Therefore, sending outstanding high school students to the front lines of interdimensional development for auxiliary work has long been a tradition of the Foundation and the GOC. While this undoubtedly leads to a higher mortality rate, the increased mortality rate is negligible compared to the resulting benefits of increased growth efficiency.

In the face of extraordinary events, no one cares too much about the self-proclaimed "sacred and inviolable rights" of humankind.

However, the foundation has very comprehensive security measures and life protection for these "extra-staff trainees". Therefore, most high school students do not have a great fear of being sent to extra-dimensional training. On the contrary, they are very enthusiastic about such events: for them, going to another dimension is just like ordinary people going up the mountain to explore or going down the river to catch fish. Although there are dangers, they seem insignificant in comparison.

Honoka, who is excitedly chatting with Minami Kotori, can be considered a representative of high school students who hold the "fishing in the river" viewpoint.

Of course, not all Japanese high school students share her views.

Nishikino Maki subconsciously used a spiritual signal to ask Ayase Eli, who was sitting beside her with her eyes closed, "I heard before that the level of secrecy for this operation seems to be quite high? What exactly are they going to do?"

“I don’t think it’s necessary for us high school students to do anything with a ‘high-level secrecy’,” Eri smiled. “The reason it’s so high-level secrecy is probably because that world itself is very special.”

“I did some research before,” Maki said. “That place seems to be in a lot of chaos lately, so there’s a severe shortage of manpower in all aspects. It’s also said to be related to… the Nazi Party from decades ago.”

Ayase Eli frowned slightly, but quickly relaxed again.

“I’ve heard of that too.” Eri nodded. “It’s said that people from decades ago traveled to another dimension, gradually developed there, and now they have the idea of ​​counterattacking Earth.”

A small amount of magic was being transmitted between the two of them in a directed manner, and without the aid of highly specialized equipment, not even a trace of it could be leaked to the outside world.

“The Foundation’s mission seems to be to drive away these ghosts of the old era with the help of the locals.” Maki Nishikino shrugged. “Well, that’s more like the kind of work people like us should be doing.”

“Lately, I’ve been acting like an ordinary high school girl, singing and dancing on the playground, thinking all day about achieving my dreams, 'shining' and other such trivial things…” Nishikino Maki sighed, “It’s really meaningless. Sometimes I almost forget who I am…”

"Let me interject a little: it seems to me that Maki is quite enjoying this state, doesn't she?" Seeing this, Ayase Eli smiled slightly and reached out to poke Maki's shoulder.

"Enjoying it... that's impossible." Maki shook her head somewhat guiltily. "It just so happens that I don't find it that unpleasant, that's all..."

"Well, I don't think there's anything wrong with admitting you like this kind of thing, right?" Eri smiled and shook her head. "Isn't it natural for girls to like singing and dancing?"

"It's precisely so that everyone can think about these trivial things without any worries... that's why we have to risk our lives to fight. That's how I see it."

……

"...So we're going to Alaska again?"

While aboard a light transport plane belonging to the foundation, flying from Tokyo to Anchorage at 1.1 times the speed of sound, Jiang Jinghua asked the lifelike monkey beside him.

“Yes.” Dr. Briet the monkey nodded. “Although we’re still going to the ship girl dimension this time, it’s not the same one as last time. Although your teammates are still the same old acquaintances… the work you have to deal with this time is completely different.”

“I’ve read the briefing before… Nazis?” Jiang Jinghua smiled. “The tone of this is completely off…”

“Ha, I suggest that once you get there, you'd better forget all that old stuff like Panzer VIII tanks and V2 rockets,” Dr. Breit muttered. “These guys are nothing like the Third Reich of decades ago; they’re really something else. Who knows what they’ve been through in the last few decades…”

Jiang Jinghua shrugged: In this place full of anime characters, the sudden appearance of such a serious-looking enemy was a bit hard for him to understand.

Chapter 109, Section 110: The New World

Six hours later.

Anchorage, the Foundation's teleportation facility.

The massive dome, constructed of indestructible concrete, completely isolated the main structure of the underground facility from the chilling Alaskan winds. Three 700MW fusion generators powered a colossal transmission device—the size of an eight-story building—located in the center of the interior space, while also making the vast underground area unbearably warm.

Whenever Jiang Jinghua looked up at the star-studded, extremely complex alloy structures on the dome, which contained profound logical beauty, and the countless devices around him whose names and uses were completely indistinguishable, he could deeply feel the greatness of mankind as a civilization and the insignificance of the individual.

