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"Isn't this considered a bulk order? What a huge gift..."
"Sir, what did you say?"
The transport ship girl looked up in confusion and asked.
"nothing."
The Death patted the transport ship girl's head, then handed the avatar back to her:
"I was just saying that it's not good luck to just make a portrait of him. Since you want, I'll just put a statue of him on the mothership."
"Wh-what?!" the surrounding ship girls exclaimed in surprise.
"Now that you've all become so strong, it seems I don't need to bother pursuing divine power anymore..." Death sighed. "Do whatever you want."
The ship girls looked at each other, remained silent for a moment, and then suddenly shouted in unison:
"Great!"
……
[King of Ship Types: You are the master of the sea, and the very fabric of the world rests within your will.]
Latis looked at the skill copied from the Death's Mouth, scratched his head, and tried using it.
A planet covered by ocean appeared in his mind. He could see that he was in the territorial waters of the Death Ship, surrounded by several territorial waters of different shapes. At the same time, the boundary lines were constantly changing, accompanied by battles on the outer edges of the territorial waters.
"This is quite convenient." Latis turned off the skill and walked onto the dock.
"Thursday, Thursday! Time to set sail! Let's go find your future sister!"
He patted the hull of Thursday and jumped aboard.
"She's not my older sister!" Thursday's little face immediately turned resentful. "I was here first! And I'm definitely stronger now!"
“You’re right.” Latis wisely chose not to argue with the jealous man. He picked up Thursday, shoved it into a seat on the deck, then laughed and shouted:
"Thursday, start it up!"
"and many more!"
Suddenly, a hurried shout came from the dock. Latis was stunned. He turned around and saw the staff who had been processing his documents at the previous dock waving their arms and running towards him.
"Do we need to pay the parking fee, bro?" Latis walked to the edge of the deck, scratched his head, and asked, "We didn't buy a monthly pass, this will cost tens of thousands!"
"No." The staff member wiped his sweat, calmed his breathing, and said:
"Do you remember the 'Old Time Tavern' I mentioned to you before? I originally wanted to trick you into going there and tell you some stories from the past, but you never went. It's too late to bring it up now."
He paused, then said solemnly:
"We lack the ability, but you certainly can. If you can gain even a moment's respite in this war, please go as far as you can to the bottom of the sea and search for traces of the old era!"
……
"Look! The Honor G8 is setting off!"
Someone shouted something, and then the ship girls on the floating platform all turned their heads to look at the giant wooden ship that was glittering in the afterglow of the setting sun.
"Are you leaving already, Lord Latis...?"
The transport ship girl struggled to the front of the crowd, leaped up and down at the edge of the dock, and waved her hands vigorously.
"Lord Latis, I love you! Whether it's your massage technique or your Glory G8!"
No sooner had the words been spoken than, suddenly, amidst the astonished gazes and screams of the ship girls, a crack appeared in the massive wooden ship.
Boom!
Amidst a resounding crack, the gold-plated "Honor G8" paint instantly split open, landing triumphantly on the sea. Then, the pristine white metal hull burst forth from the wooden hull with unstoppable force, crushing the camouflaged wooden shell. After a brief pause in the sunset, it sped relentlessly into the distance.
The transport ship girl stared blankly at the wooden hull gradually sinking into the reflective sea. The submerged "Glory G8" seemed to have pressed her dreams into the cold seabed. However, when she looked up at the speeding metal warship, the metal inscriptions that shone in the sunset suddenly ignited her world again.
"That, that's no longer the G8 civilian passenger and cargo ship that serves as a distribution center!" she suddenly shouted excitedly for some reason.
"That's a warship! An unparalleled battleship! Look, that's her new name!"
"Her name is Thursday... Crazy Thursday!"
……
Although she protested the name many times on Thursday, you managed to win her over with your silver tongue. After hearing you say that the name symbolized "persistent effort, flexibility, and shrewd calculation," she reluctantly accepted the title.
[You arrived at the Independent Fleet once again, bringing with you countless supplies and materials. Unlike last time when you were a guest, this time you arrived with the air of a king, receiving an exceptionally grand welcome.]
The Future warmly embraced you and Thursday. After several months apart, she appeared even more valiant and extraordinary, and the independent fleet, constantly fighting on the outskirts of the sea, exuded an atmosphere of refined decisiveness.
Speaking of decisiveness, the three of you quickly discussed it and resolutely returned to the room to begin exchanging pleasantries. Time was of the essence, and you had to address the needs of all three parties as soon as possible.
After a swift engagement, you led your independent fleet back into battle. After all, as a small fleet lacking auxiliary civilian ships, their ultimate fate was to sustain themselves through combat.
Two years have passed in the blink of an eye. You have occupied a considerable area of territorial waters, and your independent fleet is fully equipped with legendary-class reactors from top to bottom. Meanwhile, the Future and Thursday are also taking steps toward becoming carrier-grade ships.
But the one who truly made a name for themselves wasn't the ship girls, but you, as a human.
Every Thursday when the cannons roar, you become like a giant cannonball, launching countless Hans directly onto the enemy warships. Ship girls are not the massive warships of their past, carrying large numbers of naval forces. They've never seen amphibious warfare before. Not only do they have to endure the risk of their clothes being torn apart after the ship is damaged, but what terrifies them even more is that their strength is no match for you, a human…
[While the Hans series isn't as effective as it used to be, it's still more than capable as a self-propelled torpedo. In battle, you watch with amusement as the ship girls' clothes dwindle amidst the crackling explosions, like watching Crazy Thursday chicken slowly emerge from the oven… By the way, your title at sea is Colonel KFC.]
