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“What did you say?
You want to test the survival skills of those five adventurers?” Huey asked.
“Keep your voice down, Huey.
Aren’t you like us?
We deserve to be treated a little more specially compared to them.
Isn’t that right?” Dito replied.
“In that case, wait—”
“What are you two doing?”
Suddenly, Vladimir appeared holding a book on ideological perspectives.
He didn’t seem particularly enthusiastic about Dito’s proposed plan.
However, the elderly military-uniformed man closed the book, took a deep breath, and, guided by the A.I., led his right arm toward his private room.
There, they would hide while listening in on the conversation via a touchscreen display.
“Just playing chess.
And I lost,” Huey admitted in a flat tone, concealing his true feelings.
Vladimir inspected the chess board and realized there was truth to his words.
Who would have thought Huey could lose to a boy named Dito?
Beside him stood Anna, carrying a scroll depicting the ocean currents and directional compasses.
Dito, Anna, and Huey Long sat inside a room, leaving Vladimir to work like a meticulous investigator.
Though seemingly trivial, this felt crucially important for the future, especially given the conclusions he was drawing.
The old soldier had no desire to end up like a Nazi submarine sinking during a tactical maneuver.
Vladimir assisted the newcomers one by one.
Leo boarded the submarine first, followed by Damon, Christa, Emily, and finally Albert.
Stepping inside, the five of them were struck by utter astonishment, gazing at a massive array of equipment they had never seen before—gear far more advanced than the vessel they had arrived on.
At a glance, many of the labels and diagrams appeared entirely foreign, such as the emergency exit signs and floor layouts.
“Unbelievable!
So this is the ship that can travel right across the ocean floor?” Damon exclaimed.
“This is a Soviet L-3 class submarine,” the A.I.
explained through the speaker system.
“The ship can talk!” Leo gasped in shock, the other four reacting with identical expressions of disbelief.
Probably because they aren’t used to advanced technology yet, Dito mused inwardly.
Even so, the reality of who was speaking to them only truly set in once they were safely inside the submarine.
Anna merely shook her head, realizing that Leo and his companions desperately needed to catch up on modern knowledge and awareness.
Elsewhere, Vladimir let out a heavy sigh.
How on earth had he agreed to such a decision?
Honestly, he would have preferred being alone in the sub, or at best, accompanied only by android robots.
That was all he had ever wanted.
Instead, he now found himself surrounded by a bustling crowd of adventurers, a politician accompanied by three fierce, battle-crazed bodyguards, and a pair of teenagers acting like a young couple—even if reality begged to differ.
Vladimir’s gaze drifted over the noisy atmosphere, though deep down, he knew it wasn’t as bad as he initially thought.
“Is something wrong, Admiral?
Do you regret your decision to bring them aboard?” the A.I.
asked in a flat tone.
“A little, yes.
I don’t mind them joining us.
It’s just that…” Vladimir trailed off, finding it a bit too embarrassing to finish.
His face hardened as he slumped into his seat, covering his face with his right hand before rubbing his tired eyes—the lingering exhaustion of overwork finally catching up to him.
One hour before making the decision…
“Why?” Albert asked.
“Usually, people say, ‘Don’t loot from bandits!
You’ll bring bad luck upon yourself!’ That’s what I’ve always heard.”
“From other people, or from your own experiences?” Vladimir countered.
Vladimir’s sudden retort made Al’s heart skip a beat, causing Damon and Leo to immediately freeze while gathering supplies.
I’ll offer you some advice.
Never blindly listen to the words of people in this world.”
Vladimir pointed an index finger upward, raising his voice slightly.
Leo and his companions swallowed hard, instantly shifting into a defensive posture.
“Why should we listen to what they say anyway?
That goes for you too!” Al snapped back loudly.
Emily raised both hands defensively, her expression filled with fear.
Christa gently rubbed her back, trying to calm her down.
“Naturally.
From the very beginning, I’ve lived alone with her and this submarine,” Vladimir explained with a hint of sharpness.
“In that case, we’d like to steer your ship toward the south.
As it happens, we know the location,” Leo proposed.
“Wa—”
“Do you really have a choice, Al?
Look at the vessel right in front of us.
We can explore the deep sea without having to physically swim to the ocean floor,” Leo argued, trying to reason with Albert.
Leo had a point.
Albert paused, turning the proposal over in his mind as he stroked his chin with his eyes closed.
Vladimir waited patiently for his decision.
The boy was certainly irritating, but at least he had the sense to weigh his options before acting.
Vladimir viewed the five of them as subordinates: they thought things through first before striking, and when time was short, they would fix their gaze sharply on Vladimir until they received a direct command.
“What about food supplies?
We don’t have nearly enough for this,” Christa pointed out.
“Christa’s right.
The food we have is only enough for the five of us.
There’s no way Vladimir is going to feed us for free,” Emily added.
“As for food…
I can just store it in the refrigerator,” Vladimir replied casually.
“A ref…
rigerator?
