Azur Lane: The Tragic Admiral’s Azur Life

"Newcomers are generally not allowed to carry out special construction. What do you think?"

The three machines, light, heavy, and special, are of the same type as the construction pool in the game, but I just don’t know what the situation is like in this pool.

Yang Sikang took a cursory glance and pointed to the station on the left.

"Just light it."

"Lightweight? That's fine."

Cleveland nodded and walked forward to negotiate with the staff next to the light construction machine.

Those people were very considerate of her, and the light construction machines that were originally surrounded by a few people were suddenly vacated.

Obviously, Cleveland doesn't want to give Yang Sikang time to find excuses to give up.

"Come on, try it."

Cleveland said, making way for Yang Sikang.

Yang Sikang walked over, sighed slightly, and then took out two mental cubes.

Although Cleveland provided eight, he did not intend to actually use them all.

After building it twice, Cleveland should have given up if it failed.

A Rubik's cube was put into the machine interface, and then Yang Sikang put his hand on the machine as others did and closed his eyes.

Driven by the Rubik's Cube, the machine quickly started running. There was no noise as expected, a ball of blue light suddenly appeared from the center of the machine, soft and dazzling but not dazzling.

It looks like a blue sphere, with several darker rings surrounding the outer layer like star rings.

Yang Sikang's eyes were involuntarily attracted. He felt as if he had passed through the star ring, passed through the group of blue light, passed through the energy of the mind cube and saw a little white light in the center.

That bit of white light was so dazzling that he subconsciously wanted to walk over and take a good look...

suddenly! As if being electrocuted, Yang Sikang suddenly withdrew his hand from the machine, took a few steps back in embarrassment, lost his balance and sat on the ground.

Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead and neck, his chest kept rising and falling violently, and his pupils repeatedly dilated and narrowed at a rapid pace.

At the same time, on the second floor of the construction room, in the room facing the construction machines, the enterprise frowned and fixed its eyes on Yang Sikang.

There is no doubt that this was a failed build, and a failure of unprecedented proportions.

The biggest advantage of the construction machine is that it can minimize the impact of the failed construction on the commander when the construction fails. All impacts caused by the mental cube will be restrained by the construction machine.

As for this person, what he just showed was a violent reaction that he had never had since the birth of the construction machine.

The blue light ball in the construction machine had dissipated the moment he pulled out his hand. Cleveland suddenly turned around and looked at the second floor. The glass there was one-way transparent, but she knew very well that the enterprise was there.

The next second, the company's contact voice sounded in her ears. After she was connected, the company spoke first before she could speak:

"He failed on purpose, do you understand?"

The words on his lips were swallowed back in an instant, and Cleveland remained silent without answering.

She hung up the communication with the company, walked over silently, helped Yang Sikang up, and then led him straight out of the construction room amidst the whispers of others.

She remained silent, took Yang Sikang all the way back to his dormitory room, silently put him on the bed, silently packed other things, and then turned around and left.

But before opening the door and leaving, Cleveland turned his head and said to Yang Sikang, who was "unconscious" in the room.

"Then don't be the commander. I will abide by the agreement and complete what I promised."

Cleveland left, she carefully closed the door silently, and left quietly.

As she left, Yang Sikang opened his eyes without any pain at all.

He sat up calmly, covered his face with his hands crossed, and sat silently by the bed for two hours.

A hundred years ago, he was just an ordinary otaku on earth.

But because of an accident that he can no longer remember now, he traveled through time.

Fortunately, he traveled to the world of Kan R, a Kankan girl game he had played, and became the world's only admiral.

Unfortunately, it's a cruel and bloody world that's completely different from the game.

He struggled for decades and grew from an incompetent otaku to an admiral with a strong enough mind. He commanded the ship girls to gradually win victory from the hands of the deep sea and take the initiative.

But...the cost of these changes is tragic.

He remembered clearly that each of the 631 ship girls was a living ship girl. Each of them awakened, grew up, and then died through his hands...

His growth was built on the lives of these ship girls. Over the past few decades, there were a total of 631 ship girls, but at the moment of final victory, less than 200 were left.

Ships were constantly being sunk and ships were being built by him, one after another, until victory was achieved.

However, in the end, the ending that greeted him and them was so ironic. They all died, and he died too, dying with them at the moment of victory.

After decades of struggle, neither he nor they were able to enjoy even one day of peace.

He traveled through time again and came to the world of Azur Lane. Rescued by Cleveland and then asked to become a commander.

But whenever he heard these words, the first thing that came to his mind were the voices and smiles of those ship girls before they died.

That world is cruel, and ship girls will turn into enemies and appear in the enemy's camp after being silent - this was something he heard when he first traveled to that world, and was summarized by the admirals before him. One of the experiences.

The death of the admiral will cause the ship girls he built to disappear with him, or even become part of the deep sea.

But during the decades he was in that world, not one of the more than 400 ship girls who sank appeared in the enemy camp.

He was not grateful for this, but rather unwilling.