Similar to the interdimensional trip that happened some time ago that bound him and the nine members of μ's together, the group will also travel through that huge teleportation facility to a new world whose existence is separate from Earth itself.

Besides himself and the three people following behind him, he also saw thousands of other participants in the operation. They were lined up in neat rows, following regulations that were a hundred times stricter than airport security, and filed through one checkpoint after another toward the teleportation facility standing in the center of the space.

"Why is the line so long..." Honoka Kousaka lamented, "So boring, so boring, so boring..."

“This time it’s a centralized operation directed by the foundation, which is obviously different from the previous situation where it was like individual tourists traveling alone,” Jiang Jinghua explained.

The foundation's personnel occupied the space in three directions: east, south, and north, but the situation on the west side was completely different.

That's the registration area for the clock tower staff.

Unlike the foundation staff who were all dressed in uniform, they were mostly dressed in various styles of luxurious clothing. Regardless of gender, they all looked like gentlemen carefully selected from European courts.

Maki, Eri, and Honoka are all classified as Foundation personnel, but Kotori Minami is classified as belonging to the Clock Tower because of her father.

Looking at the group on the west side not far away, Nishikino Maki exclaimed in surprise, "The Clock Tower actually sent so many people... This is quite unexpected."

“If you look closely and use magic to see more clearly, you’ll find that there are actually very few young people.” Eri smiled somewhat maliciously. “There isn’t much fresh blood left in the Clock Tower that needs training. Most of the people sent here now are old men who have not been successful in the industry and are looking to get a share of the pie.”

Eri's tone was clearly contemptuous: she seemed to have no intention of hiding her disdain for the Clock Tower, and even for the entire traditional magic world.

Maki and Eri mostly talked about serious topics, while Honoka, who had completely relaxed and treated this mission as a vacation, focused her attention on trivial matters.

"Hey, Jinghua-jun," she gently tugged at Jiang Jinghua's sleeve, "There are so many people!"

"It's not strange that there are so many people, is it?" Jiang Jinghua replied, handing his ID to the staff at the first checkpoint.

"It's not that strange... but when I think about my current identity, I always have feelings like, 'Wow, I'm a superhero!'" Honoka said with some disappointment as she looked at the dense crowd in front of her. "So seeing so many colleagues always makes me feel like my dreams have been shattered."

"Fighting anomalies isn't something a single superhero can do; it would require thousands upon thousands of superheroes. That's perfectly normal, isn't it?"

Jiang Jinghua passed through the checkpoint and received his credentials back from the staff.

"But there's nothing wrong with that!" Honoka said to Jiang Jinghua with a smile after passing through the checkpoint. "Knowing that I'm just an ordinary person, I can still work hard for something extraordinary. That's one of my few strengths, isn't it?"

Following them were Maki Nishikino and Eli Ayase.

"There are still many checkpoints ahead," Maki said, pointing to the throngs of people in the distance. "Let's quicken our pace a bit."

……

Southeast route, "Ironblood" fleet defense zone, Emden-Cyth Islands.

The situation is not good.

The light cruiser HMS Königsberg, part of the Emden garrison squad, thought to itself.

Her condition was so poor that anyone who wasn't blind could clearly see it. A full 30% of her external attachments were completely inoperable, and the torpedo tubes mounted on her left arm had been lost in the previous round of shelling.

"Seventy percent of the leg keel structure has lost its function... The drive unit's power has dropped to sixty percent of its original level. Sigh, now we really have nowhere to go..."

Because the propulsion system was operating at a lower-than-expected level, most of the Königsberg's legs were already submerged. The splashes from the propulsion system were obscuring her vision, making target acquisition even more difficult.

However, this was nothing to worry about. The enemy she was facing didn't require much detection capability to be clearly identified.

At 11 o'clock, 0.9 kilometers away: the enormous steel monster hovering on the sea surface, a true behemoth far larger than the largest "Fortress-class Deep Sea Fleet," is one of the enemies that Emden's squad is doing everything in its power to stop.

Four Narvik-class destroyers, and one true Königsberg-class light cruiser.

Those are not "ship girls," the rulers of the sea, created by entirely new technologies beyond human comprehension, but rather true naval behemoths from the pre-deep-sea era.

The deafening explosions of shells echoed repeatedly within a radius of dozens of meters around her: a deathly symphony played by 37mm machine guns. Approaching the blast point was undoubtedly suicidal: the other five ship girls in her sixth squad had already been torn to shreds by the heatwave from the shells.

