Yansang was thirty, a rather unusual little player.
His character stats were extremely lopsided. His Perception was maxed out at 8, and his Dexterity was 7—enough to amaze even Meow Brother. Even more outrageous were his two character traits.
One was Flight Expert.
It was an extension of Yansang's real-life career.
In real life, he was an instructor at a civil aviation school. Before becoming an instructor, he'd flown specialized aircraft for a while—the kind used to spray pesticides, fight fires, and seed clouds.
His second trait was even more impressive. It was called Danger Sense.
The trait description said he could detect imminent danger and prepare for it. Anyway, according to Yansang, it might have been a special ability developed over the course of his career.
"Think about it. Flying a plane sounds cool, but if something goes wrong, the odds of surviving are practically zero. In this line of work, you have to be bold but careful, and when necessary, you have to dare to take a gamble.
"I'm not bragging, but I ran into several close calls while flying a few years back. It was only thanks to my incredible last-second maneuvers that I got out of them safely."
In the last carriage of the convoy leaving the Administrative Court, Yansang was regaling Meow Brother and his six-man group with stories about his former career.
You had to admit, most people never met this kind of "special talent" in real life. Flying a plane really was a technical job—not something just anyone could do.
"Ah, but after doing this job for long enough, you start to get scared. And it's not just you—your family gets scared too."
Yansang thumped his knees and sighed.
"After that time I fell from two thousand meters and had to bail out