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[Future held your hand in surprise, only letting go after a long while. She looked thoughtful and said, "Master, what kind of skill is this? It can actually mimic the appearance of divine power!"]
[You're not too surprised that the Future could see through your divine disguise. The fact that the Independent Fleet could survive alone at sea suggests the Future must possess extremely powerful abilities.]
[However, you now know that although you can fake the appearance of divine power, you do not possess its essence, and therefore cannot help the Future Ship on its path to upgrade.]
[Future, however, showed no disappointment. Seeing that you looked like you were about to pack your things and run away, she couldn't help but laugh and say, "Don't worry, although you've offended Death, ship girls won't attack humans. That's the rule of the gods."]
[You simply cannot imagine that ship girls possessing the power of ten thousand tons would bow down to humanity over a mere rule. In your view, the humans of this world, aside from their ability to receive divine power, have no advantage over the ship girls. What exactly is binding them? Is this a female-oriented website?]
[Afterwards, you formally entered into a contract with the Future, only to realize that you hadn't actually formally contracted with Thursday before...]
stare……
On Thursday, he squatted in the corner, full of resentment, staring at Latis, who looked embarrassed.
"What's the matter, Master?"
Future looked up slightly at Latis, who was scratching his head, hugging the inside of his knees, bringing his elastic calves together, his bare feet hanging in the air, pressed tightly together with a hint of shyness, his insteps taut, forming a powerful arc.
"This, this isn't right, is it?" Latis blushed, glanced at Thursday who was cursing himself in the corner, and chuckled dryly.
"Didn't they tell me on Thursday that ship girls have contracts like this?"
"Eh?"
Future loosened her hands from hugging her knees, sat up, smoothed out the wrinkles in her skirt, and looked at Thursday.
"……snort!"
On Thursday, feeling the gaze of the Future, he shuddered and let out a guilty groan.
"So that's how it is." After calming his racing heart for a while, Future took off the panties hanging on his thigh and put them aside. Then he moved a bit towards the foot of the bed, making room in the middle.
She patted the bed and said to Thursday:
"Why don't you go first?"
……
[You were internally ranting about how composed the Future was, like a queen, but to your surprise, Thursday actually sat awkwardly on the bed, mimicking the Future's earlier posture by hugging her legs and revealing the docking hole.]
[As you stare at the two docking holes placed side by side, you feel your brain starting to boil. You, who have lived a life of pristine purity, have never seen anything like this before.]
The rain soaked the sky, ruining it with a sophisticated touch, while you dried the silence, fighting impulsively, even if it was a mistake, it was just out of fear of missing out...
[You firmly stamped your personal seal on their little contract. At the same time, you could feel your consciousness slowly extending outwards, sketching the shape of Thursday in your mind, then continuing to travel hundreds of nautical miles, etching the image of the Future.]
Before you could even process what changes this contract had brought you, a fierce scream interrupted your thoughts. You opened your eyes to find Thursday's body arched high, the entire ship girl like a taut bow. Only after you stopped moving did she slump back onto the bed.
"what?"
Latis paused, looking at his hard personal seal.
"Wow, talent can actually play a role in this?"
The Future gently touched the cold sweat on Thursday's forehead and asked curiously:
"Master, is this one of your skills? It's so powerful! I feel like Thursday is having a hard time handling it."
"No, wait, I'm a little confused."
Latis scratched his head hard, and suddenly came up with a brilliant solution.
"Then I'll stamp Thursday six times, and save the seventh stamp for the Future, and that solves the problem! The Future's material structure is stronger, so there's no need to worry about it breaking down. Perfect!"
[You solved the problem of how to tailor your approach to the specific needs of each student with your brilliant thinking. Thursday, though of low material strength, possessed immense power, so you sculpted its solid body through repeated tempering; Future, though of high quality and sturdy, lacked a sense of imposing force, so you increased its instantaneous strength and resilience through powerful impacts.]
Finally, amidst the harmonious murmur of pearls falling on a jade plate, the two ship girls experienced a remarkable increase in experience. But you are still not satisfied; you are simply too strong now! They must be very disappointed that they couldn't give you enough fun...
Afterwards, you sat on the dock, watching the dripping drainpipe of Thursday, and chose the skill you gained from the Future's port.
[Miku Fan: What you love is your life. With this skill, you gain the passive ability "Never Changes." Never Changes: Stay true to yourself; you will never be overwhelmed by power or authority, nor corrupted by temptation or divine power.]
The next day, Future told you the purpose of her trip. Upon hearing this, you immediately slapped your thigh and exclaimed, "It's just an essential oil back massage, pshaw, it's more like a reactor hot-swap! I'm an expert at that!"
[After some effort, and then you couldn't resist, so you made another effort; after joining on Thursday, you made yet another effort; looking at the two ship girls sleeping side by side, you made yet another effort... Finally, before nightfall, you watched the Independent Fleet's escort ship pick up the Future, whose trip had been worthwhile, and send it back home.]
