The Righteous Player(s) Chapter 669: Skydiving Simulator

Chapter 669: Skydiving Simulator

“Get ready, my brothers!” Longjing Tea raised his voice, “Grab everything… We’ve arrived at the Elegy Dukedom!”

Chocolate meowed and complained lowly, “It’s all misty down here. I can’t see a thing.”

“Speaking of which, how do we go down? Are we just going to jump down directly?”

“Irene?” Hearing this, Longjing Tea also turned to look at Priest Irene, asking.

Ah? How do you go down?

Isn’t this something you should have thought about before boarding the airs.h.i.+p?

Why are you asking me?

Moreover, you all are Silver Rank oddb.a.l.l.s… is the method we ordinary people use really of any reference value to you?”

The female priest glanced hesitantly at the cat that was being held in the arms of the young girl and uttering human words.

…You don’t seem to be quite right either.

Could Black Glory Tower’s years of research on “advanced spiritual creation” have finally come to fruition?

Speaking of which, though…

When Irene realized that there seemed to be something wrong with these people, she a.s.sessed them carefully again.

That bald Sword Saint didn’t seem quite right either…

Sword Saint wouldn’t wear armor. The lighter their body weight, the higher the efficiency of meditation. So some Sword Saints would choose to go s.h.i.+rtless or simply wear a cloth belt diagonally to hang the sword.

However, this muscular bald head was even more terrifying.

The muscular bald wore a thin white garment, which revealed his demon-like robust muscles. His distinct flesh tone was visible through the fabric.

Generally speaking, shouldn’t Sword Saint be the handsome guy with a thin physique and long fluttering hair?

Why does a Sword Saint have such a burly build?

The muscles on his shoulders can’t even be pierced with a dagger. Does this Sword Saint really need armor?

The Wind Dancer, who talked the least and was sleeping in a corner all the time, was odd too.

I hadn’t noticed before… why does his skin have a wooden texture? At first glance, his hair looked a bit greasy, but upon closer inspection — isn’t that actually vines?

Could he be an awakened Elven Ancient Tree?

Can you fly?

There’s something off about this group of people— a beast summoner whose highly intelligent pet seems to be controlling her instead, a Sword Saint whose body is so robust that he seems nearly invulnerable despite his frail appearance, and a Wind Walker who looks just like a walking tree.

Only Longjing Tea can be considered a normal person…

Irene groaned.

“Since the Gray Mists are deadly, there are only two ways to force a landing,” Irene thought for a while and replied seriously, “Firstly, it will be for us to find a place to land.”

“Afterward, we will activate the ritual room and make a pa.s.sage down from where the airs.h.i.+p landed. You may go underground from the airs.h.i.+p to explore.”

“The second option is continually generating a curse-laden storm from above, temporarily dispersing the mist. You would descend through the storm’s center using ropes and seek an underground s.p.a.ce that provides shelter from the mist. My suggestion is the first option because we won’t be able to see the city layout through the mist, and we don’t have enough energy for sustained ‘illumination’.”

“In other words, you can temporarily blow away the curse, right?” Longjing Tea captured the critical information, “How long will it last? How far is the range?”

“That’s a ritual called ‘Relentless Heart’, which can turn the rhythm of a ritualist’s heartbeat into an invisible storm. Sister Georgina knows how to operate this ritual.”

Irene frowned, thinking seriously, “But this ritual needs a frog heart soaked in burning oil to maintain it. We didn’t prepare much ritual material this time, so we can only activate it about three times, which is about ten minutes.”

“Because the bottom of the airs.h.i.+p isn’t st.u.r.dy enough, we must first disperse the mist once to ensure no protruding, sharp statues or building structures below. This is to prevent the airs.h.i.+p’s bottom from being pierced when we land… and then we need to save another dispersal to bring you all back up.”

“Ah, there’s no need to be so troublesome.” The Wandering Child said, “Just activate it once, and we can go straight down.”

“Why?” Irene froze momentarily, “But, aren’t you the only Wind Dancer?”

“I’m an orthodox Wind Dancer.” The Wandering Child said to himself, “Not one of those knock-offs. I can at least handle two people.”

