Chapter 91

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90.5. The Admiral's Dream

Blackness.

What met his eyes was endless blackness.

It was as if his eyes had already gone blind, and the world before him was nothing but blackness. All that existed was the boundless, writhing darkness.

Am I dreaming again?

He tried to touch his chest, but couldn't even feel his hand. Faced with such an abnormal situation, the Admiral calmly stayed in place, quietly waiting for time to pass, without any impatience or anxiety.

Because this wasn't the first time he had seen this kind of dream. In fact, nine times out of ten, whenever he fell asleep, he would face this bizarre situation. It had been like this for a year.

That's why I hate sleeping... It's such a middle-school syndrome setting.

Faced with the endless darkness, the Admiral sighed deeply.

Actually, it was just a sigh in his consciousness, because his body no longer existed in this darkness.

But then again, why would a world with a technological worldview have a setting like this, where dreams can be transmitted? Even though it's just something to pass the time, why? Isn't it the precursor to scientific development to question everything?

Is Azur Lane really scientific? It looks like it, but isn't it actually not at all scientific? What is subspace? Is there any scientific basis for it? Even if you tell me about string theory or quantum observation, those are just theories, not truths, right? Maybe they were just made up to trick people into paying for manuscripts?

But then again, isn't the act of tricking people into paying for manuscripts something that exists everywhere? Although I want to say that everything is so exciting, and each chapter is full of twists, isn't it impossible in reality?

That's definitely not a skill that humans can have, right? I mean, how can ordinary people come up with so many beautiful and touching plots every day? Are they human? Aren't they gods in human skin? I really feel that those people don't seem like humans when I read their novels. How can humans come up with such magnificent scenes?

And seriously, how long is this going to last? It seems longer than before. I've been talking to myself for hours, why hasn't it ended yet?

Ah, it's probably the black cavity effect, or the black room effect, right?

In a dark environment, time perception becomes distorted, that's the psychological effect.

Could it be that in the outside world, not even an hour has passed? Ah, I'm so frustrated, I hate it, that's why I don't want to sleep. Every time I sleep, it's a torture. But when I wake up, I feel even more refreshed, which is even more infuriating.

Isn't it normal to feel sore all over when you don't sleep well? That half-assed feeling of being very energetic even though you didn't sleep well is so disgusting.

"Can't you just stay quiet for a moment, human...?"

"..."

Eh? Who are you?

By the way, how can you speak without a body or color? Or is it because I'm too lonely and isolated that I've become like this? It must be the effect of stress, right?

Thinking about it, I've had a tough time. I was supposed to be a carefree guy. I played all day and skipped classes, but now I have to pretend to be someone else for those kids. It's really hard, you know? It's super hard.

Anyone with kids at home can understand, right? That feeling of being cautious with every move is so troublesome.

"So, you, human, are the most troublesome..."

"..."

So, who are you, really?

It's really frustrating that you're speaking in my mind and I can't respond.

"No, from my perspective, the one speaking in the mind is you. Every time, in the darkness, you ramble on about boring things. What do you want? I've been trying hard to endure for so many years."

So, is it my fault? I don't want to come here either, I just want to sleep well. I'm also frustrated that I end up here every time I sleep.

"Ha? Do you think you can travel through countless spaces every time you sleep?"

So, what are you talking about?

"Here, we're 30,000 feet deep in the ocean. What joke are you talking about?"

Ah, ah, ah, here it comes, another cliché setting. As soon as I sleep, my consciousness travels through time and space. I've already said that this kind of plot is overused, readers won't buy it. If you were an author, you'd definitely be criticized by readers, right?

Now, it should be a dream where I see some great space and train or level up there. The setting of traveling through regions is just too weak.

"...Hey, has anyone ever told you that you're really annoying?"

In school, quite a few people said that.

But in the end, I was a delinquent student, I just became more restrained recently due to life's pressures. The pressure of life makes people grow, I want to go back to my student days. I used to run out of school to chat and play games with people, teach them knowledge and life lessons.

And I definitely didn't do anything bad, yeah, in a certain sense, I should still be a relatively great person. After all, I have a clear human stance, I'm a human admiral.

"Oh... A human admiral. Do you want to see my appearance?"

I feel like there's something in your words. It's fine to see, as long as you can show me.

In the end, this is just a dream, it's normal to forget everything when I wake up. But you, this existence, are indeed strange. Why do I have to dream about you?

"'You' this kind of person? Ha, then take a look. You won't remember anyway."

So, what are you saying—

Consciousness, abruptly cut off.

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