No transformations, and the shipgirls are just here for the laughs.
This is the story of an ordinary unlucky guy and his unlucky shipgirl heiress of a netizen, crafting ship hulls in various worlds and gradually becoming less and less like brothers.
[Good morning! I just woke up. A moment ago, I starved to death in some godforsaken place called Terra because I couldn't buy heavy oil. How about you?]
"Ahaha, I got swallowed by a Great Jagras earlier, and I just got digested and pooped out."
"..."
The man and the white silhouette of a girl looked at each other in silence for a moment, then smiled at one another without a hint of embarrassment.
[Loser.]
"You too."
