Azur Lane Mobile Front.

That night, Rob fully realized the insurmountable gap between people and ships, or rather, between people and Gundam.

When Rob woke up, it was already noon the next day.

"Sigh~"

Because of his crazy antics last night, Rob felt sore all over his body as soon as he woke up.

Luo Bo glanced at the company sleeping soundly beside him and shook his head with a wry smile.

Well, it's already like this before we've even really started.

If I were to actually give away two more rings, I'm afraid I'd have to crawl out of bed.

[Host, this system believes your physical fitness needs improvement.]

The system, which had been absent for a long time, also appeared and gave Rob a good laugh.

"Don't be ridiculous. Can a person's physical fitness be compared to that of a warship? Do you think I've been trained in Getter Line or undergone any modifications?"

After stretching his somewhat stiff body a little, Rob finally stepped out of the room in the midday sun.

As soon as Rob stepped outside, he encountered the head maid, who seemed to have been waiting for him for a long time.

"Master, you got up exceptionally late today."

Although her words were very respectful, the head maid's expression was full of teasing.

"Cough cough~ I drank too much yesterday, too much!"

Of course, Rob couldn't say that he had been pinned down in bed and tormented by the company for most of the night, so he had to come up with another excuse.

The head maid didn't expose her, but her smile grew even brighter.

After lunch, Rob returned to his room.

The company has disappeared.

With the help of the head maid, Rob began to look through the documents that the Soviet Union had given him the day before.

"Time erased... In Siberia, a massive explosion occurred."

"On the night of the massive explosion, there were reports of siren patrol aircraft sighting over the blast site."

...

The document begins with a record of the well-known Tunguska event.

However, the above description differs significantly from what Rob knew before.

"Belfa, does the Royal Family have any records regarding the Tunguska event?"

“Master, the royal records of that incident are no different from those of the other factions. If there are any secrets hidden within, they can only be found in the records of the Northern Alliance.”

In response to Rob's question, the head maid shook her head, indicating that the royal family did not have any more detailed information.

So Rob continued to examine this document, which was likely top secret to the outside world.

"Was Rubik's Cube Technology born shortly after this incident?"

Although these two major events were indeed close in time, no one had ever connected them.

"Preliminary investigations suggest that the Tunguska event was caused by a meteorite from outer space."

"However, when the Northern Union forces arrived, no trace of the meteorite was found at the scene?"

"So... the Sirens took the meteorite away before the Northern Alliance arrived?"

"After the Tunguska event, the Sirens' activities in the polar seas became several times more frequent than before. It is speculated that they are looking for something. And it is very likely that it is the fragments scattered by the meteorite during the impact."

Robb and the head maid looked at each other in bewilderment.

This record is completely different from the well-known Tunguska event.

...

After a long record, the first ship of the Northern Union—the Aurora—was born.

According to the data, under Aurora's leadership, the Northern Union quickly wiped out the Sirens in the polar seas and even seized several Siren fortresses from them.

"In XXXX year of the Gregorian calendar, the scientific expedition team discovered a peculiar mineral in the polar seas."

"This unknown ore possesses a unique property. And once it leaves the designated area, this property immediately disappears."

As he read through the lengthy document, Rob suddenly felt his vision begin to blur.

The documents in my hand began to appear double.

Rob shook his head, trying to clear his head, but it was no use.

Gradually, he noticed that the records in the documents in front of him had changed.

“Our team discovered some unique biological samples on the seabed in the polar regions.”

"Through the study of these deep-sea biological communities, we have successfully recovered some samples that are suspected to be traces of the Tunguska meteorite."

"The sample is exactly as previously hypothesized; it has blended into its surroundings. Unless special energy-band instruments are used, the sample cannot be detected."

"It is recommended that a temporary research institute be established immediately on the polar sea surface under the guise of scientific research..."

"Master? Master!"

Just as Rob was about to take a closer look at the unusual document in front of him, he suddenly heard a faint shout.

Then, the information in front of me suddenly became blurry.

When Rob looked at it again, the text on the document had returned to its original state.

"Master, are you alright? Do you need to rest?"

Robb jolted awake and turned around to see the head maid's concerned gaze.

"I'm fine, it's probably just a hangover. Let's continue."

Although Rob was looking at the documents in front of him, his mind was completely focused on the unusual record he had just seen.

