Chapter 61

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61. This World Is Like Dust in My Eyes

'...Boring.'

A voice as desolate and void as space slowly echoed in everyone's mind.

Was it a vibration? Or a soul's plea? A hollow and desolate aura permeated from everyone's bones to their blood, making them shiver involuntarily.

No radio equipment was used, nor any special sound device. It was as if manipulating everyone's brain waves, the desolate voice gradually resonated in each person's mind. And as time passed, it became clearer.

'Your narrow world, boring.'

'Your ugly struggles, boring.'

'Everything about you, boring.'

'So boring...'

The desolate and restless tone in the hollow voice was unmistakable.

Everyone knew how powerful the shipgirl in the portal was. Her strength was on a different level compared to other shipgirls.

But unfortunately, it was like a curse from heaven. Her body could never appear in this world. Even the existence of her consciousness required countless resources from the admiral to barely seep through the portal.

The leaked consciousness condensed into the illusory mirror lake in front of everyone. Just like the subspace ripples around the Enterprise when it was angry, as long as DS-1's consciousness existed here, her surroundings would naturally form this mirror space that devoured the world, like a real illusion.

To her, everything in this world was too fragile. So fragile that her consciousness couldn't fully manifest in this world, only barely surviving.

No one could even imagine what kind of warship this shipgirl represented.

All they could do was listen to her voice.

'Your perspectives are too narrow...'

The voice sounded as if it had traveled for ten thousand years.

'Confined to this insignificant, dilapidated island, you harbor animosity towards your comrades over trivial matters. You can't even comprehend how vast this world truly is. Have you ever seen the stars and galaxies vanish at your fingertips?'

'This tiny planet could be reduced to dust with a single strike. What meaning do your struggles have under the heavens? None at all.'

'This world is like dust in my eyes.'

"We are here to seek help."

Listening to the voice in his mind, No. 110 steeled himself, changed his tone, and bowed deeply to the mirrored ground, adopting a humble posture as if seeking guidance from a celestial being. He then signaled with a sharp look for those behind him to bow as well.

Thinking of the possibility of a future counterattack, the other shipgirls also respectfully lowered their heads, adopting a posture of kneeling until they received a response, as if visiting a hermit three times.

"I don't know what to do. The flagship is hiding things from the admiral, the secretary ship is concealing coordinates, and the execution team is planning diving equipment. The admiral knows nothing about all this. The only one who can turn the tide, Sacramento, is standing by. The only person we can turn to for help is you."

'...'

Faced with the five people bowing and praying, DS-1 remained silent for a long time.

After a while, the desolate voice gradually echoed in their minds.

'No matter how much you imagine, you can't understand the grandeur of the cosmos. These pitiful souls bound by gravity can only think of seeking help from others.'

DS-1 spoke in her unique way in everyone's mind. The desolate feeling resonated with No. 111, though not in the sense of the cosmos, but simply because she couldn't stand the resonance of these lunatics.

Although she felt the thoughts and speech were a bit middle-schoolish, this was a normal person! Even if middle-schoolish, she was a normal person! She thought these lunatics were just crazy! Why did they have to engage in internal factional struggles? Why not just listen to the admiral? After so long, this was the only normal person she had seen!

Hearing DS-1's sigh, No. 111 was almost moved to tears. She nodded repeatedly at the reprimand, almost crying with gratitude, which left the others around her puzzled.

"Is this kid under too much pressure, or is her brain broken?"

"Very likely, that's the case."

It's your brains that are broken, not mine!

Looking at the two Soviet-class shipgirls' pitying gazes, No. 111 almost got so angry that she wanted to blast them with a 46 cm gun.

'Go to the cafeteria now.'

The desolate voice suddenly said.

'All problems can be solved with time.'

'Whether it's the things you worry about or the things that man worries about, in a week, that annoying little girl will bring everything.'

Annoying little girl... referring to the Northern Abyss, right?

"I understand, have a pleasant time."

'Being confined here, does it really make a difference how you spend your time?'

"…I'm very sorry."

Faced with DS-1's ethereal and lonely voice, No. 110 could only bow stiffly, signaling the others to follow him to the cafeteria. The other clowns were all relieved, quickly leaving this oppressive place at a brisk pace.

'You're the new girl, right?'

Just as No. 111 was about to leave, the mysterious voice echoed in her mind again, making her stop involuntarily.

'Don't panic, you can continue walking. My power hasn't weakened to the point where I can't cover this small island. No one else can hear our conversation, only the two of us know.' The hollow voice resonated in No. 111's mind, making her nod obediently.

'Considering you're new, I'll give you a free piece of advice.'

The ethereal, hollow voice gradually became more serious.

'Never, ever, ever underestimate your admiral.'

'That's all the advice I have.'

"…Huh?"

What are you talking about? And you only said three sentences to me?

Before No. 111 could say anything in protest, she could feel that the powerful presence had left. The mysterious shipgirl casually told No. 111 this possibly unimportant message, leaving the new girl feeling somewhat absurd.

How could a shipgirl underestimate the admiral? For shipgirls, the admiral is the most important person, right? Does underestimating the admiral refer to something else? Combat? Reconnaissance? Or something else?

"What are you dawdling over there? Let's go eat."

"Oh, oh!"

Responding, No. 111 stopped thinking and followed along, shaking her head.

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