Chapter 85

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85. Miracle? Who Knows

Actually, from the perspective of ordinary people, this young man, currently full of blood and tears, is also a somewhat legendary figure. One could even say he is a hero that others can only look up to but never reach.

He graduated from the admiral school with excellent grades at the age of fourteen, and even a shipgirl mentor submitted an application to the headquarters to follow him. His subsequent battle journey was so brilliant that it was almost blinding. He was one of the shining stars of the entire Alaskan naval base.

From the very beginning of the battles, he used the advantages of the ship's body and terrain to crush a heavy deep-sea battleship formation. Within two weeks, he successfully destroyed a large battleship of the Red Devil type in a series of accidents. He welcomed the Quincy heavy cruiser, one of the less than seven prototype shipgirls in the current Alaskan naval base, from the depths of the sea.

In the Alaskan naval base's combat power evaluation, this young man, who is the son of an official and possesses invincible luck and ability, established his honor as an admiral in just a few short years.

His ranking on the annual list has steadily improved. In last year's evaluation exercise, he successfully secured the ninth place on the Alaskan naval base's fleet strength list with a large fleet centered around the Quincy heavy cruiser. This is an incredible achievement for a new admiral who has been in office for less than five years.

However, it was precisely because of this that he received an invitation from his father to join this chat room.

Actually, this place was not originally called a chat room.

Its full name should be the 'Communication Window for Admirals of Extra-Territorial and High-Level Naval Bases.'

Most of the people here are either selected as potential candidates or are heroes who have expanded human territory overseas. Although there are some potential admirals who are still unknown, the young man had long understood this through his father.

As long as the signal is established outside the territory, it will automatically connect here. Admirals who have prototype ships or can combat deep-sea core sea fleets can mostly be seen in this chat room. Although it is not as good as the dedicated chat window for governors, it is still a legendary place that is passed down among all admirals.

Before meeting that bastard, the young man always thought he was the best chosen one in the world. With a prototype ship, outstanding ability, and great strength, what else was there to say?

Until that day, when that bizarre ID entered the chat room, it was all the same.

The gray ghost that roams the seas.

A legend sung among these legendary admirals.

He himself did not know.

"Hmm, I've never heard of subspace repair materials... Thank you, Prototype. I think I know where my problem lies. If faced with a hundred times the enemy, they would indeed struggle. No matter how hard they try, they would still be damaged."

That ghost admiral, the strange person his father emphasized not to reveal any information about, was saying things in the chat room that would make even a beginner feel annoyed.

"And if my defensive firepower couldn't withstand the deep-sea fleet's bombardment, there might really be a big problem. Although I feel there might be other issues, it's probably due to this. I'll ask 001 and the others if they can make it. It shouldn't be a problem, right? As long as the logistics can produce it, right?"

"But recently, the pile of things to do has indeed increased. Tomorrow I have to talk to someone about the event, then watch the live broadcast of the Hawaiian sea area. The next sea simulation also needs to be set up one by one. Why am I so unlucky..."

Because you're a monster, buddy. It's normal for monsters to be unlucky, right?

Looking at the string of characters flashing on the screen, if he didn't know that this guy was genuinely saying it, the young man would have smashed the keyboard on the monitor long ago.

This person's background is not something that can be described as a mystery. Although he was a reserve admiral, he never attended classes, yet his exam scores were always at the top. Over time, no one cared about him. At the time, he was just a student, so no one paid much attention to him. At most, they thought he was a talented but wasteful student.

So when it came to allocation, he naturally ended up at the very end. Because the shipgirl teachers and old admirals didn't know him, he could only choose, or deliberately choose, the most remote corner. Thus, he disappeared without a trace.

No, it couldn't be said that he disappeared without a trace. At least among his friends, the legend of him not being able to summon ships still circulated. But it was all taken with a grain of salt, and no one took it seriously.

Then, about a year later, on a small island at the edge of New Zealand, there was a large-scale subspace energy explosion that even the subspace recording system could record.

If converted into data, it was equivalent to the full-scale explosion of all prototype shipgirls in the New Zealand naval base. That force directly destroyed all the remaining terrain, leaving no evidence. No one knew what happened on that small island at the time.

What they knew was that in the following week, a terrifying Northern Sea smuggling battle occurred, which made all the high-ranking admirals feel their hair stand on end.

Led by the Northern Deep Sea flagship, dozens of intelligent deep-sea ships surrounded and pursued, with the entire deep-sea fleet mobilized. The deafening cannon fire and the despair-inducing barrage were all to intercept that insignificant one man and two shipgirls.

During the seven-hour battle, some people even observed the Southern Deep Sea flagship and other deep-sea flagships in the distance. They seemed to be wary of each other, maintaining a distance while quietly watching the man and the two shipgirls struggle, escorting them into the depths of the Pacific Ocean.

Then, two months later, the legend of the ghost fleet appeared. An ID also appeared in the chat room, marked in a very strange location. Thus, all the old admirals and governors already knew.

The gray monster had appeared.

"Ah, after saying so much, I'm finally a bit sleepy. Anyway, thank you. If it weren't for you, I might really have died. So, I'll log off first, everyone, keep chatting."

After making a waving emoticon, that ID and its mocking monster left the chat room. This action plunged the remaining IDs into an eerie silence. No one dared to speak first, as if afraid of breaking something.

"...So, we just watch from the side?"

After a while, the young admiral couldn't help but speak in the chat room.

"Watching such a powerful fleet in that person's hands? Watching him make mistakes that even children wouldn't make? I think it's a miracle that he's still alive."

"Miracle? He's not a miracle."

The ID of the deep-sea fleet, which is hard to deal with, said quietly.

"He's just an extra child, let him develop freely. Just do your own job and don't meddle in others' affairs. Some things are best left alone, young man. He has his plans, and we have ours. Don't interfere with each other."

"Even lovers have their own private space. He has a completely different fleet and knowledge system from us, so let him do as he wishes."

As if reading the young admiral's thoughts on the other side of the screen, the ID suddenly said.

"We are not his superiors. And the Guam naval base has only him. You'd better not interfere with his game. I will also try to reduce my interference. I have a feeling that this young man may know much more than we think."

"Since he hasn't come back to us for help, it means he probably still has a few trump cards. So, let him maintain this freedom."

"In short, less talk, more poi."

"...What are you, an old man, trying to be cute for?"

Looking at the string of characters, the young admiral couldn't suppress his murderous intent and grabbed the keyboard to smash it on the monitor.

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