Adam felt like he’d just started a game of Civilization or Stellaris…
except every “nation” had been replaced by an entire world from the multiverse.
And he was the naked-start native.
Dimensional Diplomacy was actually an absurdly powerful ability.
Even most demon gods probably couldn’t treat the multiverse like a strategic map, let alone travel to other worlds without restriction.
The upper limit was sky-high.
Still, looking at all the neighbors marked “As Gods,” Adam couldn’t shake a quiet, awkward feeling of being completely outclassed.
“Better focus on the starting quest first.” Recruiting twenty people.
The only option was to look for them in other worlds…
he couldn’t exactly clone himself.
He scanned the map again and settled on the Honkaiverse and Azur Lane.
Honkai energy felt a little too unpredictable, so he decided to contact the shipgirls first.
He’d played the game, of course.
The main plot was fighting the Sirens alongside the shipgirls.
And the game’s special flavor… well, it lived permanently on the edge of R18, constantly teasing the line.
Thanks to all those military-moe personification games, even a modern Type 055 destroyer got called “wife” by shut-ins these days.
He tapped the Azur Lane bubble on the star chart.
Detailed information appeared.
[Azur Lane (Pre-Space Age)] A primarily oceanic world inhabited by beings known as “shipgirls.” They have been locked in a prolonged war against the Sirens across the seas.
This world possesses a unique tech tree with extremely advanced military technology and a limited presence of magical power.
[Relative Strength Comparison:] Technological Level: As Gods Military Strength: As Gods Economic Strength: As Gods [Diplomacy] Adam tapped the holographic interface.
Zzzt…
zzzt…
The screen flickered.
[Contacting faction leader…] [Auto-translation system loaded…] [Communication established!] Azur Lane world, inside the Port.
A blonde shipgirl who had been working at her desk suddenly jolted upright.
A holographic screen the size of a movie theater screen unfolded right in front of her without warning.
Adam’s face was clearly projected on it as he raised a hand in greeting.
“Hello?
Can you hear me?” Apparently he had reached the nominal leader of the Azur Lane side.
“Eh?!” The shipgirl jumped so hard her coffee spilled across the entire desk.
After hurriedly wiping the surface clean, she looked left and right before finally noticing the glowing interface in front of her.
She steadied herself, adjusted her clothes, and cautiously manifested her rigging, staring at Adam.
“…Um.
Hello?” “This is the main Port of Azur Lane.” “I am Richelieu, lead ship of the Iris Libre Richelieu-class battleships.
May I ask who you are…?” The two of them were speaking across worlds through the hologram.
The girl had long golden hair and violet eyes, and wore an elegant red-and-white formal dress.
Shipgirls’ beauty far surpassed ordinary humans.
Even the most stunning actresses on Earth would look plain next to her.
What stood out most, however, was the rigging behind her.
Two quadruple main battery turrets were especially prominent, flanked by countless secondary guns.
She had already entered a combat-ready stance.
“No need to be so tense.
I mean no harm.” “I’m your neighbor.” Adam kept the introduction short.
“Neighbor?” “I don’t recall any humans living in or near the Port… Are you with the Sirens?” Richelieu looked puzzled.
“No.
I’m from the universe next door.
Our worlds are right next to each other.” “Ha???” .
.
.
Explaining the situation to the shipgirl whose brain had temporarily blue-screened took a while.
Fortunately, Azur Lane’s technological level was relatively advanced, so she grasped the concept fairly quickly.
This so-called “neighbor” was actually separated by an entire universe…
hundreds of billions of light-years.
They were holding an interdimensional video call.
“So… there are other people outside our world?
I’ve never even thought about that before…” “Wait.
We’ve never even left our own planet…” Richelieu tugged at her long golden hair, deep in thought.
“When you say ‘neighbors,’ you mean there are other worlds around us as well?” “Of course.
I’ve found five so far.
Yours is one of the more technologically advanced ones.” Adam wasn’t sure whether a shipgirl could easily understand concepts like elves, Herrschers, or demons from other universes, so he kept the details light.
“Ohh…
” Richelieu let out a soft sound of amazement.
She had been somewhat skeptical at first, but then realized: the other party already had the ability to communicate across space.
There was no reason for him to go out of his way just to mess with her.
After a moment of silence, she remembered the important part.
“Then…” “Mr.
Adam, may I ask what business you have contacting the Port?” The fact that he could initiate communication beyond space made her instinctively assume he came from some unimaginably advanced civilization.
Her tone was extremely respectful.
“…” “I’d like to learn more about the situation at the Port.” Adam spoke seriously.
“And while we’re at it… would you be interested in signing an immigration agreement?
A non-aggression pact and mutual defense treaty would be even better.” …