Azur Lane Mobile Front.

After the two briefly introduced themselves, staff members guided Nevada to sail the ship out of the dock.

After Garcia, no one succeeded in building another, as if the battleship that had just appeared out of thin air was just an illusion. This strengthened everyone's resolve to stab Garcia with spears later.

About half an hour later, it was finally Rob's turn. Rob didn't think much of it. Based on his observations, the probability of successful construction was incredibly low. This collective construction was just a formality; after graduation, everyone would be assigned to different ports to command ships in their respective areas. So Rob abandoned his earlier anxieties, convinced he was destined to sink like his classmates.

As soon as the construction button was pressed, the cabins that the ship stepped out of immediately responded.

"I actually won?!" Rob was overjoyed; after all, not having any hope before didn't mean he wouldn't be happy to actually win. But he immediately noticed something was wrong. The spot where the Nevada hull had appeared was completely silent. This was different from what he had learned at the academy. "What's going on?"

"Enterprise, the second ship of the Yorktown-class frigates formerly under White Eagle command, reporting for duty. Unfortunately, given my current condition, I am no longer able to continue combat."

"Wait, who did you say you are?" Not only was Rob confused, but Saratoga and Lexington, who were just there to watch the drama unfold, were also confused. Of course, the most confused person was another company present, who was now caught in the three questions of "Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing here?"

Rob didn't care about anything else and pulled the ship, which was still in the cabin and claimed to be Enterprise, out. Hey, you know what, it really did look like Enterprise. But while Enterprise had a serious, military look, this one looked like it was out shopping. It was wearing a tank top, jeans, and sneakers. The most outrageous thing was that it had an ice pop in its mouth!

"You said...you're a company? Then who is she?"

"Oh, it seems there's already a company here. Don't worry, she's a company, and so am I."

"And what about your ship equipment?" Rob asked the question that everyone present wanted to ask.

“Naval equipment? I don’t have that kind of thing anymore, which is why I said I can no longer go to the battlefield. If I had to say, this,” Enterprise said, pulling out the tag stuck in the ditch, “this should be what I call naval equipment. After all, I’m a retired enterprise, and this is all I have left.”

Everyone present fell silent. But the company quickly broke the silence, "Long time no see, Mrs. Lex, and old friend. Oh, by the way, the other me, old friend, is squeezing lemonade into your glass."

The word "lemon" instantly brought the company, which was still contemplating its fate, back to reality. Saratoga, whose prank had been interrupted, disappeared in a flash. Lexington apologized to the company, thinking that he should at least give Saratoga an extra "meal" that night.

Chapter Four: Admit it! This is your favorite game!

Rob returned to the queue after the construction was completed, pondering whether he had won or not. Meanwhile, the Enterprise was pulled away by Lexington and his group, seemingly with much to discuss. A long-awaited "ding" pulled Rob from his thoughts.

"System, you're still alive?"

[Please be mindful, host; the concept of death does not exist in this system.]

"Tell me, what's new this time?"

[The technology tree system is now available. Please check it out.]

"Technology tree? Let me see."

Rob opened the system panel in his mind and examined it carefully for a while. The so-called tech tree is about accumulating experience to obtain mobile suits, and then using those mobile suits to gain experience to unlock new equipment or more advanced mobile suits. Different mobile suits are divided into different factions. There are also some mobile suits that are completely isolated from the tech tree, and the unlocking condition also seems to be experience, but that experience is a different color. For example, the Founder Gundam can be unlocked all the way up to the ν Gundam, but the Hi-ν Gundam is isolated from the tech tree. As he looked, memories from before Rob's transmigration flooded his mind, and for some reason, he felt his blood pressure rise a little.

"Hey system, this thing looks kind of familiar to me!"

[Admit it! This is your favorite game!] The sudden sound of a Russian woman's voice immediately brought everything back to Rob's mind.

"The St. Petersburg Shipyard!"

[That's right, this system has selected the most suitable model for the host based on their memories.]

"So, do you also have premium ships and special ships with this kind of thing?"

[You'll get everything you need. Keep working hard, host! As long as you work hard, you'll become stronger.]

