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Naval Gacha System: It's Time To Monopolize The Seven Seas!

In the silent solace of a forest on an unknown island, a middle-aged man awoke to a world brimming with vibrant life. A stark difference between the preceding sceneries of the concrete jungle that shrouded his life. As his mind emerged from the murky depths of unconsciousness, he was greeted by the gentle sunlight filtering through the lush canopy above. His name was Abraham Shepherd, an office worker. When he salvaged a tinge of his lucidness and calm, Abraham found himself grappling with the fog of memory and the weight of his recent demise. However, he found comfort in the tranquility of his surroundings. Though initially disoriented by his newfound state, he gradually reclaimed his composure and clarity of mind. But Abraham's respite was short-lived, for he soon realized the extraordinary circumstances of his existence. Transmigration. Transmigrated from his former life as an ordinary office worker, he now stood at the threshold of an unfamiliar realm, teeming with possibilities and unknown dangers. Recalling the horrific experience of his untimely demise during a heated gaming session, the helplessness, fear, and loneliness. A flicker of determination soon ignited within his soul. Driven by a newfound resolve to seize control of his destiny, Abraham embarked on a journey of self-discovery and survival. With each step forward, he embraced the uncertainty of his new reality, determined to carve out a place for himself in this fantastical world. But as fate would have it, Abraham's path would intersect with a revelation beyond his wildest imagination yet should have been expected to come. | Initializing Naval Building System… | ――――― Do you want to read a story about a protagonist summoning modern warships into a fantasy world? Well, here it is! The Naval Gacha System: It's Time To Monopolize The Seven Seas!

Mister_Archon · Fantaisie
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| 048 | Vice Admiral Laplace

In front of the Fleet Admiral's desk, Vice Admiral Charlotte stepped forward and gave the respected salute of the highest of command of the United Navy. Her grayish eyes peered at the middle-aged man before she calmly introduced herself as per protocol.

"Fleet Admiral Abraham Shepherd, Vice Admiral Charlotte reporting." Her soothing voice escaped her supple lips. 

Charlotte's beauty wasn't to be underestimated. Although it didn't rival that of Laplace's, it was still a realm on its own. Her silver-shaded blond hair and somewhat curved yet leaned body seemed to promote one another well.

There was also her natural aloof expression and her empty grayish irises. It makes it hard to read, and perhaps that was among her greatest qualities.

Abraham raised an eyebrow, wondering what the Executive Officer of his ship might need from him.