Flight Suit

Mo Qiong found it easy to fly, but to do so safely, comfortably, and conveniently, he needed equipment to assist him.

If possible, Mo Qiong would rather buy a set of Wingsuit and modify it himself.

Unfortunately, Wingsuits could not be bought directly. They had to be custom-made, and obtaining a Wingsuit-flying license required extremely stringent conditions. Not just anyone could purchase one.

Just as all helicopters in the country had to apply for flight routes, all private flying objects were assigned altitude limits. Exceeding them meant being subject to flight-management regulations.

In the country, the only things that could fly through the sky without being regulated were... animals.

Therefore, the Flight Suit Mo Qiong designed for himself also had to possess biological camouflage, allowing him to soar through the sky like a huge bird.

Not being able to buy a Wingsuit was no big deal. He could modify a Parachute Suit instead. Aside from its extremely poor glide ratio, the Parachute Suit possessed every function Mo Qiong needed.

First was its nylon material. It provided excellent insulation, was lightweight and comfortable when worn close to the body, and was resistant to moisture and water. It could even be used in rainy weather.

Mo Qiong still would not use it in the rain, though. There was no guarantee he would not be struck dead by lightning.

Next, the protective helmet, altimeter, and Parachute Pack were all useful as well. After looking around, Mo Qiong bought all the equipment needed for parachuting.

This included some air bladders, tubes, exhaust valves, and other materials, as well as various paints and a realistic outer covering.

That night, he stayed in the hotel, completely absorbed in making his Flight Suit. He fitted the Parachute Suit with built-in air bladders, placing them in both arms, both legs, and the front and back of his chest.

It had to be said that once completed, the thing looked quite similar to a Wingsuit. But it only looked similar. In actual use, it would certainly result in his death.

Both parachuting and Wingsuit flying required a parachute.

Mo Qiong, however, dismantled the Parachute Pack directly.

The Parachute Pack had a system that, upon detecting at a certain altitude that the main parachute had failed to open properly, would automatically cut away the main parachute and activate the reserve.

For safety purposes, this system had excellent performance. However, its function was limited—it was only used for parachuting.

Mo Qiong did not need to parachute, so he directly modified the automatic parachute opener connected to it into an automatic exhaust valve.

His major was mechanical design and manufacturing. Although he could not make anything too complicated, he could still create a simple device for venting air from an air bladder.

Through this modification, he used the system to make the Flight Suit's air bladders normally closed. This way, the air he blew in could not escape, and would in turn propel him through the air.

When he did not need the air arrows, or wanted to change an air arrow's direction, he could use the original parachute-opening mechanism to vent the air bladder directly.

After the air was released, the system would return to its normally closed state, maintaining the air bladder's seal.

There were two ways to control it. The six buttons on his fingers could control the six air valves individually.

There was also a pull-cord at his waist that could open all the air bladders at once.

"Done... Let's test the results first."

Mo Qiong put on the Flight Suit, donned the helmet, and blew directly into Tube One, which was connected to his helmet.

One corresponded to the air bladder on his back, Two to his chest, Three and Four to his hands, and Five and Six to his legs.

To prevent air from flowing back, once the air he blew into a tube entered an air bladder, it could not come back out. He had to release the air first before he could inject more.

Since he was testing it indoors, he blew very gently.

Only after feeling the air bladder on his back swell slightly did Mo Qiong stop blowing. Immediately afterward, a breeze brushed across his face. It was the portion of air that had not entered the bladder, rushing out through the tube and blowing over his face before dispersing.

"I'm floating..."

Mo Qiong's body slowly rose. He leaned slightly forward and gradually ascended at a speed of a few centimeters per second.

In midair, he blew again. This time, he felt force in his chest, and his body immediately began moving sideways. At the same time, he pressed the first exhaust valve, then injected air again.

He could then experience the effect of the two air bladders in his chest and back: one pushed him forward, while the other pointed diagonally upward, carrying him slowly toward the window.