[At their parting, the Future tells you that if SM Port officially enters a period of war, even if you want Thursday to undergo warship modifications, you must not let her undergo the divine power baptism. If any emergency occurs in the future, she will contact you through the contract and take you away.]
As you gaze upon the Future, each component clearly presented in the contract, you can't help but blush with embarrassment. The feeling of being able to observe the graceful forms of the ship's parts at any time is simply wonderful for someone like you, a former modeler enthusiast.
[At the same time, you also sensed a void above the core of the Future. The Future told you that this was where motherships like the Death Ship stored the divine power they received from the divine messengers. And she believed that even without the infusion of divine power, her Future Ship could become a mothership, and even embark on the path to godhood.]
[The Future doesn't believe in gods, and although you don't know why, since you've formed a contract, she shouldn't harm you. You didn't choose to return to the Independent Fleet with the Future for two reasons: first, the Independent Fleet lacks the materials to help upgrade Thursday; second, the port is relatively safe. Although you've made a mess of things for Death, she still won't attack you. No matter how strong the Future is, she's still just a battleship, and battleships are not uncommon in her fleet.]
[However, there's one more crucial point for you: this is an excellent place to fleece customers! As a die-hard Steam shareholder, you firmly believe that no one in this world understands how to exploit newbies better than you!]
The next day, you put up a sign at the entrance that read "-50 off," along with the headline: "No one understands the value of the Honor G8 better than me, and no one understands the potential of the Future series better than me!"
[Soon, you'll welcome your first guest, a transport ship girl. After you upgrade her core reactor to Epic level amidst her rousing song, she bursts into tears, lamenting that Epic reactors from the Armament Modification Department cost 20,000 credits, and your 1,000 credits per upgrade is practically a donation. She'll go home and worship you as a male bodhisattva in the Great Ocean World.]
[While you were still in a daze, the next customer crept in, covering her face. She told you shyly that she also wanted vocal lessons, that she wanted you to guide her mouth-to-mouth on how to sing with a high pitch. After saying this, she took a deep breath and began to undress.]
[Your expression changed drastically, and you quickly stopped her, righteously telling her that you were indeed providing legitimate massage services. Then you tapped her on the head three times, and with an air of righteous indignation, you saw her out the door, her face full of disappointment.]
Of course, it's not that you don't want to sell your body; having already accepted the nickname "Gutter Bro," you'd love to make money the moment you lie down. The main concern is that Thursday's victim hasn't adjusted his mindset yet, and your path to becoming a "superstar" still needs to be taken slowly.
That night, you waited until the wee hours, but the ship girl who wanted an informal massage didn't show up. You sighed and added another line to the sign outside: "Singing lessons available at home in the evenings, 10,000 yen per night."
A week later, your shop began to circulate among the upper echelons of the distribution center, and even the destroyer ordered by the Death Ship to monitor you couldn't resist trying it out. Your wealth began to swell rapidly, but you knew the importance of keeping your riches hidden, especially since the Future Ship had informed you through a contract that the outer enemy forces had broken through the defenses in small groups and could attack the distribution center at any moment.
[As expected, war broke out instantly, and you were swept along by a large number of ships, embarking on a journey of campaigns east and west with your mothership.]
The mothership doesn't often go to the front lines, and you, as a non-combat unit, remain within the fleet's inner sphere. Every day you see hundreds of different ships moving between the front lines and the fleet, and you have a sudden inspiration: seize the opportunity to promote yourself as a rehabilitation massage therapist.
[Several months passed quickly. Although the supply and cash flow at the distribution center continued to shrink, your assets increased rather than decreased. You not only secretly purchased countless battle-damaged weapons discarded from the front lines from your warship clients, but also cultivated various connections to acquire rare materials directly from various transport ships, completing the upgrade on Thursday.]
[The current Thursday, aside from its still-exteriorly camouflaged with wood, is no less formidable than any battleship! With a speed of 60 knots, a carrying capacity of 50,000 tons, and armed with four large-caliber main guns and ten secondary guns, and thanks to the legendary-class reactors mounted on both port and starboard sides, its effective firing range reaches a staggering 20 kilometers!]
By the time the mothership, the Death, realized something was wrong, you had already amassed a fortune at the distribution center with virtually no initial investment.
"What exactly did you do?!"
Death's eyes were practically spitting fire as she slammed the greatsword she was carrying onto the makeshift floating platform, sending a powerful wave bursting out in all directions.
"Small business, legitimate livelihood!"
Latis grabbed his signboard and shouted:
"I, La, have not done anything that violates public morals! I love Earth's culture and civilization and have absolutely no anti-human tendencies. I promise that I have never sent Earth's coordinates to the Trisolarans, nor have I revealed any information about Earth to any aliens, extradimensional civilizations, parallel universes, other universes, or parallel universes!"
Death was momentarily stunned, then became even more enraged. She raised her greatsword, pointed it at Latis, and shouted:
"Everyone, seize him and take him back to jail. I want to interrogate him thoroughly!"