She had witnessed the naval firepower of the pre-deep-sea era firsthand: in the face of ship girls created with "deep-sea alloys" that were centered around the "Mind Cube" and completely surpassed the possibilities of existing human metallurgical industry, those weapons that relied on simple chemical explosives to provide power were no different from water guns.

but……

"Well!"

A shrapnel flew from the explosion point not far away and pierced Königsberg's abdomen at an angle.

The hardened outer shell of the ship's equipment was easily torn apart like a piece of cardboard: this means that the flying shrapnel had at least the power of a secondary gun of a "heavy cruiser" class ship girl firing continuously.

"Retreat! Repeat! Retreat!" The commander's scream blared through the radio. "Immediately withdraw..."

The radio conversation was drowned out by a high-pitched whistling sound.

Königsberg did not hear the last telegram from the commander.

The last thing she saw during her short life as a naval equine soldier was a bomber with its wings raised, swooping down from above her, emitting a devilish, ear-piercing scream and spitting deadly tongues of fire from the underside of its wings.

A full twelve machine gun shells, equivalent to the frontal firepower of a light cruiser's main guns, tore the Königsberg's ship rigging to pieces like a shredded piece of waste paper. The ship rigging drive unit on her back was thus transformed into a bright fireball, and she and her fifty-seven comrades vanished in the waters of the "Ironblood" faction's territory.

Five warships, truly from another dimension and flying crimson swastika flags, are taking over the seas that were once ruled by girls.

Chapter 110, Section 111: War Games

Meanwhile, 68 kilometers away, on Greens Island.

"Welcome to this plane. Like most ship girl planes, this is also a plane where the ocean dominates the area. Human civilization relies on combat weapons that defy common sense, called 'ship girls,' to wage an endless battle on the sea surface against an enemy codenamed 'Abyss'..." Dr. Briette was rambling on.

Jiang Jinghua and his group are currently located near the administrative center, Sector A-1, on Greens Island. Mid- to high-rise concrete buildings in the style of the 20th century are ubiquitous here. Fully armed guards patrol the streets with rifles, and a chilling atmosphere hangs over the entire island…

"Excuse me, I'd like to interrupt for a moment." Jiang Jinghua pointed to a convenience store not far away with a huge sign hanging at the entrance that read "Top-up for all types of accounts, public video call connection, electronic product repair," and asked, "...Excuse me, what's the deal with this store?"

Across from the convenience store, a hostel prominently displayed a huge sign that read "Wi-Fi available," and the newsstand outside was filled with comic book magazines in its window. Time travelers dressed in brightly colored modern clothing strolled around the streets, chatting and laughing... There were even couples, acting as if they were simply shopping.

“Ah, those things…” Dr. Briet, perched on the giant robot’s shoulder, shrugged. “You can tell, right? They were all caused by us transmigrators.”

The patrolling soldiers, rifles in hand, glanced at the various stalls and the chatting and laughing transmigrators, their expressions a mixture of envy, helplessness, and disdain. Most of the time, these dutiful soldiers could only pretend not to see these clueless transmigrators.

"It looks amazing!" Honoka's eyes lit up. Although this level of prosperity was nothing compared to Earth, it was enough for Honoka, who loved excitement.

“Since I am now acting alongside you—” Dr. Breitle said to Jiang Jinghua and the others, “you should realize that you five are not like these transmigrators wandering the streets, here to roam freely. I will take you to the Ironblood Supreme Command for this region to report later…”

Before Jiang Jinghua transmigrated here, he had listened to a report with the four members of μ's.

The ruling body of this plane is an "alliance" composed of four major factions: "Iron Blood," "White Eagle," "Royal," and "Sakura Empire," plus some smaller factions (basically parodies of various countries in this plane).

The authorities of this plane have been in a state of high tension and martial law since their establishment forty-five years ago: because the Deep Sea Fleet has been launching endless attacks on human territory without any justification, all industries in this plane have been developed for direct military purposes.

This is evident from the ubiquitous low-rise concrete buildings. These buildings, known for their resilience, low cost, and rapid construction, are clearly a type specifically designed for war.

After a brief handover, everyone boarded jeeps from the local command center and headed towards their destination four kilometers away.

"..." In the car, Nishikino Maki was staring blankly at her phone.

Jiang Jinghua looked out the car window. The walls of the rows of low buildings were mostly bare gray, and the only visible murals were propaganda posters painted with crude advertising paint.

There were hardly any shops on the streets, and almost no pedestrians either.