When Falling Feather put on his helmet and returned to the game world, he found himself only about a hundred meters above the ground and immediately tensed up.
An ejection seat might not look like much, but it was no simple piece of technology. It would not be an exaggeration to call it one of the most complex support systems on a fighter jet.
The entire device consisted of thousands of components. As long as the pilot ensured the altitude and pulled the handle, everything from ejection to landing would be completed automatically according to the program.
It was incredibly convenient.
However—
That convenience only applied under normal circumstances.
Falling Feather would sooner die than believe that the ejection seat Mosquito had made for him contained thousands of components. If it had five hundred, that would already count as Mosquito having a conscience!
Looking at it pessimistically, the whole ejection seat might just have been a cushion stuffed with propellant, with a delayed fuse triggering the parachute.
As for any sort of automated life-saving procedure...
Falling Feather felt that "pray for the best" would be a more fitting description.
The parachute swaying in the wind was like a small boat drifting with the current through rapids. After Falling Feather sweated buckets trying to save himself, he finally slammed into the ground without incident.
After cutting away the parachute cords that had nearly tangled around his head with a dagger, Falling Feather braced himself against a nearby rock and dry-heaved for quite a while before finally looking up to assess his surroundings.
This was an uninhabited Gobi wasteland. The ground was covered in coarse gravel and jutting stones. Looking north, the view was wide open, while to the south lay layer upon layer of sand dunes and mountains.
No matter which