"Thank you, but my blood pressure is already high. Where did all my previous experience go?"

[It has been transformed into a machine body. Please prepare to receive it, host.]

"Forced sale? I don't even have the opportunity to run my own sales line?"

[Please respect this offer. This is a first-time discount. Experience can only unlock mechs; converting a mech requires silver coins. Silver coins can be converted to universal resources in this world at a 1:1 ratio. The mech to be converted for you is the Gundam-SEED Tech Line VI GAT-X105 Strike Gundam. The original conversion cost was 3.2 million silver coins. Do you wish to cancel the conversion?]

"Don't give up, please help me transform."

[Conversion begins. Please accept, host.]

"Wait? Now?" Rob panicked immediately. "System, stop messing around! How am I supposed to explain that I conjured up a Gundam out of thin air?"

[The conversion has begun and cannot be stopped. Please proceed to the dock immediately to receive it.] Clearly, the system doesn't care how this is explained.

"Report! Instructor, I need to use the dock. I feel that the ship I just built is only now beginning to be constructed."

"Are you sure?" The instructor in charge was skeptical, but still called on the staff to prepare. After all, it was easier to accept that the ship's hull would be delayed for some reason than that it would be completed successfully but only a girl would emerge.

"Step forward, go."

"Yes" (This step was a successful deception; later, the blame could only be shifted to the company, and he could only claim ignorance.)

It's obvious that the system-generated mechs and the ship rigs constructed are not visually similar. Ship rigs are constructed step by step, while mechs are simply flashed with white light and then stand there with a "Duang!"

The staff, instructors, and students watching were starting to question their existence. What on earth is all this?

"Robo, I need an explanation." The instructor rubbed his temples, his head aching.

"Reporting to the instructor, I don't know. Report complete."

"You don't even know what you've created?"

"I know what this is, but I don't know how it was made."

"Tell me, what is this?"

"Gundam. Model: GAT-X105, Codename: Strike. Answer complete."

While Rob was trying to bluff his way out of the situation, Saratoga had already climbed onto the Strike Gundam's legs. "Enterprise, your commander said this is your ship's hull. It's so cool. Saratoga wants to take a picture later."

Enterprise glanced at Rob, who was trying his best to cover up the situation, and said, "Probably." Then she walked over and grabbed Rob's arm. "Commander, come with me to take a look at my ship."

The word "I" in "enterprise" was emphasized particularly heavily, clearly indicating that Rob needed to explain things properly to her.

However, the company's move clearly saved Robo from a predicament. After all, the company itself stated that it was her ship, so it must be. There's no need to be too clear-cut about ships; there are plenty of unscientific aspects. A couple of exceptions are perfectly normal.

"I'll give you an explanation when we get back."

Saratoga was eventually captured by her sister Lexington.

"Your situation is quite unique. Headquarters will definitely have another meeting. After all, this is something that has never appeared before. This giant robot can hardly be called a ship's hull anymore, right? But don't worry, Sarah will help. Your company will definitely be fine. However, this giant robot may have to stay at the research institute for a few days. After all, the researchers there are green with envy."

At this point, the staff came over and said, "Putting everything else aside for now, how are you going to handle the logistics for this thing? How are you going to resupply it?"

"System, how do we resupply this thing?"

[Of course a battery-powered machine charges! Are you stupid, host?]

"What about the ammunition?"

[Silver coins will be deducted immediately after an attack.]

After a chaotic scene, some things were finally settled. The ships built this time all belonged to the White Eagle faction, so there were no naturalization issues; the paperwork was completed on the spot. Saratoga and the others finished their gossip and went back to their work. The two companies, however, seemed to still have things to discuss, exchanging contact information and agreeing to stay in touch.

After completing the formalities, the next step was to help the company purchase daily necessities. It turned out that when the ship went shopping, she was no different from any other girl; in fact, because of her superior stamina, she was even more formidable than the average girl. Fortunately, they only bought some daily necessities today, so Rob didn't get exhausted. Since they couldn't hitch a ride, it was already 9 PM when the two of them finally got back to the dormitory. After helping the company tidy up its room and organize its belongings, it was already the next day. Rob realized that the company was a complete novice at housework; its biggest advantage was not causing trouble.

