It wasn't the first time he'd had such a dream.
Those girls had appeared in his dreams more than once.
"They are my subordinates, my comrades, and even my family."
He no longer remembered who had told him, "As long as Commander is here, my heart is filled with warmth."
So many people had told him this that he only remembered the words, but forgot the person who said them—
Just like the time that was about to be forgotten.
At the end of the dream, the light blue-haired knight cried a rain of pear blossoms—
"Master, when will you return to port?"
It was a dream, after all. How could that girl cry? At most, she would just quietly stare blankly by the sea, waiting alone...
It's just that it had indeed been a long time since he returned to the port area. He thought vaguely, half-asleep, that he should make time to go back tonight. Wang Yu thought.
He once thought that birds that could forage for themselves could fly freely, but now he understood that what restricted free flight wasn't the size of the wings, but the weight on the shoulders—
Even what he liked could only be in the past.
The alarm hadn't gone off yet, but he was already preparing to get up.
His rest time wasn't much; being able to have a complete good dream was already the limit—
Let's call it a good dream, even though the girl's eyes were heartbreaking!
He instinctively reached out to grope around, but touched nothing.
Why was he floating?
He opened his eyes, and dense streams of photon information enveloped him—
It was slightly dazzling, that dawn light he had originally thought it was...
He was floating in the air, standing. He had even thought he was lying in bed.
Was he really too tired? Or was the dream too wonderful?
His reaction was surprisingly dull.
No, this wasn't the time to think about that.
He shook his somewhat groggy head. Long-term irregular sleep patterns gave him a dazed start every day.
He looked around—
A dense torrent of numbers still filled the surroundings, allowing him only a blurry view of the environment.
It was a sufficiently spacious interior, and the lights dotting the wall boundaries were somewhat indistinct.
He looked up, vaguely seeing an enormous dome.
Could modern architecture support such a magnificent dome in such a large space?
It would be almost impossible without structural support.
But now, such a building appeared before his eyes, and he was inside it, in a state of—floating.
Had he transmigrated? This guess was only natural.
The surrounding light began to soften, and the information light points surged towards him like birds returning to their nest. He realized his body was being reshaped—no wonder he felt so dull.
As the light points decreased, the surrounding environment became clearly visible, and he saw more things.
Below his feet was a huge circular mechanical device, dozens of meters in diameter, from which countless massive streams of photon information spewed out, wrapping him layer by layer.
Next to the mechanical device, dozens of figures were neatly arranged.
More males than females, and they all looked quite young, perhaps even younger than him.
Further away, there were guards, too far to make out their clothes or faces.
Red lights flickered on all four walls, scattered densely across the entire wall—
He had originally thought they were lights for illumination, but now they didn't seem quite like it; there were too many and too dense. Light fixtures weren't distributed like this, unless the designer was crazy.
Where was this? He was a little confused.
Connecting it to his current state, a soul from another world, a body that had transformed from virtual to physical!
This couldn't be some strange ritual, could it? Had he been summoned by cultists?
Are you sure you summoned the right person? Whether it's saving the world or destroying it, he doesn't seem to be good at either.
As the summoned party, he didn't feel any contract or anything similar binding him. He was still himself, didn't have to obey anyone's orders, and didn't feel connected to anyone.
He breathed a sigh of relief. No one wanted to inexplicably have to obey a stranger's orders forever without resistance, and he was no exception.
The entire summoning ritual was also coming to an end.
The influx of information streams in the surroundings became smaller and smaller, and his body became more and more solid.
Light still enveloped his torso, and Wang Yu gradually felt he regained control of his body.
His figure slowly descended from the air, and the steel-forged device was incredibly hard!
At this moment, the light had not completely dissipated; the remaining light points transformed into a silvery-white mist lingering around him.
The light was clear and warm. Wang Yu could feel that immense energy seemed to be hidden within the light. This energy was kind and gentle. He almost thought he was hallucinating. When did his senses become so keen that he could feel these strange things?
He wondered if he could still speak. He tried to move his mouth.
By the way, what was he supposed to say when summoned? He remembered quite a few cool lines!
His treasured chuunibyou lines from many years could finally be put to use. He had thrown caution to the wind; anyway, the current situation looked very bad, it couldn't get any worse.
