Chapter 99

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Today, I studied the drop rates and construction probabilities of War Few and KanColle's wiki. I found that in terms of construction times and salvage times, War Few is about thirty to fifty times that of KanColle... The official Yamato formula has a 10% chance, while War Few's Tirpitz has a 0.2% chance, and the salvage probability is about the same... This level of mental pollution is just unbearable... How did I manage to endure thirty times the mental pollution...

98. The Slavic Woman Can Carve

"This is impossible..."

"What's impossible? I told you I can carve, didn't I?"

Blowing the wood shavings off her fingers, Plan Ship No. 1 cast a self-satisfied glance at the surrounding stunned people, receiving numerous incredulous expressions from the ship girls.

It felt like watching a gorilla write Windows code, the visual impact left everyone with their mouths half-open, staring blankly at the Slavic woman who was styling her hair, unsure of what to say.

"I've already told you not to treat us as mindless fighters. We have produced countless writers, dancers, and sculptors. We are more of an artistic nation than a warrior nation. So, carving small things is no problem at all. Slavic people are all artists, yeah, yeah."

Facing the surprised expressions of the ship girls, Plan Ship No. 1 nodded self-satisfied and delivered a speech about her race, earning four pairs of rolling eyes.

After the sub-space repair materials are prepared, there's no time to sleep. For ship girls, eating isn't a good way to replenish sub-space energy. Instead, a happy mood greatly increases the recovery speed of sub-space energy.

This is why many bases have hot springs and entertainment facilities. The better the ship girls' mental state, the faster the sub-space self-repair.

It's said that in the governor's office, there are even amusement parks and shopping areas specifically for high-level ship girls, to ensure they get ample enjoyment. However, unfortunately, Guam, this desolate place, clearly lacks such things. For the Imagination Fleet, besides playing mahjong and cards, there's not much else.

"But it's indeed a pretty good carving."

Enterprise took a look at the lifelike wooden carving and reluctantly nodded.

"It does look like them. These two little ones are Hope, right? When did you get so close to them? I haven't seen you feed them much."

"Overall, the materials are from 'Hope' and 'Hope.' Taking care of those two little cats actually feels quite nice. I fed them a few days ago. So I thought about carving these two little things. They're not really art, just something to look at."

But at least they can make people feel a bit happier.

Facing the two lifelike wooden cat carvings on the table, Plan Ship No. 1 shrugged, casually threw the carving knife, and sat down, stretching lazily.

"Hey, if you're so good at carving, why don't you carve a commander?" Enterprise poked the lifelike wooden cat carvings and suddenly asked Plan Ship No. 1, receiving numerous ship girls' seemingly indifferent but secretly hopeful gazes.

"Ah, a commander, no, I can't do it."

Meeting the ship girls' hopeful expressions, Plan Ship No. 1 thought for a moment and decisively shook her head, expressing her helplessness.

"If I were to sculpt, it would definitely be filled with personal emotions. I'm not pure enough to achieve the beauty of a master sculptor. If I include personal emotions, it's not that it can't be seen, but from my perspective, it would be very embarrassing."

"There's no problem, right? It's just a carving, after all. Sculptures are meant to be shown to everyone. There's nothing wrong with it, it won't hurt."

"Ahaha, it's not like that. How to put it..."

Plan Ship No. 1, sitting in the chair, scratched her head, turned her head slightly, and said awkwardly.

"If I were to sculpt with personal emotions, wouldn't it be like confessing in public? Even I would feel embarrassed. If everyone kept looking at me, I would definitely want to die. It would be a shameful play. Ahaha."

"..."

Everyone looked at Plan Ship No. 1's laughter with pity.

Facing the Slavic ship girl sitting in the chair and laughing, everyone remained silent, standing quietly by the side, watching as Plan Ship No. 1's face became increasingly awkward.

"Hey, hey, hey, at least say something!" Plan Ship No. 1's face quickly turned red as she hurriedly said to her teammates: "If you don't say anything, I'll be very awkward! It feels like I'm the only one being awkward!"

"Ah, yeah... How to put it... Such a delicate girl's heart is really hard to understand..."

"Um, I understand, in any case."

"Hey, at least mock me a bit!"

Facing the ship girls who all said, "I understand, I understand," Plan Ship No. 1's face turned bright red as she shouted.

"Mock me for what?"

"Eh? 111, you're back."

But why does your face look so bad?

Facing the tired voice from behind, Plan Ship No. 1 turned hopefully to look at this great benefactor who broke the awkwardness. But she unexpectedly found that her face didn't look good.

That ashen look was like she had seen something she shouldn't have, full of darkness and fatigue. Wearing a slightly wrinkled secretary uniform, she staggered to the high-backed chair in the room, threw herself onto it with a tired look, and stared blankly at the ceiling of the warehouse.

"I feel so tired... There's no hope anymore..."

111 leaned back in the chair, quietly looking at the white light from the fluorescent tube, and finally slowly closed her eyes.

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