Opening Scene: Narration
They say life's a battlefield… but for me? It was straight chaos before I even learned how to fight. Abandoned, beaten, and scarred—my parents acted like I was nothing, just mid. After a decade of that mess, I snapped. One wild moment—a knife, silence, and just like that, I flipped the script. The cops let me go, probably thought I was too young, too broken to catch real heat.
The orphanage was at least meh, but I was still haunted, especially at night. They called it Dissociative Identity Disorder. By day, I was Kai—same old story. By night? Total NPC mode, no chill. The sisters had to tie me down, but when I got loose, someone nearly got sent to the shadow realm. That was my last shot.
Hospitals, therapy, treatments—nothing stuck. Then one morning, I just woke up, new patch notes dropped or something. The disorder was gone, but what replaced it was like cold steel—logic dialed up, kindness and darkness locked in.
I ghosted people, just vibing with my thoughts and games. That's how I landed in Azur Lane. Most players were there for the waifus, but I was all about the ships—the designs, the tactics. Digging deep into the mechanics, I wondered—why aren't there any shipguys?
So, I made one, just for kicks.
Zumwalt. DDG-1000. The Phantom Warship. My masterpiece, my low-key obsession. I knew every warship, every battle, every bolt—could've written a book, but instead I sketched something impossible.
And then… I died.
Scene: The Accident
Classic setup: blind old man, wheelchair, truck-kun. Barely had time to process, since just returned from school changed clothes wearing a freaking black vest and baggy pants so i just moved, got ratio'd by life itself.
Impact. Darkness. My last thought? "Bruh, this is why I don't play the hero."
Scene: Awakening on Zumwalt
Cold air. Salt and steel. A hum, deep and steady, just like ASMR for warships.
I bolted upright, heart racing, clutched cold metal. The deck spread endless, ocean rolling, vibes unreal.
No way…
I looked up at the massive tower—sensors, radars, sleek angles, stealth vibes max. I wasn't showing up on anyone's radar.
"This is—"
"—the Zumwalt."
"NANDA KORE?!"
Brain spinning, PTSD slamming me like a viral meme. I was in denial—had just died, so where the hell was I now?
Slowly, I got my breathing under control. Been through worse, right? Had to think it through.
"If this is real… then, where am I?"
Climbed up, past arrays and missile hatches, found the highest point. Stared out: endless blue, silhouettes of islands, a calm so quiet it felt like before a boss fight.
"This…this is Azur Lane."
Exhaled, and honestly, only one thing made sense.
"Oh fuck. I'm cooked."
Scene: The Awakening of Zumwalt Armor
Spent hours pacing, brain speedrunning worst-case scenarios. Then—it hit me.
"If I'm on a ship…"
Does that mean—
A mechanical hum pulsed through me. The ship shifted—metal segments split, reconfigured, locking around me.
"Wait, what the—?"
Advanced Gun Systems snapped onto my forearms, forming heavy gauntlets. VLS launchers folded onto my shoulders, winged and ready for action. Twin railguns slotted at my hips, laser cannons latched to my calves, radiating heat like a modded setup.
Then—the visor slammed down, dual-band radar feeding directly into my senses. But new feature alert: slim tail-wing structures on each visor side, giving it a sleek, futuristic look and extra sensor rizz..
RAM turrets stowed under the launchers, hidden but locked and loaded.
Boots powered up with propulsion. I moved—smooth, balanced, like skating but with warship drip.
"So this is what it's like… to wear a warship."
Scene: First Contact
A cool, precise voice hit my ears.
[SYSTEM ONLINE.]
[CONNECTION STABLE. WELCOME, PRIMARY USER.]
"Okay, who's talking?"
[I AM YOUR INTEGRATED AI SYSTEM. PRIMARY DESIGNATION: CLASSIFIED. Ready for your input—pick a name.]
"AI, huh? Let's keep it short. 'I'."
[NAME CONFIGURED. I AWAIT YOUR COMMANDS, KAI.]
"so what can you do?"
[CAN BASICALLY ENCHANCE YOUR COMBAT ABILITIES AND HELP YOU IN SEVERAL TASK AND ALSO TAKE ACTIONS REQUIRED FOR SURVIVAL BUT ONLY UNDER PERMISSION BUT IF IN A RISK OF DEATH NO PERMISSIONS WILL BE TAKEN]
"ok ok i get it now.... so..."
paused for a while and thought but then he gave me the reply
[YES, I CAN REPAIR YOUR BODY BECAUSE IN THIS FORM WE ARE CONNECTED LIKE A COPPER WIRE ROLLED TOGETHER]
"wait you can read my thoughts?"
was a pretty dumb question i asked knowing what he just said
[YES AND ALSO THE INFO FEED WILL BE RECIEVED OF THE SAME SPEED THE BRAIN OR THE SPINAL CHORD RECIEVES]
"ok....Good. Now, where are we?"
[CALCULATING…]
[CURRENT LOCATION: UNIDENTIFIED WATERS, AZUR LANE SECTOR. NEAREST FACTION: 72 KILOMETERS.]
"That's a distance. Alright, let's roll."
Cracked my neck, activated the propulsion. Boots flared, gliding over waves. My old skating instincts took over, balance automatic. The ocean was my new stage—phantom vibes for real.
"Guess I better figure out who owns this water…before they get salty."