After packing everything up, Rob said goodbye to the company and went back to his dormitory, thankfully it wasn't far. He took a hot shower, checked the clock, and realized he could still sleep for a few hours. But before going to sleep, Rob had one more thing to confirm.

"System, this Gundam doesn't have any piloting instructions? How am I supposed to pilot it?"

[The ship's mental cube can resonate with the mech, and after resonance, the mech will transform into the ship's new rigging.]

"Wait, you promised I'd pilot a Gundam!"

[After the ship and the Gundam resonate, the Gundam itself emerges.]

"????"

Chapter 5: The Companies That Get Their Parents Called In

The morning sunlight shone into Luo Bo's dormitory. Luo Bo woke up to the sound of his alarm clock. He took his time to wash up, ate a casual breakfast, and then went to class.

"Strange, I feel like I've forgotten something..."

With these questions in mind, Rob entered the classroom. He saw Garcia bound and suspended, surrounded by others trying to poke him with homemade spears. Some were even gesticulating wildly, as if performing some kind of sacrificial ritual. Garcia's ship, Nevada, watched all this with amusement; clearly, the students didn't seem to have any ill intentions—at least, they wouldn't die.

As soon as Rob entered, everyone turned to look at him in unison. This scene even reminded Rob of the classic "turnaround smile" from his Resident Evil days. Rob immediately felt like he was being watched by a pack of wolves. At that moment, he also remembered what he had forgotten.

"Sorry, wrong place, goodbye!" This place is clearly not safe to stay any longer. As for Garcia, sorry, I'm really not familiar with him!

"Damn it, don't run, take this spear!"

Years of consistent exercise have finally paid off; at least Rob ran faster than his classmates and successfully escaped being hung up.

Once the teacher entered, everyone had no choice but to behave themselves, and only then did Luo Bo cautiously enter the classroom. After class, he immediately transformed into a whirlwind, leaving those who hadn't managed to kill the lucky guy thoroughly frustrated and regretful.

Around noon, Mr. Langley from the ship's side came to visit.

"Robb, where's your family business? Why didn't you come to class on the first day?" The petite teacher, Langley, was clearly not happy.

"Huh? She didn't come to class?" Rob thought to himself that he had spoken to the company yesterday. Where did she go if she wasn't in class? "I understand, Professor Langley, I'll go check on her right now."

After saying goodbye to Langley, Rob rushed to the ship's dormitory and found Enterprise. Good heavens, she was still asleep in bed. And her sleeping posture wasn't great either, plus judging by what she was wearing, she hadn't even changed her clothes before going to sleep yesterday?

Rob didn't care about anything else and pulled the company out of bed. "Wake up, wake up! Professor Langley has come to your door asking why you're not going to class."

The business owner, still half-asleep and seemingly not fully awake, asked, "Class? What class?"

Seeing the company in this state, Rob didn't say much. He pulled the company into the restroom, wet a towel with cold water, and slapped it directly on its face. The company shivered, indicating it had mostly woken up.

"Tell me, why aren't you going to class?"

"I just don't really want to go. Anyway, I've already retired, so there's no point in learning those things."

"No, if you think it's unnecessary, you can submit a report. The ship training isn't mandatory; you just need to submit a report, right?"

"It's quite troublesome, Commander, please go for me."

Rob felt exhausted; his company seemed to have the air of someone giving up.

"Okay, okay, I'll report it to you and get it done, but you still have to go to class until it's approved. Hurry up and get ready to have lunch."

To Rob's surprise, although Langley had reported him to the authorities, it was clear that the company had more than one parent involved. Before he could even clean up the mess, more people came knocking.

"Enterprise, I heard from Langley that you didn't go to class today."

The company reacted like a startled cat, and it was quite amusing.

"York...Yorktown sister!"

Upon hearing this, Rob turned to look at the doorway and saw a beautiful silver-haired woman standing gracefully there, wearing a white dress, a black coat, and a blue rose brooch on her chest. She had a faint smile on her face and looked like a gentle and kind woman.