Clearly, since the head maid didn't find anything unusual, the problem definitely wasn't with the document itself.

The problem must lie with myself.

"The situation just now was somewhat similar to what happened at the Long Island defense line..."

Recalling what had just happened, Rob suddenly remembered the scenes he had witnessed when he was at the Long Island defense line.

What exactly happened to me?

If the footage he had seen at the Long Island defense line was real, then by the same token, the record he had just seen was also real.

"It seems there are quite a few secrets hidden here..."

"Perhaps I need more information about the Sirens..."

Based on the intelligence he had gathered, Rob felt that if he wanted to find the truth, the Sirens were the easiest direction to take.

Because, behind every historical event, one can always see the shadow of the Sirens to some extent.

"Belfa, could you please tell him that I need to access some information about the Sirens?"

He acted immediately; since Renbei Lian was willing to open the files to him, he figured he might as well take a look.

Chapter 147: The Sirens' Purpose

"Commander, this is our Northern Union's archives."

Soviet Belaros led Rob, and after turning several corners, they arrived at a not-too-large room deep inside.

Because it involved some confidential matters, the head maid wisely did not come along.

Thank you!

After nodding his thanks to Soviet Belaros, Rob entered the somewhat dimly lit archive room.

Several Northern Union ships were working here. They weren't surprised to see Robo arrive. They simply nodded quietly to him and continued with their work.

With the help of the Northern Allied ships, Robb found records here about the Sirens.

Rob couldn't wait, so he found an empty seat and sat down to start reading.

The more Rob looked, the more alarmed he became.

First, there's the Northern Alliance's intelligence gathering capabilities.

Regardless of which faction is involved in the incident, it seems that firsthand information can be found in this archive.

This giant northern bear, though always lying prone in the polar regions, has its eyes always fixed on the world.

Then, according to these records, the Sirens can be seen behind almost every event that has influenced the course of history.

"The Sirens' goal does not seem to be to destroy us, but to incite as much conflict as possible."

Even if we know the reason behind it, we still have to continue along the route the Sirens have planned.

This is at the end of a report on Sirens research, where researchers speculate about the Sirens' purpose.

After examining the situation carefully for a while, Rob suddenly realized that things were not so simple.

"No...that's not right!"

He compared this world with his memories of his past life.

Although the two worlds can be said to have followed completely different paths, their histories from the 19th century to World War II are strikingly similar.

An astonishing conjecture popped into Rob's mind.

"They are not stirring up trouble; they are recreating history!"

With that in mind, Rob went to find a lot more information.

As time went on, Rob learned more.

"Just as I suspected, history is being recreated."

Rob unfolded the documents he had on hand and began comparing them with his memories.

"The Washington Naval Treaty, the Rhine Exercise, Pearl Harbor, and so on. If it were simply about stirring up conflict, then the Sirens wouldn't have needed to make these events perfectly align with the historical events on my side."

Thinking about this, Rob recalled his experience at AF.

That time, the Sakura Empire was late when the battle began.

This also aligns perfectly with the Battle of Midway in Rob's original world.

This almost obsessive alignment style cannot be explained by anything other than stirring up controversy.

"So, what is their purpose?"

Having figured out an answer, Rob was even more confused.

What was the purpose of the Sirens' elaborate actions?

"Could it be... controlling variables?"

Looking back, whether they were testers or observers, they always referred to the ships as "experimental samples."

Rob naturally wondered if the Sirens were conducting some kind of experiment using this world.

Cold sweat broke out on Rob's back.

"For the first time, I hope my reasoning is wrong."

Putting down the documents in his hand, Rob slumped into his chair and let out a long sigh.

"I thought I got a script about resisting foreign enemies, but halfway through filming you tell me it's turned into something about transcending fate. Director, this costs extra!"

...

As Rob emerged from the archives, he realized that quite a bit of time had passed without him noticing.

It was a sunny afternoon when I went in, but when I came out, the stars had already climbed into the night sky and were twinkling around a bright moon.

"Heh~ But it's not like there's no chance at all!"

Check your system's resource inventory. Putting everything else aside, with a little more effort, you'll soon have a brand-new Class X special mech.

Looking at the bigger picture, you have more cards to play than just these.

Just as Rob was envisioning the future, his stomach betrayed him and began to protest.

"Heh~ Time to go eat."