He might as well indulge his desire to speak. He had always wanted to do it in his previous life but never had, but now he had a strange courage—
"I am the one who accomplishes all good deeds in the world, I am the culmination of all evil in the world! Foolish mortals, why have you summoned me?"
He deliberately controlled his voice to make it sound a bit more ethereal. He learned this from old movie voice acting. Since no one was helping him with sound effects, he had to do it himself.
A somewhat ethereal voice echoed in the spacious room.
With the mist swirling and echoes resounding, it indeed sounded somewhat otherworldly.
The mist quickly dissipated completely.
Wang Yu then saw young faces and even more bewildered eyes below the altar.
Everyone's gaze was fixed on him, their eyes filled with shock and disbelief!
The blond girl at the very front of the group stood very close to the altar, allowing him to see her expression clearly.
The expression on her slightly cute, chubby face was one of immense grief, her eyes glistening, holding back tears.
Is this girl an idiot?
What kind of blow have you suffered that you don't want to live?
I was brought here inexplicably by you guys and didn't say anything, but you're crying first!
The echoes gradually subsided...
Then came a long silence, until several incredible voices sounded—
"Ship... Ship Man!"
"Holy crap, what did you build?"
"What kind of new Ship Girls is this, what the f*ck!"
"Is the construction device broken? I've never heard of a construction device malfunctioning. Is this considered a success or a failure?"
"Is this guy sent by the Siren? The Siren have infiltrated Headquarters!"
Chaotic voices, like boiling water, filled the empty hall with jumbled echoes, and various incredible shouts rose and fell.
Wang Yu frowned. What did they just say?
Construction? Ship Girls? Headquarters? Siren?
It sounded a little familiar. Was it the one in his memory?
But soon, an extremely dangerous feeling rose in his heart, making his hair stand on end, sending shivers down his spine!
The red light points around him, which he had originally thought were wall lamps, were actually strange laser turrets. The previously half-hidden killing machines revealed their true ferocity, and red crosshairs locked onto his entire body, making him glow red.
Wang Yu swallowed. Each of these muzzles was as thick as his arm. Who were they planning to shoot with such large-caliber turrets installed indoors?
They wouldn't be for hitting me, would they?
I'm just an ordinary person. A single bullet could solve it. There's no need for so many cannons to be pointed at me!
The red glow from the muzzles grew stronger, as if the people behind the machines were hesitating whether to open fire, and Wang Yu's heart grew colder.
Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck him. Many years later, when he would embellish his Glorious deeds to the small destroyers, he would emphasize how brave and decisive he was, remaining calm in the face of danger!
"Wait, I'm the Commander! Azure Lane Rear Admiral Commander Wang Yu!"
He practically shouted this, fearing that he would be sent to reincarnation by a laser cannon before he could finish speaking.
The surrounding atmosphere paused for a moment. The laser turrets' crosshairs still firmly locked onto him, but the red glow from the muzzles seemed to have weakened slightly.
Although the change was subtle, Wang Yu was now on the verge of death, so these tiny changes naturally didn't escape his eyes.
There's a chance! But it's not enough, I need to raise the stakes!
Someone in the crowd muttered, "Brag all you want, brother. Do you know how many Ship Girls a Rear Admiral Commander has?"
I don't know how many Ship Girls a Rear Admiral Commander has, but I definitely have the ships he has—
As long as your world's version isn't ridiculously new.
"My port has over 500 Ship Girls."
...
It was as if the sound had been sucked away, and a deathly silence fell over the surroundings.
"Damn, where did this European dog come from!"
"Kill him, kill him! Don't care who says such things, just kill every single one of them!"
"I don't see a Commander here, I only see a European dog."
"Are you keeping him for the New Year? Quick, fire at him! Saratoga's chest is more real than his words!"
...
This time there was a reaction, but it seemed he had said the wrong thing?
The next moment, Wang Yu felt a pain in the back of his head, as if he had been struck directly with a blunt object!
He passed out!
Who the hell ambushed me...
Wang Yu thought this in the last moment before losing consciousness.
...
PS: The Ship Girls appearing with the protagonist are: Glorious, York, Gascogne, Sweet Orange, Yuudachi, Unicorn, Little Belfast, Roon.
I will update if there are new characters.
Just a quick note, the author's note truly can't say anything.