Rebirth: Super Banking System Chapter 2364 - 2204: Moving

Sunrise.

Sunset.

Days flew by.

Currently.

Folks on the island possess a hazy sense of time, since there's zero urgency in their lives, rising each morning doesn't resemble a nightmare anymore.

Brimming with joy!

Yet.

As moments slip away and additional arrivals boost the numbers, at this expansion pace, another year could lead to some tightness.

Luckily.

Zero concerns over sustenance and beverages.

Catching fish.

Growing crops.

Additionally, the occasional deliveries 'washing up' from their saviors ensure no starvation worries, and they always organize for every feast.

Zero squandering.

Thus.

The island's resources, even sans extra shipments, could hold out for months smoothly; obviously, the suppliers know this but keep the flow steady.

Such.

Instills greater comfort in them.

Uplifted spirits!

Meanwhile.

They yearn to encounter their saviors.

...

This day.

In the afternoon.

Numerous individuals, following routine, lounged on the sandy shore, when abruptly, a startled shout pierced the air, jolting all the dozing beachgoers alert.

"What's going on?"

Tense.

Fearing an incident.

They blinked open their eyes.

Gazed around.

"Ah!"

Then came astonishment.

Vessel!

A massive vessel! It approached from afar, apparently steering straight toward their island; hearts pounded as they hadn't anticipated rescue.

Hence.

Not much elation.

Instead, anxiety.

Because.

The nearing vessel might carry allies or foes; if enemies and not their saviors, it'd spell disaster.

Revelation.

A price they couldn't bear.

...

"Conceal yourselves!"

A voice called out.

At those words.

Without hesitation, they withdrew into the foliage, and in under a minute, the beach stood empty; they concealed in the woods while alerting the rest.

Quickly.

The over two thousand island dwellers snapped to high alert.

All crouched in cover, eyeing the ocean, as the vessel neared; lacking binoculars, they couldn't assess the deck's occupants.

Hold steady!

Waiting was their sole option.

Indeed.

They even pondered tactics to overpower any intruders. But those ideas vanished upon spotting the outfits of the landing party.

"That's them."

A wave of delight washed over many.

"Them who?"

Others wondered.

Still.

One quickly clarified, "Our saviors, no doubt about it; back when the Dakar Training Base crew was absent, they dressed identically."

"Spot on."

"Yes."

"It's definitely them!"

...

Right then.

Along the coastline.

About a dozen figures, donned in specialized individual combat armor, stood in formation, while the huge ship hovered sixty meters from shore, its flank unfolding.

A gangway extended to land.

Abruptly.

A proclamation boomed over the island:

"No hiding necessary, emerge; seeing how the island's getting packed for everyone, we're set to shift you to a fresh island."

"Pack your individual items."

"Climb aboard."

"Your provisions can come too; this is a full transfer, leaving none behind on the island, so hurry onto the ship."

"..."

...

Upon hearing that.

All stood stunned.

Relocating?

This... came out of nowhere, but given the crowding on the island, it made sense; after three announcements, activity stirred among them.

Doubts?

Certainly.

Nevertheless.

Nobody wished to assume the worst, since if the arrivals harbored ill intent, overcoming a band armed merely with timber tools on an isolated isle.

Would prove simple.

Plus.

Should their saviors get revealed or targeted by 'villains', embarking might invite retribution. Really, options were scarce.

...

Bundling gear.

Collecting possessions.

Each hauled some goods to the shore.

Embarking.

Traversing the gangway, stepping into the hold, they braced for confinement limits, yet no barriers arose; permission came to access the upper deck.

Though.

The bridge remained off-limits.

Now.

Relaxation deepened; this wasn't captivity—if sealed inside a tight hull, true caution would be essential.

One hour passed.

All were aboard.

Gangway pulled back.

Setting sail.

The vessel's size deterred cramming below, so the throng clustered topside, leading to heavy crowding as conversations flowed.

Within the masses.

Attractive ladies.

And.

Plenty of them. The fancies of wealthy folks often zero in on stunning women, the prettier, the more thrilled they got.

Before.

Sunburn concerns would prompt parasols, but through repeated trials, they learned allure isn't a luxury.

Furthermore.

Sunscreen was absent on the island.

Over time.

They stopped caring, a light bronze tone sufficed; uniformity reigned. Numerous eyes fixed on the elevated bridge far off.

Naturally.

No takeover schemes, just intrigue—who could irk so many forces at once, so deeply, and still thrive untouched.

Their view of these folks: untainted.

Icy.

Mighty.

Taciturn.

Ruthless but concise in speech.

...

After ten hours.

Night had fallen.

But sleep eluded most, lingering on deck to savor the ocean gusts, and as drowsiness crept in for more, the whole ship blazed with light.

Instantly.

Bathed in glow.

"We've reached our destination."

The announcement swept the deck, snapping everyone alert; they scanned about, but darkness veiled the view; soon they noted the vessel had halted.

Also.

The underbelly had deployed the gangway.

Next.

The voice pressed on: "Your new abode lies at the gangway's end; construction supplies await there—build as you see fit."

"Just like before."

"Regular provisions will arrive."

"Disembark now."

Straightforward.

Blunt.

With that, a spotlight lanced from the ship, piercing afar; only then did they spot the genuine island ahead, and a sizable one at that.

Immediately.

No delays.

Transfer!

Hitting the beach, they found stacks of goods piled high, resembling timber heaps—utterly recognizable; these were kits for basic shelters.

Snap together, and a dwelling forms—highly practical.

Owing to the night.

That evening.

The group camped amid the shore's piles, unbothered by basics, bedding down on earth; clouds loomed, but past lessons promised no downpour.

Far away.

The ship had slipped from sight.

...

Following morning.

As dawn broke, all roused; in such circumstances, slumber stayed shallow; post a quick meal, the crew set out to survey the island.

Upon inspection.

Excitement surged.

Primarily.

The expanse dwarfed the prior one.

Secondly.

Tillable ground expanded too; the old isle brimmed with stones, yet this soil looked rich, already sprouting various greenery.

Still.

A faint... peculiarity hung over the whole island; unease lingered, until a veteran cried out:

"It's man-made!"