Chapter 60

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60. The Tradition of Subordinates Overthrowing Superiors

After leaving the kitchen, which was Sacramento's stronghold, No. 110's face was as dark as water, leading the battle group's shipgirls towards the second building of the base. Plan Ship No. 1, whose secret had been exposed, followed obediently with her head down. Plan Ship No. 2, on the other hand, completely ignored the matter, munching on a hard piece of rye bread with a deadpan expression. As for No. 111, being a newcomer, she naturally followed behind No. 110. And if you ask about the other person? They were just there for the ride, so ignore them.

"The situation is now clear," said No. 110, who had once been the secretary ship of the admiral countless times, her face dark. She no longer had the gentle and elegant demeanor of a Yamato Nadeshiko but instead had a cold and ruthless air, as if she were in the Great Inner Palace.

"Sacramento is standing by, and the actions of Enterprise and the others are almost set in stone. Seawolf is too indecisive; her loyalty to the admiral has clouded her judgment."

"In that case, I cannot back down. We must find a new ally."

No. 110 said this.

"Hmm..."

Looking at the passionate sister in front of her, then at the scattered and disorganized companions around her, and thinking about the current factional struggles and mutual attacks within the base, No. 111 couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

This must be a systemic issue, No. 111 thought deeply.

Moreover, the whole situation seemed to be getting increasingly bizarre. What about the promised battles of cute girls against the Abyssal Fleet, composing a cute and exciting symphony? How did it turn into this kind of intrigue and betrayal?

But after a day of ups and downs (which sounded a bit strange), No. 111 felt she had matured a lot and was now indifferent to this bizarre situation. After all, the worst that could happen was death or dismantling. If she was going to die, she might as well follow the crowd.

When the law doesn't punish the masses, even if she were to die, she could drag a few others down with her. The idea of Yamato Nadeshiko was dead. This day had truly broadened No. 111's horizons. What nonsense was this about unity and friendship? This place was clearly a jungle where the capable eat the meat and the unlucky share the burden. Why not just enjoy the madness?

But why did the admiral look so pale? No. 111 finally understood. But now she was struggling to take care of herself, let alone worry about the admiral's health.

"But, speaking of which, don't you think we're getting a bit off-topic? Weren't we supposed to fight the Abyssals?"

No. 111 thought for a moment and suddenly asked Plan Ship No. 2 beside her.

"It's fine, just get used to it."

Plan Ship No. 2, with a deadpan expression, continued munching on her rye bread.

"You need to get used to it. Whether it's the Abyssals or your comrades, they are all potential enemies. If necessary, they should be sent to Siberia to plant potatoes. In extreme cases, a purge is needed."

"To maintain the purity of the organization, you must act decisively. Clearing out half of the shipgirls in the base will boost productivity and loyalty."

No, don't talk about others, but you must have some issues too, right?

No. 111 looked at the girl beside her with a horrified expression.

But Plan Ship No. 2 shrugged without any self-awareness, continuing to eat and walk without a care.

Hey, hey, hey, it feels like there's not a single normal person in this fleet? Why has everyone become like this? Eh? Didn't the admiral say the fleet was supposed to be full of love and harmony? Even if there's no love and harmony, it shouldn't come to this level of mutual sabotage, right? This is just trying to kill each other.

And looking at the admiral, the factional struggles on our side are considered mild? What do severe factional struggles look like? Sword fights? Oh, Mom, can I be dismantled?

But wait, I don't have a mom, do I...? Who should I call? The admiral?

"Everyone, be quiet, we're here."

Just as No. 111's inner monologue was becoming more and more skilled, No. 110 suddenly stopped and said to those behind her.

"Here is...?"

Looking at the somewhat eerie ground ahead, No. 111 asked in confusion.

It was clear that, based on the road layout, there should have been a large building ahead. But strangely, there was no building. Instead, there was a white, somewhat oppressive cement ground.

It looked like a scene reflected from a lake, with a layer of surreal light covering the white cement ground. Countless glowing lights continuously spread from below to the air. There were four pipes, sealed tightly, inserted into the cement ground, seemingly constantly supplying something.

This was less like near-future sci-fi and more like magic. At least, when No. 111 saw the cement ground, the word "magic" immediately came to mind.

Yes, magic.

Only magic could describe this miraculous place that shouldn't exist in the world.

"This is the location of the admiral's other summoning gate."

As a former secretary ship and a witness to the admiral's many tragic large constructions, No. 110 naturally knew the culprit that had caused the admiral to sigh and suffer from multiple heart attacks.

But it was undeniable that the voice within the light gate was a wise one, the person most capable of turning the tide in the entire base. Without a doubt. Just the subspace field she emitted was enough to sink the entire building. And it was thanks to the remote data she provided that No. 001 could repair so many things.

Absolutely safe, because she couldn't come out. Absolutely powerful, because her mere aftereffects could cause the building to sink. Absolutely neutral, because in her eyes, all shipgirls were the same, mere cannon fodder, not worth mentioning.

And such a person is the easiest to persuade.

"Since Enterprise and the others are so unrighteous, we shouldn't blame us. I'll ask the true senior what she thinks. This will be our future goal."

Looking at the ground that resembled water ripples, No. 110 sighed and walked forward, bowing.

"Miss DS-1, you already know the details, right?"

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