…Wait a minute, why two people?

However, Irene didn’t care about such details.

Although she was still skeptical, she did not forget her duty — she was only here to serve.

She quickly called a priest named “Georgina”—the granddaughter of a pope, whereby she was the only chief priestess among the four.

At the rank of chief priestess, the person could hold most of the rituals alone. After receiving the news, she quickly went to the first ritual room to prepare the “Relentless Heart” ritual.

It wasn’t a difficult ritual.

However, its power was also multiplied under the amplification of the “Feast of All Love” ritual.

As Priest Georgina pressed the stethoscope-like metal disc to her chest, she whispered the sacred chant about praising “the one whose heart beats relentlessly”.

A clear and powerful heartbeat sounded in everyone’s ears the next moment.

With each beat, the heartbeat grew stronger than the last — and in the blink of an eye, it blended into the clouds, roaring like thunder.

The crisp sound of the heartbeat quickly synchronized with the rumble of thunder.

The storm rose with it.

An incredibly sharp howl, akin to a ghostly wail, rang out — as if one’s heart was being clenched tightly.

It was a roar so overpowering that merely hearing it could make one feel dizzy.

Even the mist, which was hard to disperse even in strong winds, dissipated at a visible rate under the invisible storm.

In the blink of an eye, the storm arrived right below them.

—It revealed a magnificent gray city reminiscent of the architectural style of ancient Rome.

“Leave it to me.” Wandering Child took a breath slowly, reached out, and held the bronze circlet, “You guys remember to keep up—Don’t turn into a box after landing!”

[TN: Reference to games like Apex Legend, PUBG, Fortnite. It describes the situation where the player dies once dropping into the map, turning into a box for others to loot.]

The Wandering Child opened the bottom deck of the airs.h.i.+p and entered the violent and chilly air flow pouring in from outside.

The Child jumped with his head down from 8,000 meters at the storm’s center!

A bird eye view would reveal a tornado spreading around the Child.

He was like an ant, slowly descending from the center.

This scene made Priest Irene’s pupils tighten nervously.

Soon, Longjing Tea and the bald Sword Saint followed closely behind and jumped off directly.

They’re out of their minds! This is utterly reckless!

Are they going to land just like that?!

Jumping straight from this height…

Seeing that the small girl didn’t jump off, Irene was relieved at this moment.

However, at this moment, the cat in the girl’s hand suddenly jumped off the airs.h.i.+p.

Immediately afterward, she saw that the city below collapsed.

It was as if some invisible power was pressing it down. The buildings in the center of the city melted and collapsed like b.u.t.ter, revealing a large pit with dark, moist ground inside. The melting didn’t stop, and a tunnel was “dug out” in a few seconds.

The seeds of the storm wrapped around the three people and the cat, protecting them.

Rather than falling, it was more like flying — they streaked down like a beam of white light, cras.h.i.+ng into the depths of that pit.

The three of them disappeared into the pit without making any sound and without the ground shaking. Following that, the melting ground closed back together, restoring the gray “surface”. It was like sealing the filling inside a pie with a touch of dough.

The girl stepped forward and closed the hatch.

She raised her head and stared at Priest Irene with those cold pupils reminiscent of a doll.

In a somewhat awkward tone, she said seriously, “I’m here. I’ll notify them to come back. You can hold the ritual again. I’ll locate it. You have to open the hatch.”

Although it was a bit difficult, Irene still managed to understand her.

Roughly speaking, Irene’s task was to stay put as the beacon to pinpoint the location.

What came to Irene’s mind was this thought. Why is this girl not as fluent as her cat?

Your cat is even fluent in the Noah Kingdom’s dialect.

Are you not ashamed?

Irene didn’t know what to do for a while.

Irene sat on a chair with the girl squinting her eyes slightly as if she was about to fall asleep — mainly because Irene was afraid that she would disappear. For such a small child, it would be terrible if she accidentally opened the hatch and fell.

“But, they dug that tunnel way too fast…” she murmured.

—That child with vine hair is a treant, right?

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