Chapter 32

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"Seriously, is there something wrong with this port?"

"Finally arrived..."

Looking at the suddenly open bay, gazing at the sea shimmering with a blue-green light, the admiral took a long breath, a look of relief appearing on his face.

Although the abandoned naval base is called "abandoned," it is not particularly small. The distance from the manufacturing plant to the port area is quite long. For the shipgirls, it might not be much, but for the admiral, who had not slept all night and was feeling the fatigue from the mental shock, he was already experiencing a slight dizziness.

After all, he is just an ordinary human. No matter how much he trains, his physical condition cannot compare to that of the shipgirls. In terms of mental willpower, he believes he is not inferior to anyone, but in terms of physical differences, the admiral can only regretfully admit his failure.

"If you're really tired, Admiral, you can go back to the dormitory and sleep after the fleet sets out. The Haihu can handle it, and our logistics team has good independent operation capabilities."

"I'm fine, I don't have any major issues."

The admiral waved his hand at 001, who was walking backward with her hands in her pockets.

"Compared to these issues, I'm more concerned about your equipment configuration."

"Ah, the first-generation external sortie regulations have been abandoned. Those high-pressure shells can cause significant mental stress to the shipgirls. Although the 800mm giant cannons can fire very far, the mental pressure and burden are also severe."

Wisely, 001 did not mention the physical issues, pushing up her glasses as she continued to walk slowly toward the port.

"So, I discussed the correction issues with 691 and the others. In short, we decided to abandon the high-altitude shooting assault type. The giant cannons, projectiles, and these will cause extreme subspace impacts, putting significant mental pressure on us. Even when we land, our combat effectiveness is less than one-tenth of our usual, even if it's just for a moment, it's still dangerous."

"Considering the above, I exchanged information with the expedition team. From the scrap, we found a perfect substitute. It can travel at over 370 kilometers per hour and has a long standby time. If the propellant is set correctly, the endurance is not a problem."

"… But is the reconnaissance direction okay?"

"Eh?!"

A light voice suddenly came from behind the two, making 001 jump. She looked back in disbelief at the white figure.

"Sacramento, you're still here? I thought you had already left."

"Is my presence really zero?"

Sacramento looked confused.

"Although I want to argue with you about this, now is the time to talk about serious matters. It doesn't matter to me, but the weapon issues still need to be reported to the admiral, right?"

"Ah, that's true."

001 nodded, glancing at the admiral who was suppressing a yawn.

"In short, it's hard to describe its operation with words. But I can assure you that this unconventional assault method can not only be used as a transport device but also as a high-compression guided weapon for special use by the shipgirls."

"Come in."

001 walked to a cement floor that looked different from the surrounding ground and stomped down hard. A wave of energy instantly transmitted underground, activating some parts.

With a somewhat numb expression, the admiral watched as the cement floor slowly rose. Amid the grinding of gears and the hiss of steam, a steam-punk style elevator emerged, lifting the cement slab to the surface.

"This is my latest renovated underground mechanical factory at the port."

Standing on the cement slab, 001, in her white long coat, pushed up her glasses proudly, pointing at the elevator.

"Perfectly utilizing steam power and mechanics, forged in the art of fire, this is the supreme product. It is seamlessly integrated with the port's launch platform and bay, ensuring no worries about sortieing and defense. Truly a perfect workshop!"

"Ah, is that so..."

What should I do? My shipgirls seem to have some issues.

Watching 001, who looked satisfied as she jumped down and entered the elevator, the admiral was too lazy to ask why she was using this thing when there were generators.

Anyway, asking would be meaningless. He was already numb to such situations. As long as the shipgirls are happy, that's all that matters. He doesn't understand technology, so maybe this is some advanced tech with incredible capabilities? Trust them.

"Ah, right, Sacramento, hold onto the admiral tightly now."

"Like this?"

Sacramento, looking confused, hugged the admiral, pressing her body closely against his. The kind of embrace that would make lovers blush, but the participants felt nothing.

"Yes, just like that. Now come in." The third party watching from the side showed no emotion, fiddling with some red and green buttons that looked quite unsettling. Then, she pulled a lever.

The brass elevator screeched, spraying steam in all directions. The entire elevator cage trembled as if it were about to fall apart, the gears whirring loudly. The flickering light made the admiral's face turn pale, as if he were a Buddha in a dilapidated temple, seeing through everything.

"This is still a prototype, and I need to maintain its operation. The task of protecting the admiral is up to you. If you don't protect him, the admiral might not wake up for a while."

"Then let's go."

Facing the control panel with a series of white arcs, 001 smiled and punched it. With a sharp crack, the admiral only had time to catch a last glimpse of the blue sky before the sensation of weightlessness made everything go black.

Sacramento must be the last conscience among the shipgirls, right?

Feeling the warmth of the girl beside him, the admiral couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart. The bitter feeling mixed with the weightlessness and the pain in his liver formed a taste that was hard to describe.

... Am I about to vomit?

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