Chapter 49

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49. I Want to See Him

Inside the abandoned warship was actually a small port specifically designed to gather shipgirls.

In reality, because shipgirls are humanoid, those large anchorages are no longer practical. Unless it's a combined fleet or governor's office, most are small island bases or even mobile bases.

This abandoned Guam base was gradually organized by the admiral and the shipgirls of the entire base. Although it looks dilapidated, it has everything.

Several narrow waterways extended from the open door. Wearing glasses and a white coat, No. 001 stood on a platform, smiling at the shipgirls slowly returning to their berths and disarming their weapons. Her expression was indescribable, as if she was looking forward to something.

After all the shipgirls had disarmed and climbed up the iron ladders to the internal armor plates, No. 001 clapped her hands and adjusted her glasses. Looking at the tired shipgirls around her, she grinned and said in a sharp voice,

"Oh, everyone has worked hard. Although sorties are tiring and troublesome, there are even more tiring and troublesome sortie reports to fill out, so please bear with it."

"…Where is he?"

Still standing in the water, Northern Abyss looked around the empty surroundings and frowned.

"Ah, if you're asking about the admiral, he's already sleeping," No. 001 said, taking the weapons from the other shipgirls and placing them in a special container. She looked at Northern Abyss standing in the water with a subtle smile.

"Because he didn't sleep at all last night, the admiral is now resting in his room. After all, the admiral is not a weapon like us; he is just a human. So his sleep is necessary."

"I want to see him."

"Then, the admiral is currently—"

"I want to see him."

Northern Abyss's indifferent voice quickly overpowered No. 001, and she said firmly,

"I want to see him."

"…"

Looking at Northern Abyss, No. 001 sighed.

"Then, please go ahead."

The girl on the platform shrugged, a mischievous smile on her face.

"If you can successfully get there, you can. We won't stop you."

"Is that so?"

Northern Flagship raised an eyebrow and walked towards the deck.

'Crack'

But the moment she stepped onto the deck, everyone heard a strange, crisp sound.

"…"

Looking at her black boots cracking, Northern Abyss frowned. But she quickly stopped thinking about it and walked into the warship.

Leaving the water and coming to human land would cause damage to the Abyssals. Unlike shipgirls, these pure deep-sea fleets are monsters that the land does not like. Therefore, they cannot avoid the damage to their bodies.

Hating the land, disliking humans, and destroying everything except the sea—this is the fate of the deep-sea fleets. Other shipgirls can walk freely on land, but the Abyssals cannot. Other shipgirls can live happily in the sunlight, but the Abyssals cannot. Because they are demons and invaders, they are naturally despised by the earth.

Scientifically speaking, it's because the deep-sea fleets' abnormality is incompatible with the land, leading to a physical breakdown. But others are more inclined to believe this explanation.

The Abyssals cannot come to land because they are the rulers of the sea.

Every step felt like an invisible file was torturing her. Her body continuously made a cracking sound. Northern Abyss still had a blank expression as she walked deeper into the base.

Walking out of the scrap warship, through the official port area, and into the center of the base, all the shipgirls who saw this scene instinctively made way, staring blankly at the majestic Northern Abyss. Especially when they saw the trail of black and purple fragments left behind, they looked at the embarrassed No. 001 with disbelief.

"Hey, don't you think you're being a bit too harsh?"

Enterprise, who was following behind, lowered her voice and said to the sweating, pale No. 001, who looked like she had done something terrible: "I always feel that if she goes to the admiral, she might die there... Her body is disintegrating, you know."

"This can't be my fault, right? I just wanted her to give up!"

Facing Enterprise's questioning, No. 001 was also flustered, regretfully tapping her head and speaking in a low voice.

'The admiral hasn't slept for two days, I just wanted him to sleep longer! Who knew she couldn't even wait? I just wanted to make a good impression, but who knew she would be so determined? This is different from what I imagined!'

'And who would risk their life to see an enemy? That's completely impossible, right? No matter what I do, I feel like I've done something wrong!'

'But letting her go like this isn't even more wrong?'

'I can't help it! How can I change it? What should I say?'

"Over there, the two of you."

Hearing the argument behind her, Northern Abyss stopped and turned her head.

The scar on her forehead had bled, and the blood-stained face, paired with the pale complexion, somehow had a striking beauty.

Ah, right, she is also a beauty...

Looking at the pitiful Northern Abyss, Enterprise and the others suddenly had this inappropriate thought.

"First, let me correct one point: we are not enemies, but trading partners at another level." Northern Abyss seriously rebutted, "Second, please give me two seawater bags for movement. If this continues, I might die on land. That's not the outcome we want."

"Also, please rest assured about the rest. I'm just going to correct the information I gave last night. This is a deal. I won't wake that person up, thank you."

"…"

This is the first time being asked for help by a deep-sea flagship...

Looking at the blood-covered Northern Abyss flagship, the two shipgirls instinctively nodded.

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