"It's quite easy to operate. The only problem is that I can't make a mistake with the Landing Point. If my hands, brain, and mouth aren't coordinated and I make an error, it'll be very easy to tear the Flight Suit apart..."

"So this is suitable for open areas, not cramped spaces. Otherwise, I won't be able to control it properly."

After practicing repeatedly for an hour, Mo Qiong immediately painted the Flight Suit.

First, he used paint to give it an appearance resembling a bird, especially the helmet. After fitting it with a realistic head covering, he had essentially become an eagle-headed humanoid.

He attached a pair of wings to his back and put ornaments resembling tail feathers over his legs. At least from a distance, as long as he did not wildly spread his legs, he still resembled a bird.

This camouflage was only suitable for viewing from afar, not close inspection.

It was merely meant to prevent anyone who saw his small black silhouette high in the sky from realizing that it was humanoid.

Once someone observed him at close range, he would no longer look like a bird, but like a monster.

Thus, this Flight Suit was only suitable for high-altitude flight.

That night, Mo Qiong checked out of the room and traveled through the night.

He took off from the outskirts and flew all the way above the clouds at an altitude of 1,500 meters before beginning level flight.

"The south really is humid..."

Mo Qiong took a towel from the small bag at his waist and stuffed it into the eagle's beak.

Every so often along the way, he had to use it to wipe his helmet.

Otherwise, his vision would be filled with water droplets, and he could barely see anything.

After flying for a long time, even the rag became wet.

"Seeing the moon from such a high altitude is truly beautiful." During level flight, Mo Qiong did not need to perform any operations. At this altitude, even without propulsion from air arrows, he could glide at a shallow angle. He would not reach the ground even after half a day, giving him plenty of time to operate things calmly.

Once he became proficient, he could even look freely to either side while flying at high speed, and adjust his posture as he pleased.

In fact, he could fly sitting down, lying down, or standing up.

This Flight Suit was simply a container. Propelled by air arrows, it wrapped around him and carried him through the air. His posture had little to do with it.

He flew by relying on landmarks. For example, if he set the Landing Point directly to Mount Tai, he would fly toward Mount Tai.

After using GPS to discover that he had deviated too far from his true destination, he would release the air, reset the Landing Point, and choose somewhere like Mount Song to adjust his route.

Mo Qiong flew along leisurely and unhurriedly, enjoying the sensation of flight.

Unlike last time, he deliberately avoided all cities this time and traveled entirely through mountainous terrain.

Gan Province was already full of mountains. Along the way, he passed countless beautiful mountains and rivers. Unfortunately, it was too dark, and he was flying too high, so he could not see them clearly.

During the flight, he could only watch the stretches of black mountains through the hazy clouds and mist.

He kept his attention fully focused to prevent himself from crashing into a mountain along his route.

He flew for more than three hours, until after four in the morning—the darkest time before dawn.

"Hm?" Mo Qiong felt that he had just caught sight of something flashing past.

When he turned his head and searched as hard as he could, he discovered that on the nearby mountain, about a hundred meters away, lights had come on. They formed several beams that swept back and forth toward the sky.

"People are actually here..." Mo Qiong was astonished. Why were there so many people on this pitch-black mountain after four in the morning?

He saw many people on the mountaintop looking up, pointing and discussing among themselves.

He hurriedly shifted to the right, widening the distance between himself and the mountaintop, pretending to be a huge bird.

With such limited visibility, they could at most see a bird-shaped black silhouette.

However, although they could not make out his details from a hundred meters away, they would certainly be able to tell that his size was abnormal.

He was simply too big. Where in the world was there a bird that large? Nearly two meters from head to tail—had an ostrich taken flight?

Anyone with even a halfway decent sense of visual distance would have these doubts.

"It seems to be a scenic area. But why are all these people out here in the pitch dark... Uh..."

