Transmigrator Commander of Girls Frontline must not be a Reckless man

"What... does this mean?"

Watching the Dinergate in the holographic image, Gentiane and M16 were both puzzled. Even the anger in their minds was mostly dispelled by Renault's sudden action.

"Hey! Commander! Don't take it away! I haven't finished painting yet!"

While Gentiane and the others were still bewildered, another voice suddenly sounded from the holographic image on Renault's end.

P90 was holding a paint bottle and a small brush. She rushed into view, pushing aside Renault's hands and complaining discontentedly.

"Hey! This paint hasn't dried yet! Look here! It's all over the Commander's hands!"

As she spoke, P90 used the brush to repaint the areas Renault had smudged with blue paint. Seeing Renault about to activate the Dinergate, she quickly shouted, "Wait, wait, wait! Just a moment! Two more strokes! Okay, done!"

P90 looked at the Dinergate's color in front of her and then glanced back at AR15's clothing colors. She nodded in satisfaction.

Renault just shrugged and activated the Dinergate, relieved that the activation switch wasn't painted over.

"What's the meaning of this! Why are you putting a Dinergate here for us to talk to!? Bring AR15 back!"

Seeing Renault activating the Dinergate in the holographic image, SOP2 felt she couldn't hold back anymore. She even wished she could jump through the hologram and give Renault a good beating!

On the other side, P90 and the others didn't pay much attention to SOP2's outburst during the communication. Instead, they all took out their phones and started recording or taking pictures.

MDR even had a printing device ready, planning to print the photos as soon as they received them and put them in the album that each T-Doll had.

How many photos did they want to print? As many as there were T-Dolls here, of course!

SOP2 was already furious, she was about to smash her phone in excitement, but seeing the holographic image on the other side where everyone was busy taking pictures or recording, she couldn't help but feel disillusioned.

Who were these people? Why weren't they listening to her!?

Meanwhile, M16 furrowed her brow as she looked at the neural core placed beside AR15. She recognized its size and cutting style; she had seen it before. It was indeed the neural core used by AR Team.

But Renault's confident demeanor made her suspicious. What had he done to AR15?

AR15's main body didn't seem to be damaged enough to warrant a replacement.

After the initial shock, Gentiane also calmed down slightly. She soon recalled her time with Renault. She remembered Simonov mentioning that Renault had a perverse hobby of putting T-Doll neural cores into Dinergates?

Could it be... AR15's neural core was also put into the Dinergate?

As Gentiane's thoughts approached the truth, the AR15-colored Dinergate, surrounded by a group of T-Dolls taking pictures, successfully started up after a few seconds of self-check.

And for the first time in her life, AR15 experienced what it was like to be in the perspective of a Dinergate.

"What... what is this...!? What's going on!?" Sitting on the table, AR15 just woke up. She saw herself surrounded by a crowd of T-Dolls, and holographic images of M4A1 and M16 ahead!

What on earth was happening!? Had she been sent back to Griffin by Renault?

But the surroundings looked undoubtedly like Renault's workshop, and the T-Doll lying on the workbench beside her... was her?

Seeing her own main body lying silently on the workbench, AR15 felt a violent shock to her worldview and her perception of T-Dolls!

But because of this, she also realized that her perspective was a bit... off.

"Wait? Why am I so short!? Where are my hands!? Is this... is this the body of a Dinergate!?"

After a few glances around, AR15 quickly discovered the anomalies on her body. She wanted to lift her hand to see, but what she saw wasn't a T-Doll's palm, but a dry twig-like leg.

"This!? This isn't what we agreed on!"

AR15's scream stunned both sides of the holographic image, as no one had expected such a tiny body to produce such a huge sound.

"Wow, that's quite a voice. Commander, where did you get the speaker you installed this time?"

"It was from the tank earlier, probably modified by those guys themselves. I figured it was still usable, so I took it off. Alright, let's not get all worked up here. If you have something to say, say it now, so they can communicate before they go on a mission and lose contact again."

Tapping on the unpainted parts of AR15's shell, Renault spoke, pointing to the stunned M4A1 and the others in the holographic image.

"What's going on? How can AR Team's neural cloud not backed up in the cloud?" Hearing the unmistakable voice of AR15 and seeing her original body and heartcore beside her, M16 couldn't help but ask incredulously.

Facing M16's question, Renault shrugged. "That's just how it is. There's nothing impossible. Alright, once you're done taking pictures, let's call it a day and let them chat here by themselves."

With that, Renault chased away the T-Dolls who had come to join in the fun and left the workshop after checking the progress of the new body's construction.

As she watched the T-Dolls leaving the workshop one after another with Renault, AR15 felt extremely confused. She was unable to understand why Renault had put her into the body of the Dinergate.

"15! How are you now!? How did your main body get dismantled!?" Seeing that there was no one else on AR15's end, M4A1 couldn't hold back her urgency and immediately asked AR15.

"I... I don't know. I was dismantled out of the blue... And in the future, I probably won't be able to go back to G&K..."

She didn't think Renault was the kind of guy who could send her back anytime.

"Do you feel anything wrong in your neural cloud now? Any missing memories?"

As someone with experience, M16 was particularly concerned and asked immediately.

"No, all memories are normal. The only difference... is probably that all the root protocols have been deleted..."

For some reason, AR15 felt extremely relaxed at the moment, except for some concern about M4A1's situation, nothing was able to shake her thoughts anymore.

The hatred towards Sangvis Ferri seemed to have dissipated along with the deletion of those root protocols.