Pillar of Yita

Of course, Fang Hong had indeed chosen to make a high-altitude entry.

He then thought of a way to solve the subsequent problem, constantly adjusting the flight control surfaces and flight attitude with each command, estimating the Clockwork Fairy’s trajectory after losing control, and trying to enter a gliding state whenever a control command was cut off.

This was actually an extension of the ”Margin” skill, but it wasn’t as easy as imagined, due to the ever-changing airflows in the virtual environment, it was easy to make mistakes.

If it wasn’t being disqualified for too long a control time.

It would be flying lower and lower until it finally crashed into the ground.

Or into some other obstacle, with the system prompting, ”Please try again, noble sir.”

Fang Hong didn’t know how long he had spent, only passing the first half of the first level with great difficulty when his eyelids were fighting with each other.

But the second half immediately dealt him a blow.

In the second half, enemy Clockwork Fairies started to appear, and colliding with an enemy Clockwork Fairy meant the Training System wouldn’t give you a chance to readjust the flight attitude — an immediate loss.

The trouble was significant, because unlike fixed obstacles — when Fang Hong hadn’t lost control, he could at least maneuver his own Clockwork Fairy to dodge.

But once in the Margin state, an enemy Clockwork Fairy would come crashing head-on, and no matter how skilled Fang Hong was, he couldn’t make a Clockwork Fairy out of control dodge just by wishing it.

He tried countless times, but the end result was that he fell asleep in his hammock in a daze, without having found any solution to the problem.

At this moment, when Fang Hong thought of this morning’s experience, he couldn’t help but curse in his heart, MMP.

He thought that this training program wasn’t something those guys made up to mess with him, right? How could anyone get through this thing; wouldn’t that be a joke?

If one really could get through, then he felt that his Clockwork Fairy should not be called a Clockwork Fairy, a drone might actually be a better name.

He couldn’t help but subconsciously flip through the rankings within the training software, only to find that they were still similar to those of Multi-Polarity Sphere, except the top rank was no longer an ID starting with R.

Instead, there was an ID named Unknown; he didn’t know if the ID had been deleted or if this person was originally called Unknown.

Fang Hong glanced at the score and vaguely felt that the training program wasn’t a joke, and besides, he couldn’t see any benefit of such a joke — just to watch himself flounder?

But the other party didn’t know him, so what was the point.

Hilveld cocked her head to the side and, seeing the expression on his face, couldn’t help but curiously ask, ”What’s the matter?”

Coming to his senses, Fang Hong shook his head, ”Nothing much, what’s the time now?”

”Almost noon, Captain,” Hilveld said with a light smile, ”I came to see you earlier this morning, but you were sleeping so soundly I didn’t have the heart to disturb you.”

”This late!?” Fang Hong exclaimed in shock, internally cursing that the game had caused the lapse — although that little program was training software and not a game.

He hurriedly jumped down from the hammock. With a storm coming, they had to leave this place and cross the Green Dragon Mountain Range before the storm hit the north of Fenris Isle.

They had originally planned to install Mr. Greyrock’s platform this morning and then depart, but he had unexpectedly slept until noon.

Fang Hong felt embarrassingly irresponsible as both the team Captain and the ship Captain.

However, just as he was about to say something, he suddenly couldn’t help but throw his head back and sneezed loudly.

Hilveld was slightly startled and naturally reached out to touch his forehead, asking with some concern, ”Caught a chill?”

Fang Hong felt the cool touch on his forehead, saw the noble girl’s eyes as clear as water, blushed with a start, and hastily shook his head, ”No, it’s nothing.”

He also looked back somewhat strangely, feeling as if someone was bad-mouthing him behind his back.

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