Chapter 59
Currently, the UN forces that rescued Vladimir (Defoe himself can escape at any time. So, in reality, only Vladimir needs to be rescued) are heading towards Defoe Island from afar.
The so-called Defoe Island was actually an unnamed island where Defoe lived for more than ten years after his shipwreck, and it was later named Defoe Island.
—Well, the name Defoe Island was given by Jules Verne, and his naming skills are at best this much.
Romain Rolland had made a call earlier, and he and Defoe had successfully escaped and were waiting for them on Defoe Island.
As for why they had to be teleported to Defoe Island... that's a sad story.
Defoe's "The Wanderings" definitely holds a place among the supernatural abilities of spatial teleportation.
If used on oneself, the activation speed is almost instantaneous, and the movement distance can theoretically span the entire Earth. The area of effect... is estimated based on data measured by Verne using instruments. If Defoe charges it up long enough, theoretically, it could even teleport him to a small town.
↑Please note that this is marked "theoretically"; in reality, Defoe could not do it.
However, Defoe's supernatural ability has a very strange aspect—it can only teleport to the surface of the sea.
He can activate his superpowers anytime, anywhere. He can also choose to return to the location he originally teleported to using his superpowers or go to a location he has teleported to before. But for locations he hasn't been to before, he can only teleport randomly, with absolutely no choice.
So far, this random teleportation has only ever sent him to the sea.
At first, Defoe himself didn't realize this, thinking that it was normal for the ocean to cover more than 70% of the surface and for him to teleport several times. But gradually he also realized that something was wrong.
Having teleported tens of thousands of times without ever landing on land, it can't be attributed to bad luck, right?
Based on tests conducted during the time when Defoe was still well-off, the probability of him seeing land was probably in the tens of thousands, and so far he has never been teleported into fresh water.
The few times I saw land during that period, I wasn't standing on the ground, but rather in the sea near the coastline.
The so-called De Fu Island was one of the few inhabitable islands he found along these coastlines—or rather, the only place where he could find fresh water.
His original plan was just to come here for a vacation when he had time, but then he encountered a shipwreck, and De Fu Island became his lifeline.
There's not much to say about what happened after that. He stayed on Defoe Island for almost a decade, during which time every year he would stubbornly gather a batch of resources to try to launch a large-scale teleportation to return to civilized society, but each time he failed.
Until he teleported and bumped into Jules Verne wandering the Pacific Ocean, the monotonous life on the isolated island was the entirety of his more than ten years of distress.
In short, under these special circumstances of supernatural abilities, Defoe's only safe retreats always involved returning to Defoe Island and waiting for Verne to return in a submarine to rescue him.
That being said, Defoe Island had been managed by him for so many years, and after partnering with Verne, he had used the Nautilus's incredible mobility to transport a lot of modern supplies to Defoe Island. So objectively speaking, Defoe Island was actually quite good now.
At least Defoe and Roland can now sit on the shore under their parasols, opening coconuts (Defoe doesn't know how they got on the island) while waiting for the UN to arrive and assemble.
Roland thought it was actually quite relaxing here, ignoring the fact that he was wearing thick long sleeves.
↑ Defoe often runs this way, so he wears a short-sleeved shirt with a jacket over it. Currently, Roland is the only one who can't take off his clothes because it's so hot.
Meanwhile, while Roland was sweltering in the heat, the Nautilus, as the de facto UN headquarters, was also bustling with activity.
Vladimir, who was initially furious and hot-headed, calmed down considerably after igniting a large amount of gunpowder. He now sat calmly in the "living room" of the Nautilus, deep in thought.
Sitting in his seat, unable to figure it out, Vladimir looked at Christie, who was sitting calmly drinking tea across from him at the tea table.
"Christie, this time you've gone too far...it's not like you at all."
Christie, who was intently counting how many milliliters of tea she had drunk, put down her teacup and glanced at Vladimir for a moment.
Vladimir Nabokov, a world-class troublemaker and wanted criminal who felt restless if he didn't cause trouble for a day, felt a little uneasy under that gaze: "It's precisely because it's so much my style that I feel something's off. Christie, you're not usually like this!"
You have to understand, Christie is the kind of person who would deliberately detonate explosives, so how could she possibly act so directly and brutally like this time?
Christie ignored Vladimir and drank another three milliliters of tea.
Christie, calculating that she wouldn't be able to drink much tea that day, gestured to Vargrave to bring out the dessert.
Her health was so poor that she could die at any moment, so all she could do each day was rely on Vladimir's special ability to eat desserts.
By turning a nutritious meal into a snack and then having Vladimir turn the food back into a nutritious meal, Christie had a rare opportunity to indulge in sweetness.
This way, I can eat lots of snacks without harming my health!
—By the way, the idea actually came to me because Vladimir was using this method to supplement his vitamin C intake by eating vegetables.
Standing by the table, Vagrave readily handed Christie a piece of chocolate cake and casually placed a plate of exquisitely arranged... compressed biscuits in front of Vladimir.
It's still a compressed biscuit cut from a whole block.
Vladimir, still talking to Christie, didn't even glance at her, grabbing a piece of biscuit from the plate. After a flash of light, Vladimir stuffed a lime pie into his mouth.
Knowing Vladimir's childlike nature of asking questions whenever he was interested, Christie didn't want to hide it for too long. After eating a few bites of pastry, she said calmly, "It's just that I'm happy to see you after so long."
With a snap of his fingers, he turned the few bites of pastry Christie had eaten back to their original form, but Vladimir still didn't quite understand what she meant.
Based on Vladimir's opinion, Christie doesn't seem like the type of person who would change her style of action for such a reason.
It feels a bit like a conflict with Christie's previous image.
In fact, if Christie were to describe it precisely, it wasn't simply because of some unfounded reason as "a little excited."
From a practical standpoint, it was due to the prior confirmation of the evacuation of ordinary office workers and the consideration of delaying high-end combat forces; emotionally, it included a slight dissatisfaction with being slightly outmatched during the initial probing, the joy of reuniting with old friends, and the pleasure of starting the "game" again...
Thinking about some trivial things, Christie smiled at Vladimir. "Indeed, but only a little bit excited."
Christie had no intention of explaining further.
After all, if you really want to talk about it, they're all just some boring reasons.
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