“…” The shipgirl on the other end was completely stunned.
From the moment she received an interdimensional call to learning about the concept of a multiverse, Richelieu had been hit with far too much information in a short time.
Her brain was already overloaded.
Hearing Adam casually mention immigration agreements, non-aggression pacts, and mutual defense treaties pushed her straight into a full mental freeze.
What even was this?
Treaties between entire worlds?
The scale was insane!
It took her a long moment to recover.
“…You mean you want to cooperate with the Port?” “Yeah.” Adam nodded.
His idea was simple.
Ask whether the Port needed resources like oil or metal ores…
he could supply them.
After all, the entire Earth belonged to him now.
As long as some shipgirls were willing to immigrate and help with basic construction, that would be enough.
“Mm…” Richelieu lightly tapped the desk, thinking it over.
The Port had been locked in a grinding war with the Sirens for years.
Resource shortages were a genuine problem.
On top of that, naval blockades had steadily shrunk the operating range of their expedition fleets.
Still, cooperating with a complete stranger from another world raised a lot of questions.
“I’m sorry, Mr.
Adam.
Matters involving two entire worlds require joint discussion among the major fleets.
I don’t have the authority to decide alone.” She inclined her head politely.
“And even if you are willing to provide resources, how would you deliver them to us?” “Two universes… we’re separated by at least several hundred billion light-years, aren’t we?
The Port doesn’t have interstellar travel capability yet…” “I’ll handle that part.” Adam answered.
“Is now a convenient time for guests?
How about I come over and we talk face-to-face?
Cross-dimensional communication burns a lot of mental strength.” “Ah?” Richelieu blanked out again.
“Face-to-face?
Well… that would be fine, but…” “Are you coming by spaceship?
How long will it take?
When will you arrive?” “Right now.” Adam pressed the “Travel” button on the holographic interface.
Shhh…
[Opening passage: Earth …
Azur Lane World] Space twisted in front of him.
A spacetime corridor opened, swirling with strange, multicolored light like a vortex.
The moment he stepped inside, a sensation of weightlessness hit him, and he vanished from his original plane.
On the other side came Richelieu’s startled cry.
“Eh?!” “What is that vortex?!
A portal?!
You can freely travel between worlds?!” “Wait…
I’ll send people to receive you right away!!” …… Azur Lane world.
BOOM…
With a deep roar, a brilliantly colored spacetime passage tore open above a stretch of beach.
A group of little shipgirls who had been playing on the sand suddenly felt the ground shake.
They froze, stood on tiptoe, and squinted upward.
“Earthquake?!” “What is that black thing?
There’s a shadow inside…” “Is it a new Siren weapon?
Or is Yuubari running another experiment?!” “Should we just shoot it first?” They stared open-mouthed at the portal hanging in midair.
The dark silhouette inside grew larger and closer.
“Wahhh…
someone’s falling out!!” The little destroyers scrambled out of the way.
Thud…
Adam dropped out of the passage and landed firmly on the sand.
“So this is the Azur Lane?” “Why does the spacetime corridor feel like a washing machine on spin cycle…” He rubbed his head, trying to clear the dizziness.
Crossing between two worlds had taken about ten minutes.
The experience wasn’t exactly pleasant…
interdimensional travel consumed a huge amount of mental strength and left him lightheaded.
Fortunately he had landed near the Port.
Dropping into Siren territory would have been a disaster.
He glanced at the system panel.
[Cooldown: 29 days, 23 hours, 59 minutes] Opening an unrestricted spacetime passage had a one-month cooldown.
Not too bad.
Acceptable.
“Hmm?” Adam took in his surroundings.
He was standing on a sandy beach.
Clear blue sea and sky stretched out before him.
Not far away rose a complex of buildings that looked exactly like a naval base…
clearly the Port of Azur Lane.
A circle of curious little faces had already gathered around him.
A few destroyer loli had even manifested their rigging and were watching him warily.
“Aren’t you Yukikaze, Mutsuki, and Kisaragi?” He recognized the little ones immediately.
“Wah!
The alien can talk!!” The small shipgirls shrieked and scattered.
“Alien!!
Alien invasion!!
Quick, find Enterprise Onee-sama!!” …
Half an hour later.
Breathing in the fresh sea breeze and surrounded by shipgirls, Adam walked toward the Port’s main building.
His sudden arrival had caused a small uproar, but the Port had quickly sent people to receive him.
A nation of women.
That was Adam’s first impression of the Azur Lane world.
Shipgirls…
true to the name…
were all girls transformed from warships.
Destroyer lolis, cruiser girls, carrier and battleship onee-sans.
All sorts of shipgirls lived in the coastal Port.
There were also some fluffy little yellow chicks running around doing odd jobs and sweeping.
Those were the Port’s mascots…
the Manjuu.
Judging by the scale, this place was noticeably larger than even the biggest military port from his previous life’s Earth…
Murmansk.
Their tech tree felt vaguely familiar.
Some aircraft and artillery designs carried clear shadows of World War II styles, yet they weren’t identical.
Probably heavily modified with this world’s own technology.
“This way, Mr.
Adam.” “The flagships of the major fleets are waiting for you.” Crossing the plaza, a silver-haired shipgirl in a maid outfit performed a curtsy at the entrance of the main building.
“Ah, Belfast.
Hello.” Adam nodded in greeting.
Under the head maid’s guidance, he soon arrived at the reception room on the top floor.
Several shipgirls in formal attire were already seated.
They stood up to greet him.
“Eagle Union flagship, Enterprise.” “Royal Navy flagship, Queen Elizabeth.” “Dragon Empery flagship, Yat Sen.” “Iron Blood flagship, Bismarck.” …
Every major faction’s flagship was present.
Without a Commander, the Azur Lane world operated under a high degree of shipgirl self-governance.
The Port was essentially a federation formed by the major fleets.
“Guest from another world.
You are the first human to set foot in the Port.” As the one who had first made contact, Richelieu stepped forward.
She still wore her red-and-white short formal dress edged with gold, paired with red thigh-high stockings that framed an absolute territory just right.
Most people would look vulgar trying to pull off such an ornate style and color scheme.
On her, it only emphasized the dignity and elegance of a cardinal.
Her slightly fluffy golden hair fell evenly down her back.
Violet eyes held a mixture of seriousness and sharp spirit.
Richelieu offered a greeting in French.
“Bonjour, Monsieur Adam.” “Welcome to the Port of Azur Lane.” …