Chapter 78

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78. Stealing a Half Day of Leisure

"Blank tile."

"Chow. Four Bamboos."

"Hmm... Nine Bamboos."

"Kong, Five Circles. I'll discard the One Bamboo then."

Casually discarding the green mahjong tile in her hand, No. 110 sighed, sipped the tea beside her, and looked at the slowly rotating electric fan above her head, feeling a bit bored.

The other three, Plan Ship No. 1, Plan Ship No. 2, and Montana, also looked idle, sitting cross-legged on the mat, frowning at the mahjong tiles in front of them, almost lighting a cigarette.

Because they had nothing to do anymore.

Like a rapidly spinning top that suddenly stopped, they still felt a sense of inertia urging them to do something.

But looking around, the entire base was peaceful. There was no need for their combat forces. In the current era of fully liberated productivity, going out to sea for battles was undoubtedly useless, especially since they couldn't retrieve their comrades.

Theoretically, after each battle, there was a certain chance of attracting some special subspace fragments, which would then produce a new companion. However, this had never been seen in the entire Imagination Fleet. The admiral had some hope, but after No. 111's judgment, the possibility of going out to sea was firmly denied.

'First, we need to tackle industry, then expand the borders. The deep sea is there, and it's always the same amount every month. So, let's focus on industry for the next two weeks, and then we can do whatever we want.'

Thus, in this reasonable statement, the combat team temporarily went on hold, and they were now idly playing mahjong in the dormitory.

"But speaking of which."

Ah, North Wind.

Plan Ship No. 1, with a fish bone in her mouth, casually discarded a North Wind tile.

"No. 111 is really capable, quickly organizing the entire base. She didn't even look at the rules before discarding them. Should we say she has a broad mind or that she has a bold spirit?"

"My sister is probably the type who can't tolerate waste. After all, she never truly appeared in history due to various reasons."

After all, we are different from the tears or tragedies of our era.

No. 110 muttered, sipping her tea.

"Breaking the restrictions on the military-industrial complex, allowing us to transition to civilian machinery. Then, seeking technological reserves from Miss DS-1 for energy reform. Should we say she's daring and bold, or is it just that ignorance is bliss?"

"But the admiral's idea is to make everyone happy. Perhaps the appearance of the Hawaiian waters has given the admiral new hope. After all, the admiral is known for being good at gambling. Maybe he's preparing for the next Northern assault, as Enterprise mentioned."

"After all, if we really develop, the Northern Deep Sea won't be able to hide. Our situation will become a bit delicate..."

"Don't think too much about it."

Plan Ship No. 1 glared at No. 110, dissatisfied. She casually pushed the mahjong tiles away, no longer wanting to continue. She began to stare intently at the clouds floating in the sky, her face showing a rare seriousness.

"It was just a hypothesis. There's no evidence that other intelligent Deep Sea entities are monitoring us. Those are just speculations."

"Anyway, Enterprise and No. 111's conclusion is to just try it out."

No. 110 shrugged indifferently.

"Liberate productivity, expand the production team, and then expand the military, extending the maritime borders. Before, it was just our fleet, but now it could be two, three, five, or even more. But, can they tolerate one fleet, or ten?"

Although she used 'they,' it was clear who No. 110 was referring to. In this world, there are intelligent Deep Sea ships beyond just the Northern Deep Sea flagship.

The Northern Deep Sea flagship, for various reasons, has aligned with the admiral, even willing to abandon its principles and engage in treason. But what about the other Deep Sea entities? They are certainly not as easy to deal with as the Northern Deep Sea. At least, all known intelligent Deep Sea entities have a deep hatred for shipgirls.

A single fleet can be considered a harassment force, not requiring a large force to encircle and destroy. But if productivity is liberated, and the next fleet grows to one, five, ten, or even a hundred times its size, will they remain indifferent?

"Why are you so worried when the admiral has already allowed it? You're not the secretary ship anymore. Besides, isn't it okay for the admiral to stockpile resources? After being poor for so long, it's time to enjoy it."

And tomorrow, the Northern Deep Sea will come, so we can ask her then.

Plan Ship No. 1 shrugged, lying down on the mat, staring at the ceiling with her eyes open.

"Besides, the world is so vast. Whatever the admiral wants to do, we just follow. As for who he orders and what he permits, I don't care at all."

"I only care about the admiral's thoughts."

"..."

The room fell into a brief silence.

Then, a calm voice came from the corner.

"The deepest hidden admiral fan has been discovered. Should we capture her?"

...That's too cold, right?!

Seeing her sister make a scissors gesture with a cold expression, Plan Ship No. 1 wanted to argue but eventually sighed and shook her head. She lay down on the mat, looking at the rotating electric fan above her head, her eyes gradually becoming lost.

'But the key issue is, what does the admiral think about the next Deep Sea activities, the coordinates of the Northern Deep Sea, and this liberation of productivity?'

Faced with the buzzing electrical appliances, all the shipgirls were at a loss.

"Or, let's go swimming."

After a long silence, someone suddenly said.

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