Suddenly, Mo Qiong realized that people really did climb mountains at this hour.

In about half an hour, dawn would arrive. From the mountain, they would be able to watch the sunrise.

Many people liked getting up in the middle of the night to climb mountains and wait for the light of dawn to appear through the clouds and mist, illuminating the mountains and rivers.

Watching the lights swaying up and down in the distance, along with the faint flickers of phone screens, Mo Qiong knew that some people were definitely holding their phones and jumping up and down in excitement.

Wearing his helmet, he could not hear anything, but he knew that people were certainly shouting in surprise at the giant bird flying past.

"Pay attention to scenic areas. Just fly around all of them."

Mo Qiong began controlling himself carefully as he wove between the mountains.

Wherever he looked, his body flew in that direction. After many twists and turns, he gradually flew past the mountain range.

"Mm, they probably took me for a monster."

"Did you see it clearly? It flew so fast!"

"Whatever it was, it was definitely alive. Our lights scared it away."

"I never thought Sanqing Mountain had such a huge bird."

"There isn't even a bird that big anywhere in the world, let alone one that can fly so fast. It was practically the Divine Condor."

"The Divine Condor can't fly..."

"That's because it ate itself too fat!"

The tourists on the mountaintop discussed the matter animatedly. Several of them went around asking others whether they had managed to capture it on camera.

It was too dark. With their naked eyes, they could only tell that it was a bird.

They could only sense that its body was huge and its speed was fast. They could even hear a whooshing sound coming from the night sky.

Someone had indeed captured it, but only the earliest footage, taken before the lights were turned on, was relatively clear.

Afterward, with the beams of light sweeping chaotically around, the footage became even harder to make out.

"At that distance, the darker it is, the less you should shine lights while filming. You won't be able to see anything at all."

"Mine is still the clearest. At least you can see the outline, and it's obvious that it's a gigantic bird."

"Share it with us, buddy."

"I posted it on Weibo. You can follow me."

An hour later, as the tourists on the mountain spread the news, the tourists nearby at the foot of the mountain learned of the incident as well.

They all treated it as a strange occurrence. Many regretted not getting up early to climb the mountain and watch the sunrise, or they could have seen the Divine Condor that was larger than a person.

At eight in the morning, Mo Qiong sat in a breakfast shop, eating while browsing his phone. At last, he found the relevant post.

After discovering that he had been seen, Mo Qiong had been paying close attention to the aftermath.

He had landed at five o'clock, then started watching the local forums and hiking forums. He had waited until now before finally seeing it.

"Divine Condor?"

"As expected, they only captured a black silhouette. In that case, it doesn't even count as a monster..."

Mo Qiong looked at the photos of himself and scrolled through the comments below.

Some joked that it was a monster, while others guessed that it was a Bird with Gene Mutation or one suffering from gigantism.

Not a single person was frightened, and no one investigated the matter in depth.

Modern people had long since become immune to this level of strangeness. Never mind that it was only big and displayed no other supernatural characteristics.

Even if he were mistaken for a monster, it would not matter. In this era, monsters could be seen everywhere, divine people could be seen everywhere, and UFOs could be seen everywhere.

Could all of them possibly be real?

Mo Qiong thought that even if he were mistaken for a monster, at most he would merely become material for an editor in the shock-news business.

Without solid proof, he would not even qualify for a provincial television broadcast.

Even with photographs or videos, they would be subjected to endless skepticism and ultimately reduced to a joke.

Even if the witnesses firmly believed their own eyes, could they possibly find him? Who knew who had flown past? What species it was? Where it lived? What its ID Card number was?

The witnesses could not possibly pursue Mo Qiong. Even if a few overthought the matter and truly regarded him as a monster, at most they would spend the rest of their lives maintaining a reverence for the world. It would have nothing to do with Mo Qiong.

These days, unless something major happened, who would truly care what had flown past?