Azur lane: Siren Reader

Standing here, holding my Wives' blade

A/N: this chapter didn't publish for almost a year

Back in the world you were in you saw people running away from the city with their loved ones, some of them leave their children just to save themselves 'Selfish' you thought as you start killing people one by one by decapitating them to simply disintegrate them by your plasma turret. You saw someone hiding in a very clever spot so you start to whistle, the whistle has a smooth tone yet is deadly to hear because the humans called you the whistling death.

You are now on top of the person who is hiding in a clever spot you stop whistling and let your whole body fall, the fall makes a whistling sound similar to the F4U Corsair who was about to take down the enemy ground troops. The person wondered where the whistling came from until he looks what was above him before he can react you slammed the ugly bastard's head to the ground his head was obliterated by the impact making it into nothing but splatter pieces of flesh. You were wandering out the streets, you saw your potential enemy getting killed, you were born for this you were programmed to kill.

You entered a mansion on the way up from your strolling it was still perfectly unharmed nor any sign of life as well. You went inside your dull eyes scanning all around the huge living hall. A faint sound has been heard and all of the vision went dark.

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The siren clutched his stomach as the blood and cuts all around his feminine body were bruise from the fight. He wasn't expecting to encounter the whole Royal Navy on their way to the Azur Lane HQ he was overpowered by the Queen Elizabeth-Class Battleships but his mind was focused on the twin-tailed goddess and the silver-haired maiden he can't think about anything, not even his wounds, though his nanites are no longer inside his body. The beach he was currently on is soaked with blood, and the island is small for comfort, there are only two coconut trees that have no... Coconuts on it... Sad.

"Someone must've been here," thought the male "I can command Prince of Wales to be here or to follow me along the way... But I never thought of that" he cursed at himself, he enjoyed her company of having, well intercourse, and traveling with a beautiful Royal Navy battleship.

He put his siren rigging gently on a coconut tree, his rigging is damaged but it can still take a beating of one or two 15-inch shells, torpedoes? Not a chance. The Purifier-looking guy rests his body on the other coconut tree and slept for a while or so he thought.

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5 years later (where all new ship girls are now here in the game)

(Yn) P.O.V

I woke up on a cold night the wind hits my still wounded body how long was I asleep? I checked my rigging but my rigging is filled with grass... More like the grass is growing within my rigging. I ignore it and start to clean it up I check my timer that monitors my sleep- 5 YEARS!? I slept for 5 years!?

"What the fuck..." I said dumbfounded, am I that heavy sleeper? And better yet why haven't my wounds healed yet when I slept for 5 years?

I think I might faint again, "ugh my stab wounds..." I looked at the huge stab marks on my stomach that Royal Navy Corgy with a big ass Claymore like Dante did a number on me. No time it's still night time 2400 hours exactly.

*STAB!*

"AGH MOTHERFFFFFFFFF--MY TOE!" Why am I even barefooted!? Where are my thigh-high boots!? Did someone rape me in my sleep!? Okay, that's just nonsense.

"Where is it- where the fu- oh there it is" I finally found my boots why is it there in the first place? Didn't I leave it on my feet? Ah, no matter the thought makes my head pound in pain more.