After a moment of silence, Death looked at the ship girls who refused to step forward with a puzzled expression. After a long while, it seemed to understand something and laughed bitterly:
"Fine, fine, so you're all having affairs behind my back, aren't you! A bunch of vile women!"
"Death, don't worry, leave this to us."
Several men dressed entirely in black robes approached and laughed loudly:
"The gods have confirmed that this man has no background whatsoever. Those tricks he played last time were nothing but a smokescreen! Let us corrupt his mind and offer him to the gods as a sacrifice and a gift!"
Dark divine power surged in their hands as they chanted blasphemous incantations. With a terrifying surge of divine power, the filthy divine magic instantly enveloped Latis.
"Behold, this is the punishment of the supreme god!" the man shouted arrogantly.
"Everyone, all ship girls, are born to be ruled by God! Hahahaha..."
"Bro, if you do that at an angle, you'll get shot a hundred times over."
Latis stroked his thick hair, stepped out of the dark magical aura, patted his spotless clothes, and addressed the dumbfounded divine messengers:
"Is this the power of the gods? It's not even as strong as my drainpipe on Thursdays."
He glanced at the glowing "rice noodles," smiled, and slowly walked to the Death Ship.
"Death, you've really had a tough time, spending all your time with these useless guys. I wonder if the gods can increase their masculinity; they look so weak!"
Latis activated "Sound of the Tide," then, amidst Death's horrified gaze, forcibly pried open her arms that were protecting her chest, grabbed her chin, pulled her in front of him, and bit her lip hard.
"Ugh!" Death struggled free, stumbled back a few steps, and blankly touched its bleeding lips.
"See that? Now, those who are above you aren't the followers of those false gods!" Latis gave a thumbs-up, pointed sharply at himself, and grinned.
"Kono Latisda!"
Chapter 70 A Man Among Men, Ship Men! (Two-in-One)
[Those who frequently commit this kind of crime know that the pleasure of being a "yellow-haired man" isn't just watching the female lead struggle and succumb to your advances, but also seeing the victim's incredulous yet helplessly furious state.]
【黑袍神使痛苦地呐喊着，冲上前来想要狠狠地揍你一顿。然而这些虚弱的攻势，在已经借了势的你面前就像蚊虫一般轻微，你随手一拂，他们便飞出去了几十米远。】
The surrounding ship girls screamed in alarm. Although they had all sung incredibly solid high notes under your tutelage and were your students for a night, the Divine Messenger held a supreme position in their hearts. Now, seeing you slap away a bunch of Divine Messengers, the solid mountain in their hearts seemed to have suddenly developed a deep crack, and they didn't know when it would shatter.
[“You…” Deathhorse wanted to say something, but seemed somewhat relieved. Perhaps she had long wanted to do this, but was constrained by her desperate pursuit of divine power, and had to feign compliance with the divine messenger. Looking at your domineering presence, she automatically ignored your grinning lower body, sighed, and ultimately chose silence.]
You knew in your heart that silence was the most vehement statement Death could make; her path was already fraught with irreversible obstacles. You didn't escalate the conflict further, but instead chuckled and gently stroked her 36D bust. Amidst her embarrassed and annoyed expression, you softly told her that those ship girls you had slept with were gifts you left for her, then gracefully left, leaving her with a bewildered look.
"Gift?"
The Deathship looked around blankly at the excited, whispering ship girls, and finally waved to a transport ship.
"My lord!" The transport ship girl knelt on one knee, her face filled with fear.
"What are you wearing?" Death walked up to her and asked, looking down at her.
"Yes, it's the image of 'Massage Master' Latis..." The transport ship's voice trailed off as she trembled and lowered her head, fearing that the Death Ship, which had just suffered a defeat at Latis's hands, would send her back to be reworked.
"Massage Master?" Death felt a sudden, sharp pain in her head. She silently removed the portrait from the transport ship girl's neck, intending to take a closer look, when the transport ship girl suddenly grabbed her legs.
"My lord! Please don't destroy this portrait. It's just a small token of my gratitude to Lord Latis!" The transport ship girl knelt on the ground, burying her head in Death's thighs, trembling.
"I didn't... Huh?" Death was about to break free from the transport ship girl when she suddenly sensed a change in her strength. Death's expression changed slightly. After comparing the data of various ship types in her mind, she took a deep breath and lifted the transport ship girl's clothes.
"An epic reactor?"
Death looked at the port on the transport ship girl's abdomen and asked solemnly.
"Mmm!" The transport ship girl nodded vigorously, then revealed the insertion holes on her thighs and arms, and said loudly:
"Actually, there are two more legendary reactors! But Lord Latis said it's his special technique; once removed, they'll revert to ordinary reactors, so he can't mass-produce them..."
“I see…” Death looked up, glanced around at the ship girls again, and suddenly a wistful smile appeared on her face as she murmured: