Vic and his two companions chatted a lot on the deck, mostly Olvia and Robin doing the talking, with Vic occasionally chiming in. During this time, the ship's manager sent over some food and tea, but otherwise no one came to disturb them.
That night, Olvia and Robin, mother and daughter, slept together on the sofa, covered with blankets that accentuated their curves. They both slept peacefully with faint smiles on their lips, because Vic was sitting cross-legged on the deck not far from them!
The moonlight shone down on the two women, like a dark-toned painting. Seeing this beautiful scene, Vic took out paper and brushes from his Dimensional Ring and recorded it. The brushes scratched on the paper, making the two women's dreams seem even sweeter!
Vic and Olvia didn't stay on the Revolutionary Army's ship for long. They left on the third day. Although Olvia was a little reluctant, she didn't stay any longer. Her daughter had her own path to walk, and there would be other opportunities to see her again in the future. There was no need to be so sentimental!
"Miss Robin! Please have some tea. We'll be at headquarters in a few days. The journey has been quite smooth; we haven't run into anyone."
"Didn't you run into anyone? Didn't your superior tell you that someone was coming to see me?"
"How did you know? Is it your ability? But it's not exactly a secret. It's true that someone was supposed to be looking for you, but that person hasn't shown up yet. I've already reported it to my superiors, and they told me to drop the matter!"
"Hasn't he shown up yet? Okay! I understand, thank you for your help!"
"No trouble at all! If you need anything, just contact us anytime. Anyone on the ship will do!"
Watching the person in charge's departing figure, Robin fell into deep thought. This person in charge had actually forgotten about her mother and Vic's arrival! Wasn't Vic's ability supposed to prevent others from detecting him? But they had clearly exchanged words before! How could he have forgotten?
"Has Vic's ability gotten stronger again? Can he now make people lose their memories? Or was I hallucinating?"
No! That's not right! I didn't hallucinate; every single detail from before was so clear. So they really don't remember!
If Vic has this ability, did he really peep on Nami we were showering? No! He definitely watched us shower openly, but he made us forget what happened!
He couldn't have done anything worse to us, could he? If he did and forgot, I'll hate him. Next time I'll definitely ask him!
Seeing the person in charge's reaction, Robin was lost in thought, her face growing redder with each thought. However, she couldn't very well reach into the forest path to check while on the deck. She was both looking forward to it and afraid of what Vic might have done to her.
If she actually did it, she wouldn't want to forget it; she wanted to experience that feeling. If she didn't, she wouldn't be very happy; instead, she would feel a little disappointed. But she was convinced that Vic had spied on her and Nami they were bathing. In any case, Vic had done something bad and would definitely have to pay for it in the future.
" Olvia! This is a painting I did for you guys when the moonlight was nice that night. It's quite evocative. Here, it's for you. You can take it out and look at it whenever you miss Robin."
On the way back to the Grand Line, Vic gave the painting he had made that night, depicting the mother and daughter sleeping in each other's arms, to Olvia. He had originally intended to give it to Robin, but he was afraid that Robin would expose her relationship with Olvia, so he didn't. However, it wouldn't be appropriate for him to keep it for himself, so he gave it to Olvia.
"So beautiful! Thank you, Vic!"
Looking at the painting in her hands, Olvia was immersed in it. In the painting, she was not wearing a mask and was embracing Robin like sisters. The cool moonlight was the best backdrop. More importantly, she and Robin were both sleeping with smiles on their faces, which was very rare!
You're welcome, I'm glad you like it!
Vic didn't look back. He was sitting at the stern fishing. On the way back, he wasn't in a hurry as he Tathagata there. The East Blue was where his dream began, and he wanted to see it all.
After dinner, it got dark, and the small boat lowered its anchor and stopped sailing. Vic returned to his room to continue studying the weaving of illusions.
Weaving illusions is like creating a New World from scratch. It starts with a small village, then a small island, and eventually a city made up of several small islands. Vic is weaving his illusions step by step, making the illusionary world bigger and more wonderful, and gradually developing into a vast and perfect world!
He would weave together the villages, towns, islands, and wonders he had seen, combining them in a logical way. This was something Vic had been doing in his spare time ever since he met the Red Count.
He couldn't keep creating illusions only when needed; that would be too rushed, especially during battles. The illusions he created would be somewhat crude, and there would inevitably be some flaws that would be exposed.
Therefore, many illusions need to be built in advance, at least the fixed scenes need to be built. With enough accumulation in normal times, you can directly use them when weaving illusions. When using them, you only need to add characters and plot, similar to templates in computer files.
This requires a very strong imagination, thinking ability, and virtual construction ability. Most people really can't do it because it's all done in the mind, not created on a computer.
You can save what you've done on a computer, as long as you keep your imagination going, but the human brain's instinct is to let later memories overwrite earlier ones. This is true even for scenes imagined in the mind; it's difficult to retain them all, especially if they aren't saved through words or drawings. They're even easier to forget!
But Vic is different. He can etch these things into his memory and use them directly when he uses illusions. This is one of the reasons why Vic is willing to travel around. While daydreaming is possible, nothing beats the reality of having something tangible.
After Vic returned to the house, Olvia cleaned up the mess and went to take a shower. Although it was a small boat, it was fully equipped.
Vic wouldn't skimp on himself these days. As long as he was there as a portable power source, the ship would never lack water or electricity. There were also many advanced electrical appliances from Vic's previous life and this world, making the entire voyage more comfortable and convenient.
Olvia lay in the bathtub, gently stroking her body, her mind racing with thoughts. Finally, she stood up and went to the full-length mirror. Looking at her graceful figure in the mirror, she couldn't understand why that guy wasn't tempted.
It's one thing for a group of people to live on Titan Island, but now that they're alone together, why is it still like this? Does she have absolutely no appeal?
But every time she went to the islands around Titan Island to buy supplies, she was the one who attracted the most attention. She could often hear people swallowing their saliva, people staring at her so intently they were practically banging their heads against the wall, and she was all too familiar with those eyes that looked like they wanted to devour her!
Although she's not young anymore, her figure and appearance haven't changed in a long time. Why wouldn't she eat such a tempting peach? How picky is she? Is it because she's too old, has a husband and daughter? Those are definitely advantages in some people's eyes! But Vic's eyes never reveal any of that!
"Why!"
Olvia sighed, wrapped herself in a towel, and walked out of the bathroom. She looked back at Vic's door for a while before returning to her own room. But when she opened the door and saw the painting hanging on the wall, she stopped in her tracks as memories flooded her mind!
Robin's earlier joke had completely stirred Olvia's heart. She mustered all her courage and went to Vic's room. Without even knocking, she walked straight in. She didn't want to be like Rebecca, who lost all her courage after the slightest hesitation!
"Aren't you asleep yet? What's up?"
Vic pretended to be nonchalant, saying that he was just immersed in weaving a fantasy world in his mind, and that he wasn't unable to receive outside sounds; the sound of the door opening had startled him awake.
Seeing Olvia standing there wrapped in a bath towel, his heart was far from calm. Even with the towel covering her, large areas of Olvia's skin were still exposed, and combined with her expression and posture, it was truly hard not to be moved!
However, he couldn't take the initiative with Olvia, otherwise his reputation would be ruined. He wasn't the type to like widows and mothers of children; he was just interested in her face and body, perhaps driven by his preferences from his past life!