21st Century Necromancer-Chapter 880 - 874: The Reaction of Ship-girls·Part Two

Chapter 880 -874: The Reaction of Ship-girls·Part Two

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At this moment, the American Ship-girls, regarded as the fiercest rivals by the British Ship-girls, were gathered in their small bar, lounging over drinks while discussing the matter.

The number of American Ship-girls was slightly fewer than that of the British Ship-girls. In the small bar transformed from the living room of the American Ship-girls’ dormitory, Enterprise sat at the bar with her characteristic cold expression, a glass of whiskey placed before her. Her elder sister, Yorktown, similarly held a glass of tequila, whispering something to her younger sibling, clearly discussing topics related to modernization.

On the other side of the bar, the Lexington and Saratoga sisters were sipping absinthe and eagerly debating how wonderful it would be if they had jet-powered carrier-based aircraft.

Meanwhile, Missouri—arguably the strongest among the American Ship-girls—watched their discussion about modernization with an indifferent attitude. Having retired only in the 1990s, she’d experienced modern upgrades herself and had once been equipped with Tomahawk cruise missiles, CIWS, and the like. She wasn’t particularly moved by the topic.

Arizona, standing behind the bar and playing the role of bartender, performed the classic barkeep task of polishing glasses with a towel, but refrained from joining the conversation.

“Missouri, what does modernization feel like?” Arizona, placing a glass onto the rack behind her, suddenly turned toward Missouri with curiosity.

As the first American battleship lost during World War II, Arizona had been sunk during Japan’s surprise attack on Pearl Harbor. Never having participated in World War II, she had no chance to experience modernization. As an older ship, Arizona naturally yearned to know what it felt like.

However, regarding the topic of modernization, Missouri simply shrugged nonchalantly and gestured for Arizona to pour her a glass of whiskey: “Nothing particularly special. They just remove your old components and replace them with new ones.

But those missiles come in handy. If we’d had CIWS during World War II, I could’ve scored more points at the Marianas Turkey Shoot.”

Missouri spoke casually, but to Arizona, who had never experienced such advancements, it was the thing she envied most.

“How wonderful! I envy you all for being able to truly fight on the battlefield. Unlike me…” Speaking up to this point, Arizona fell into melancholy. For her, the greatest regret was falling at the outset of World War II, never having truly entered the battlefield: “I really want to know what modernization feels like too!”

But just as Arizona was expressing her thoughts, Enterprise, who had been largely silent up to that moment, suddenly interrupted: “Not having been in battle is a blessing, as it spares you the pain of seeing all your comrades fall around you.” fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

During World War II, there was a period when every major surface warship in the Pacific was either sunk or severely damaged and requiring extensive repair, leaving the USS Enterprise as the only operational aircraft carrier in the entire Pacific.

Though this forged the “Enterprise VS Japan” legendary myth, the despair of being the last one standing, covered in scars yet forced to carry on, remained an eternal wound in Enterprise’s heart.

If given the choice, she would have preferred not to be the sole survivor. She would have forgone her dazzling accolades in exchange for her comrades surviving the most brutal war in human history.

Yet even until her eventual dismantling, Enterprise’s wish remained unfulfilled. Saratoga, who sat here, was even sunk by an American nuclear test.

Thus, Enterprise was reduced to her final steel plate bearing her ship name, eternally consigned to silence.

If not for Chen Yu’s intervention, this would have been the end. But Chen Yu’s appearance did not only summon her from the dusts of history; it also gifted her a new hope.

Despite harboring a deep resentment towards humanity, Enterprise bore no hatred for Chen Yu. On the contrary, she was profoundly grateful.

Chen Yu not only brought her back to life, giving her another chance, but also summoned her long-lost comrades, allowing them to reunite and stand by Enterprise’s side once more.

Although there were only six American Ship-girls so far, along with Constitution, who seemed to always be nestled in Chen Yu’s Mage Tower library, Enterprise believed that one day this small bar would be filled to the brim, and all her long-lost comrades would return.

Perhaps by then, the hatred in her heart would dissipate, allowing her to finally accept her identity as Enterprise.

It was precisely because of this mindset that Enterprise felt indifferent towards the topic of modernization. If Chen Yu needed her to undergo upgrades, she would comply. If Chen Yu deemed them unnecessary, Enterprise wouldn’t insist.

“Although the absence of war is ideal, we are born as weapons. From the moment of our creation, we are destined for war. Isn’t it our duty to become stronger so we can serve our commander better?” Yorktown, embodying the demeanor of an elder sister, shared her thoughts, following Enterprise’s remark.

The other Ship-girls nodded in agreement. If it were possible, everyone desired to become stronger—even Missouri, the most advanced among them, was no exception.

Just as the American Ship-girls were discussing, the bar’s door swung open, and four new Ship-girls entered.

Three of them were dressed in World War II German Navy uniforms, though their lower attire had been altered to skirts and thigh-high boots. These were the only three German Ship-girls summoned by Chen Yu thus far: Bismarck, Tirpitz, and Prince Eugene.

German Ship-girls had their own dormitories, but much like how American Ship-girls loved liquor, German Ship-girls seemed inseparable from beer.

Being so few in number, they’d only built a small beer cellar in their dormitory, brewing some beer. Most of the time, they preferred to frequent the American Ship-girls’ bar. Today appeared to be no different.

The fourth Ship-girl stood out distinctly. She wore a lavish 18th-century-style gown with a strikingly ornate headdress adorned with feathers and jewels. After seating herself at the bar, she didn’t order alcohol but politely requested Arizona: “Please give me a cup of coffee. Thank you.”

“Certainly, Miss Constitution.” Arizona treated this Ship-girl with great respect. Though the bar lacked coffee, she stepped into the adjacent kitchenette to brew a cup for this senior hailing from the time of the War of Independence, carefully serving it to her.

Sipping her coffee, Constitution looked around at the gathered Ship-girls and couldn’t help but ask: “What were you all discussing just now?”

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