Just then, a handsome bald eagle flew in and landed on Yorktown's shoulder. Upon seeing the company, it flapped its wings and flew to the company's head, gently pecking at it a few times.

"Death, stop pecking my hair!"

"It seems Death also likes the businesses here. That's great." Yorktown turned his head and nodded to Rob. "Greetings, Commander Rob. I'll need your help taking care of my sister from now on."

"Nice to meet you, Miss Yorktown."

"By the way, Enterprise, you haven't eaten yet, have you? Let's have a welcome dinner together. Bumblebee and the others will be there too, Commander Robo, why don't you come along as well?"

"It's an honor," Rob said, indicating that he wouldn't miss out on the free meal.

Then Rob regretted it. As the only human sandwiched among a bunch of Yorktown-class companies, the pressure was immense. Both Yorktown and Bumblebee showed great interest in the newly emerged corporation, and by extension, they were quite interested in Rob as well. After several conversations, Rob felt like he was meeting the parents, giving the two-times-single Rob a real taste of the agony of meeting the parents.

"By the way, Enterprise #2, how about moving in with us? I heard from Yorktown that you seem completely incapable of tidying up! Just like Enterprise #1, hahaha!" The speaker was a blonde girl wearing a cowboy hat, none other than the Yorktown-class destroyer, Hornet. Hmm, blonde. She was the only blonde among the Yorktown-class ships present. Rob maliciously wondered if they had been switched at birth?

After Bumblebee finished speaking, he picked up his glass, downed a full glass of ale, let out a comfortable burp, and then got a knock on the head from Yorktown.

"Bumblebee, don't drink too much!"

"Oh, what does it matter? I have another older sister now! I'll have two corporate sisters from now on!"

"By the way, I have a question, could you please answer it, Rob?" Yorktown finished adding food to the plates of the two businessmen and refilling everyone's glasses with wine. Then, holding his glass with both hands, he asked Rob, "That thing you built yesterday... that thing..."

"Gundam! I've been to see it, it's so cool."

"Ah, right, Gundam. You mean that's Enterprise's ship equipment?"

"Ah...you could say that. Well, it can become ship equipment, as long as Enterprise and the machine successfully synchronize, then it will be her ship equipment. However, I don't know if my Enterprise is still willing to go to the battlefield, and I would never do something like forcing my own ships to go to the battlefield."

"It seems Commander Luo is quite a gentle person. In that case, I feel at ease entrusting the company to you."

“Miss Yorktown, you flatter me. What I mean is, war, war is coming. It’s already started in Europe. It’s impossible for us to remain unaffected here in the Pacific.”

What does that mean?

"The Ironblood broke away and established the Crimson Axis. Since they have formed a new organization, it means that there must be someone else on their side. And they must be someone of considerable importance. The next step is clear. First of all, it can't be the alliance between the Eastern Empire and the North, as the naval power of these two camps is currently insufficient. So, who could it be? Isn't it obvious?"

"Sardinia, and Sakura Empire?"

"I hope it's only Sardinia, because that way the battlefield will be confined to Europe. But if it's Sakura Empire too, then I can only say, it's time to prepare."

Chapter Six: Enterprises and Transfer Orders That Cannot Be Synchronized

The dinner with Yorktown-level guests ended in a cheerful atmosphere. Bumblebee's cowboy-like demeanor successfully infected everyone, and the content of the conversation was left unsaid for now, after all, let's enjoy the moment while we can.

For the next few days, the student diligently attended classes on time every day, seemingly proving the effectiveness of her older sister's strict discipline. Although she mostly slacked off in class, at least she came.

A few days later, the Ship Equipment Research Institute sent Rob a report. After all, he was the one who created the Strike Gundam, so Rob carefully read through it several times and summarized it into two sentences. First: We don't understand anything; we can't comprehend this thing. Second: We believe the reason we can't understand it is due to insufficient equipment and personnel; we need more budget. The report, dozens of pages long, was filled with two words: Send money.