However, you didn't forget what the staff member said about "searching for traces of the old era." You modified several submarine ship girls and ventured into the endless depths of the sea.
The deep sea here is completely different from what you imagined. You thought it would be like your previous life, full of strangely shaped sea fish, reefs, and giant monsters, but you never expected that the seabed would be full of houses and all sorts of buildings.
What, then, buried all of this? With this question in mind, you spent another two years amidst war and exploration.
Finally, by sheer chance, you find a bunker that hasn't been filled in by the sea, and glimpse scenes from the past in its library.
Originally, the Great Ocean World, like Earth, possessed continents, oceans, and glaciers. However, during a dimensional catastrophe, tectonic plates subsided, temperatures rose, and all the glaciers melted, ultimately forming the Great Ocean World we see today.
Ship girls, on the other hand, are a product of humanity's self-evolution using its unique abilities.
Humans entrust their lives to the matter of the planet, which is why special life forms like ship girls, who can use materials to enhance their abilities, have emerged.
[At the same time, because life is based on material things and there is a lack of need for reproduction, gender has gradually become more homogenous. However, there are still ship girls with male appearances. The staff member you met and Hans, whom you summoned, are both male ship girls.]
[Concerned that the evolution of life forms would weaken the species' adaptability, the original humans ultimately decided to leave a portion of them in their original forms, and they survived under the protection of the ship girls.]
However, as time passed, the protected humans gradually came to believe they possessed special privileges and were therefore more noble. They not only established the Ship Girl Covenant but also controlled the channel through which the Ship Girls could advance—fusion.
[The so-called fusion substance is the matter that fuses the ship girl's body and the ship's hull back together. Primitive humans, facing disasters, ingeniously devised this method, entrusting life to matter, and then ultimately fusing matter back into life, thus indirectly achieving a true leap in life form. The separation of the body and the person is merely a means to prolong life.]
The so-called divine power possessed by modern humans is merely a manifestation of fusion. As an unevolved species, they are naturally unable to effectively utilize the achievements painstakingly researched by early humans for their future.
They were unaware that the reason the fused substance exhibited such excruciating divine power was because it transformed matter into physical strength—a process akin to peeling away skin and tendons, and was extremely painful.
[And those so-called gods are nothing more than a group of cunning schemers hiding in underwater sanctuaries, attempting to slow down the ship girls' upgrade process by instigating internal strife.]
[Having learned the truth about this world, you realize your journey here has come to an end. The war is about to end, and at that moment, humanity will typically choose its most powerful mothership to bestow divine power upon her. At such times, they will send the ship girl alone to the ocean depths to reward her with separation fluid and desalinated fusion.]
[The separation fluid causes the ship girls' hulls to gradually disintegrate, and they deceive them into believing this is the necessary path to godhood. The effects of the fusion substance deceive the ship girls' senses, causing them to gradually disintegrate under the false illusion of fusion, ultimately being surrounded and killed when the second battle period arrives.]
However, times have changed.
[You won first place in this battle period with an unparalleled and invincible attitude. The ship girls are tough, but you are tougher than them. You are the man of men, the ship man!]
[After learning this news, Death wasn't as resentful as she had imagined. Perhaps it was because you had indeed greatly helped her power, or perhaps it was because you made her determined to break free from God's control. In any case, under your pressure, she recovered from her mental exhaustion.]
"Wait here for me, I'll be right back."
In the Independent Fleet, Latis addressed the Future and Thursday.
Seeing their trusting gazes, Latis grinned, stepped out of the cabin, and jumped into the sea.
After taking one last look at the two incredibly beautiful motherships, he dived deep into the water.
……
"Little bunny, open the door!"
"If you've got the guts to steal a man, then open the door!"
Why aren't you saying anything? Are you having an affair behind my back?
The man sitting in front of the monitoring console wiped his sweat and looked at the burly man on the screen who was idly knocking on the door.
"What, what do we do?" he shouted into the walkie-talkie in a panic. "Is this even human? Isn't he afraid of the water pressure? Do we really have to let him in?"
The noise on the other end of the walkie-talkie terrified him. He kept shouting into the walkie-talkie until…
boom!
A fist shattered the monitor's fear and the humans' noisy, heated discussion. Latis withdrew his fist, which was equivalent to the power of two aircraft carriers, turned his neck, which was not afraid of the pressure of the force, and looked at the massive amount of fusion matter that was firmly locked in the center of the shelter.
"Haha... King of Ship Types, we're just discussing how to reward you..."
Latis raised his hand to stop the incessant explanations, yawned, and muttered:
"I miss my brother, can we get through the process faster?"
He pushed through the crowd, gave a cold laugh, and punched the storage shield of the fusion substance hard.
……
Nothing happened.
"Damn, that scared me to death..."
The monitor slumped to the ground, completely exhausted, and said with relief:
"Thank goodness, the previous builders were almost prepared to withstand a subsurface blast..."
Before he could finish speaking, he saw Latis suddenly throw six more punches.
In a violent shaking, people watched in horror as the storage container shattered into countless particles. Seawater crashed down from the top of the shelter, which had been torn open, and then they, along with their long-vanished predecessors, returned to the dust of history.
The excruciating pain of being enveloped by the fused substance instantly swept through Latis's nerves. He let out a howl, then stubbornly said with a tense face:
"It's better to have gotten a shot in the butt when you were a kid!"
Amidst the subtle, stinging pain, he saw his body gradually dissolve into nothingness, rising like tiny bubbles from the sea like the Little Mermaid. He sighed, watching the fused substance rise to the surface, and silently thought:
"Thursday, from now on, don't overeat!"
Then, he laughed and raised his melting arm, waving at the two beautiful motherships on the sea.
"goodbye!"