Chapter 100

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‘It failed...’

Looking at the pale light on the ceiling, No. 111 sighed softly.

Although she had been mentally prepared, when faced with this situation, No. 111 still felt a slight tightness in her chest, as if something was blocking it.

There were so many things she wanted to say to the admiral, but she couldn't bring herself to say any of them.

Even she didn't know why, but when she faced the admiral at that moment, No. 111 simply saluted calmly and returned to this warehouse according to the original plan. It wasn't until she sat in the chair and looked at the pale light that she felt her soul return to her body.

It had been about four hours since they first saw the Southern Deep Sea flagship.

During this not-so-short time, the admiral and No. 001 did only one thing in the port command room: search. They continuously used the ultra-high-speed submersible to search the Hawaiian waters.

This wasn't because the admiral was two-faced, saying he trusted others but still acting honestly. It wasn't that at all. As a person, the admiral was unusually trusting of words.

The reason for the admiral's caution was that the Deep Sea's judgment often differed from that of humans.

What might be marked as non-human artifacts by the Deep Sea might not be so for humans. Out of caution, the admiral couldn't just rely on the words of the Deep Sea adjutant and had to use the submersible to search the Hawaiian waters.

As a product equipped with countless ancient technologies and integrated with the subspace abilities of the shipgirls, the submersible's processing speed and forward speed were beyond what ordinary people could imagine.

After bidding farewell to the still hesitant Southern Deep Sea, the admiral and No. 001 quickly searched the coordinates. To be on the safe side, not only did the admiral become cautious, but No. 001 also spat out the dried fish in her mouth and operated the control panel with a serious expression, hoping to find some useful fragments of the grand ruins.

In fact, the submersible's performance was unexpectedly good, and it only took about two hours to search the surrounding waters and create a three-dimensional model.

However, there were no traces of ancient artifacts.

At least during the time No. 111 had been accompanying the admiral, there were none.

The ocean floor was filled with endless coral and marine life, as well as the remains that had long since become homes for microorganisms and fish. There was nothing else.

It was as if the Deep Sea cemetery they had just faced was an illusion. Compared to the cemetery where time had stopped, time here was clearly flowing normally. Countless reefs and fish had completely devoured the last treasures of ancient humans.

"… The original location has been reached. A high-quality deep-water port has been discovered, but there are no traces of artificial objects."

"Continue to investigate the surroundings."

"Yes."

And so it went for a while.

"Anomalies have been detected, identified as the remains of an ancient human warship. However, due to seawater corrosion, it cannot be approached. What should we do, Admiral?"

"… Continue searching."

"Yes."

Such conversations had been repeated dozens of times in front of No. 111.

The admiral's originally radiant face gradually became calm, then gloomy, and finally expressionless. No. 111 saw all of this but couldn't say anything, and neither could the admiral himself.

Because the idea that they would find something at Pearl Harbor was the admiral's own wishful thinking. How could he blame others? It was just an assumption. Disappointment was inevitable.

After the fourth search, when the entire port command room fell into silence, No. 111 instinctively asked to be dismissed. She walked out in a daze and only realized what she had done when she slumped into a chair. But now, if she wanted to go back, it would be too late and meaningless. Because there was nothing there except a port.

"Ah… I see…"

Plan Ship No. 1, who had originally looked awkward, nodded solemnly and managed to force a smile, patting No. 111's shoulder.

"Such things are bound to happen. It shouldn't have been there in the first place. We just assumed there would be something good there. Perhaps the Northern Deep Sea just thought it was a safe place, and from the results, it was indeed quite safe."

"That's true."

The old flagship, Enterprise, quickly adjusted and nodded lightly.

"This kind of disappointment has happened more than once or twice. The admiral should have gotten used to it by now. It's fine, it will be better in a few days. For us, this is quite common."

"Moreover, for us, ancient human technology and resources can't be immediately utilized. The situation isn't as dire as you think. It's just our bad luck, nothing serious. Just take it easy."

"You're right. But…"

No. 111 bit her lip and shook her head silently.

In that environment shaped by geological changes, the Deep Sea wouldn't appear in the short term. If it was safe, it was indeed a safe place.

And for the current base, ancient human technology wasn't something that needed to be rushed.

But for No. 111, none of this mattered.

What she cared about wasn't whether Pearl Harbor existed or not, but that the man felt disappointed. His mood was very bad. No. 111 only cared about this. Whether Pearl Harbor existed or not was irrelevant to her.

Just seeing the admiral like that made No. 111 unable to remain calm. Just because of this simple reason, she felt unusually tired.

Even if the admiral was fine, she felt it was unacceptable.

Because she was the secretary ship of the Guam base, the admiral's closest shipgirl.

‘I have to think of a way to comfort the admiral.’

She rubbed her eyes, looked at the pale fluorescent light, and subconsciously bit her lip. (To be continued)