What on earth is that?” Albert asked, completely baffled.
Vladimir blinked in surprise at Albert’s reaction.
As expected, they were entirely unfamiliar with foreign terminology unique to the Otherworlder race.
Silently, the A.I.
scanned the five of them to check for any viral contamination or anomalies.
“A refrigerator is a place where you store food and drinks.
You just have to wait about two hours for it to get cold,” he explained briefly.
To anyone who had never seen one, a refrigerator appeared to be a sturdy, horizontal-opening storage box that was both safe and accessible.
Vladimir had learned about the refrigerator when the A.I.
unlocked a new update featuring items unavailable during World War II, alongside the A.I.
itself, android robots, and advanced weaponry.
As for provisions, the system could supply whatever food he desired.
Driven by curiosity, Leo decided to place a simple flask of water inside the refrigerator, though he had no idea what to expect.
The A.I.
automatically regulated the internal temperature, leaving Leo and his companions gaping in shock.
Damon was so startled he nearly collapsed, his eyes locked entirely on the appliance.
Inside was precisely what Vladimir had described: everyday staples like vegetables, pork, beef, chicken, and various spices, all neatly organized within a single unit.
The refrigerator door closed automatically, initiating the chilling cycle.
A cool draft swept past, lightly brushing against Damon’s skin.
He pointed a trembling index finger directly at the machine.
“Don’t worry, Damon.
You’ll get used to it once you see the results, so there’s nothing to be anxious about,” Vladimir reassured him.
Even so, Vladimir could only agree to transport them as far as the Sylph Sea, the ancient dwelling place of the fairy civilization.
According to Christa, the Sylph Sea was now inhabited by various non-human races who chose to isolate themselves from humanity. This chapter was copied from g.com without permission.
In their view, humans had consistently mistreated them—and the feeling was entirely mutual.
Consequently, their relationship remained deeply strained.
Looking at the geopolitical background closely, the situation closely mirrored the Cold War between the United States and his own homeland, the Soviet Union, during his past life.
“Regarding your request, I suppose I can’t just ignore it.
Otherwise, you’ll likely end up hunted down by bandits like the ones earlier,” Vladimir said, stroking his mustache.
Strictly speaking, Vladimir had every right to refuse since they were nothing but trouble.
However, he knew almost nothing about this new world.
It was entirely possible that Leo and his companions possessed vital knowledge or could shed light on what life was truly like here.
At the same time, the five adventurers stood stiffly, radiating anxiety and unable to find the right words, choosing to remain entirely silent.
The mere sight of their hesitation tried Vladimir’s patience.
He scratched his head and looked upward toward the A.I.
“A.I., set the navigation coordinates for the Sylph Sea.
I trust they’ll find plenty of adventure there.”
“So—”
“Of course.
I’ll take you there.
In exchange, you’ll have to tell me all about this world.
Deal?” Vladimir offered.
The five of them furrowed their brows, exchanging uncertain glances.
“Wait, Uncle.
Are you sure about this decision?
It could end up working against you.”
“It’s fine by me.
After all, I want to get to know you all better,” he replied.
“Is that a crime?”
Leo and his companions gave firm nods.
At last, the five of them were accepted aboard the L-3.
The submarine’s engines roared to life; the loud mechanical humming frightened Leo and his group initially, but Vladimir assured them it was just the engine and that no harm would come to them as long as they stayed close.
Halfway through the journey, Vladimir explained how a goddess had resurrected him as an Otherworlder, briefly touching upon his past life.
Everyone nodded in mutual understanding.
“I see.
No wonder Uncle’s aura feels completely different from other adventurers,” Damon remarked.
“Right…
and please, stop calling me ‘uncle’ or speaking so formally.
It makes me feel ancient,” Vladimir corrected the five of them.
“Say, Vladimir, are there any other people from your race besides you?” Damon asked.
Unable to answer definitively, Vladimir assumed he was the only one who had been revived, though he didn’t rule out the possibility of others existing somewhere in this vast world.
Until then, he had no idea how many others might be out there—though his thoughts quickly drifted back to Huey Long, Dito, and Anna.
The three of them belonged to his race as well, despite coming from different eras.
“Actually, yes.
Anna, Dito, and Huey Long.
You just met the three of them earlier,” Vladimir answered.
“Seriously?
Why didn’t you tell us?”
“It’s not that I wanted to keep it a secret.
The real question is: could you have accepted us as an entirely different race?”
At once, the five of them fell silent, unsure of how to respond.
Vladimir chose not to press the matter further, especially since he had already spent enough time conversing with the three adventurers.
The real issue now was whether these youngsters were willing to serve as crew members or prefer the freedom of wandering adventurers—a question Vladimir was eager to explore further.
A handwritten note caught his eye, detailing an experiment to use them in battling a group of monsters.
Huey Long furrowed his brow and scratched his head.
Then, the man in the blue suit turned to the next page, which read: Sorry for doubting you, Huey.
Beside Huey, the three martial artists, Anna, and Dito all shrugged in unison.