Chapter 1100: Harsh
The bloated body of the large passenger jet glided down the runway and rose into the sky.
Yet several passengers in the cabin sat rigidly upright, their faces grave and bodies tense, looking somewhat nervous.
They even drew the attention of the flight attendants, who came over to ask if they needed help.
"Everyone, relax. This kind of sci-fi equipment is very reliable. The chance of an accident is minimal, so don't worry about falling out of the sky."
"I've even ridden in a spaceship. I'm not nervous at all."
"I'm damn good at piloting mechs, so don't underestimate me."
After sending off the flight attendants, the Reincarnators who had boarded the plane kept talking in the Team channel.
With their physiques, airsickness was naturally not an issue.
But the gap in their understanding still made most of them nervous. Their era had few sources of information, and they had never experienced the baptism of an information explosion. Unlike modern people, who had at least seen pigs run even if they had never eaten pork, they would not look too bad even if they had truly never flown before. These people clearly could not manage that.
Even though they might have encountered more advanced equipment because of their missions, the Mission Space's restrictions on knowledge meant that they knew what it was but not why it worked, leaving them feeling uncomfortable all the same.
Only one Asian man, who looked refined and wore a perfectly pressed suit, immaculate from head to toe, with slicked-back hair and a bow tie as though he were heading to a job interview, gave a soft laugh.
"Seeing your discussion reminds me of when I was young. How nostalgic."
As the team leader, his voice quickly drew everyone's attention.
Seeing how calm