He didn't understand, he didn't understand, and he wanted to ask them why!

It's obviously because of his problems. If he was stronger, if he was more useful, if his decisions were more reliable, if he thought more before making a decision... wouldn't there be so many sacrifices?

They should be dissatisfied, they should be angry, they should hate him, but why?

They didn't even stand against him and appeared in front of him again as enemies.

Yang Sikang didn't understand, he didn't understand why he traveled to this world!

He has already worked hard. Isn't it enough to struggle for decades?

He has killed 631 ship girls, isn't that enough?

He has experienced despair so many times, isn't it enough?

When Cleveland and Enterprise wanted him to become commander, there was no joy in his heart, only boundless fear.

How could he become a commander?

Yang Sikang walked to the bathroom and washed his face vigorously with cold water. He didn't stop until the skin on his face hurt.

He placed his hands on both sides of the pool, letting the water flow down his face and drip from the ends of his hair.

He looked at himself in the mirror. How could such a useless guy become a commander?

boom! ! !

He punched the mirror hard, as if he wanted to break the owner of that face into pieces together with the mirror!

Glass shards pierced his fist, and blood dripped down and mixed with water drops and flowed into the sewer. Yang Sikang gasped heavily, and the hand holding the pool kept exerting force until his knuckles turned white.

"I heard that you fainted and even asked me to run away. Isn't that quite refreshing?"

Dr. Mavis's voice sounded behind him. Yang Sikang took a deep breath, quickly adjusted his expression, and turned around.

Snapped!

There was a crisp sound, and Yang Sikang's face was marked with five finger prints, which was burning and painful.

Mavis grabbed his hand and clicked her tongue in disgust

"Even if you are dissatisfied, don't do such stupid things! Do you know how much trouble this troublesome wound will cause me! Damn it, at least you don't do such stupid things again after I've been here, and then find others for me. Doctor!"

Yang Si Kang was stunned for a moment and laughed for no reason:

"Feel sorry."

"Feel sorry?"

Mavis glanced at him and sneered:

"If you have the heart to say sorry to me, why not go and say sorry to Cleveland first.

Her reputation has been completely ruined by you bastard. If the person here is not me, it will not be as simple as just giving you a slap. "

Yang Sikang's pupils shrank, and he lowered his head with a wry smile.

He had expected this, for Cleveland was so indifferent to the opinions of others that he insisted on making him commander.

This kind of insistence will inevitably have an irreversible impact on Cleveland, especially its reputation.

But what can he do? Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain. Instead of procrastinating endlessly, it is better to solve it once and for all.

Although Mavis was unforgiving, she still opened the medical kit, took out tweezers and cotton balls and began to carefully clean the broken glass shards from the wound.

Her movements were quick, but gentle. Precise, fast, and elegant, while cleaning up debris and checking the wound, she said as if chatting:

"I don't quite understand what happened between you and Cleveland to make her believe so much that you can become a good commander, but I think you still do this when others have already done this for you. Such deceptive behavior has even ruined her reputation. This is not an act of repaying kindness."

Yang Sikang was silent for a moment, then hesitantly spoke:

"If I say that I am in another world and have killed hundreds of people because of my command, do you still think I can become a commander?"

"Did he die because of your command..."

Mavis used a cotton ball dipped in alcohol to wipe Yang Sikang's wounds, but he didn't make any sound.

Mavis raised her head, looked into Yang Sikang's eyes and asked:

"Then those people you mentioned who were killed by you, did they curse you before they died? Or cursed you?"

"……No."

"Isn't that enough?"

Mavis lowered her head and continued to clean his wounds:

"If not, why do you say that they were killed because of your command? Even children will be injured when fighting. There is no undead person in war. Don't underestimate war, you idiot."

Yang Sikang wanted to say something more, but Mavis had already put down the cotton ball.

The wound on her hand had been cleaned and bandaged casually before Mavis was ready to leave.

"Okay, your wounds have been treated. I don't want to stay here for too long, otherwise my reputation will not be saved. I haven't tasted the taste of love, but I can't ruin it by an ungrateful guy. On my body."

Yang Sikang sighed helplessly:

"What a mean statement."

"Just tell the truth."

Mavis quickly packed the medical kit and said as she walked towards the door:

"For the sake of the information you provided, I'll tell you a few more words."

She turned her head, looked at Yang Sikang seriously and said:

"Even if you don't become the commander, someone else will become the commander. Maybe your command caused a lot of casualties, but if your subordinates are not dissatisfied, then you have no right to say that the problem is your command.

Maybe you didn't do a good enough job, but having someone more incompetent than you in that position will only cause greater damage.

Instead of dwelling on the past that cannot be changed, think about how to do better in the future.

At least you still have a chance to change. Isn't this much better than those who regret but have no chance? "

Yang Sikang was stunned on the spot, and Mavis had no idea of ​​saying anything more.

She took off the shoe covers and threw them casually into the trash can at the door.

"Well, that's all. What you do is ultimately your own business."